I will be crowned king

"It is the fifth day of the ninth month in the hundredth year of the Saint's Calendar. It is overcast. Three days have passed since the news of the disastrous defeat on the front line and the siege of the Wild Stone Castle by the Imperial Expeditionary Force reached the Iron Bell Castle."

"The entire general staff... no, it should be the entire Iron Bell Fort is in chaos; the very strange but interesting thing (of course, this description is neither appropriate nor polite) is that everyone already knows what happened, everyone They all cooperated very well to pretend that nothing happened."

"So much so that even the maid in charge of the fireplace knew that something big had happened on the front line, but Léon Francois, the heir to the kingdom, seemed to know nothing about it."

"Although I am just a humble and insignificant clerk, my position and identity have never required me to make some irrational decisions; but out of a sense of responsibility and compassion, I still disclosed the information to Leon privately .”

"He acted shocked at first, and then fell into a long silence. I could even hear the sound of his teeth grinding and his nails tearing the skin on the back of his hands."

"After the quiet fifteen minutes passed, Leon, who seemed to have completed some kind of 'transformation', asked me in a very depressed voice how many days there were left."

"Seven days... I replied, I know what he wants to ask."

"Leon thanked me and left the office."

"As a qualified clerk, it is the minimum standard to always arrange the things to be done properly - since I was the one who 'leaked the secret' to Leon Francois, then I have the obligation to take responsibility for the follow-up work."

"Three thousand rifles, twenty-five baggage vehicles, one hundred military horses, two six-pound cavalry cannons... This is all the military supplies that Tiezhong Fort can collect immediately."

In the dimly lit munitions warehouse, Leon Francois, dressed in a cuirassier uniform, stood quietly in front of mountains of luggage boxes.

The scarred hands gently opened the long box in front of him and slowly picked up a brand new Leopold rifle.

The simple weapon suddenly became extremely heavy and extremely cold at this moment.

Well, just like the pen I usually use to write diaries.

His eyes glanced at the empty jacket pocket, and he saw that the diary that he never left behind had been handed over to the little clerk for safekeeping by himself.

From now on, he would never need that thing again.

He...Léon François...no longer has to stand behind someone and record their glory.

Now he wants to start his own business!

Taking a deep breath, Leon turned around suddenly and looked at the other three thousand equally determined eyes outside the warehouse door with extremely determined eyes.

"Are you ready?" Leon Francois said calmly as he glanced at everyone.

"yes--!!!!"

Leon nodded slightly, pulled out the bayonet expressionlessly, and skillfully installed it on the slot under the muzzle; the bright silver short blade followed his raised right hand and stabbed straight into the sky.

"Set off!"

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"September 10th, the fifth day after Monsieur Léon François set off, sunny."

"Although there is no conclusive evidence, my previous 'leakage' behavior should have been discovered."

"The nobles of Iron Bell Castle began to become less and less cooperative with the instructions of the staff (or myself). A large amount of work was delayed and they expressed their dissatisfaction by being passive and slow in work."

"I think the whistleblower was the maid who encountered me meeting Lord Leon before - the evidence is that my room has not been cleaned for six days, and the fireplace has always been cold."

"The milk that arrived this morning was also cold, and it contained...well...certain liquids commonly used to express hatred and contempt."

"The direct consequence is that except for the part controlled by the Storm Division, the entire Hantu Supreme Staff has been completely paralyzed, and most of its functions have been unable to be performed."

"The good news is that these tasks are no longer necessary. The Wild Stone Castle is under siege. Even if the logistics lines are restored, they will only transport supplies to the enemy."

"Oh, one more good thing - because my workload has been greatly reduced, my sleep time has been increased in the past two days; nine hours of sleep a day is indeed a very special enjoyment, and I feel that my body seems to be lighter The pain every time I open my eyes has also weakened a lot."

"But I'm afraid Lord Carl Bain won't be able to bear it - he was ordered to garrison the Deserted Stone Castle and he should be very busy right now."

"But with the solid walls of the Wild Stone Castle, at least personal safety can be guaranteed, right?"

"Well, may the Ring of Order protect him, and may the Ring of Order protect us all, so that this war can end as soon as possible - no matter whether the result is really what we want..."

When writing the word "hope", for some unknown reason, the little clerk's right hand suddenly shook.

His right elbow was pulled back, and the coffee cup placed on the edge of the table fell to the ground with his exclamation.

The delicate white porcelain cup was shattered into pieces in the spilled viscous liquid.

"boom--!!!!"

"Enemy fire is coming, the twenty-second time!"

Amidst the rumbling sound of cannons, Carl Bain, who had a bloody bandage on his head, screamed at the top of his lungs. He grabbed the trembling and huddled messenger on the ground, grabbed him roughly by the collar, and stumbled towards him. Walk towards a fort behind the parapet.

Almost as soon as they took two steps, there was a deafening loud noise behind them, which almost knocked the two of them off the city wall.

"Hidden! Hidden nearby cough! Cough cough cough...don't raise your head!"

The hoarse voice was mixed with a cough choked by gunpowder smoke. From time to time, broken rubble and flesh and blood hit the two people. The messenger who was dragged away behind him struggled desperately and screamed in terror from time to time.

The imperial artillery position in the distance was still spitting out orange-red fireworks regardless of the cost, turning the lonely barren stone fort into a hell dominated by smoke and fire.

For just ten meters of protective wall, Carl felt as if he had walked away for a lifetime.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Lying on the ground and crawling into the fortress, without taking a breath, Karl first dragged the messenger behind him to the corner.

Only then did he understand why this guy kept screaming along the way - his left leg and right foot were blown off.

Karl let out a long sigh of exhaustion and panted softly, staggering and sitting next to the messenger; the cold and small fortress shook slightly with the sound of artillery outside, and the falling dust and sand sprinkled on the military uniforms of the two men.

He raised his hand and touched his coat pocket, only to find that there was only a tiny bit of crumbs left in the shriveled cigarette case.

"Give……"

The orderly soldier who no longer screamed feebly lifted an equally shriveled cigarette case with two cigarettes left and a box of matches, and handed it to Karl.

"Thanks."

After thanking Karl, he took the pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff.

"Lord Carl Bain..." The messenger turned his head weakly and stared hard:

"how much longer……"

How long will it take... Carl, who was holding a cigarette, frowned.

I also want to know how long it will take!

Why can these imperial bastards persist for so long? Why is there no news of reinforcements from the rear? Why hasn’t that bastard Anson come to save people? Why did Claude lose so miserably? Why, why...

Why am I always the unluckiest one?

Eleven days, exactly eleven days!

The Imperial Expeditionary Force... they have no supply lines, no stable logistics sources, only the baggage they carry with the army, and it is almost certainly the minimum kind.

Karl himself did not understand the logistics system of the empire, but according to the Clovis military system, an army normally marches with baggage that can last for thirty days. If the march speed is to be accelerated, it can be reduced to only seven to ten days... If it is necessary to advance quickly, all baggage will be abandoned and the soldiers will each carry three days' worth of supplies.

With the Imperial Expeditionary Force's rapid maneuvering, breaking up into parts and repeatedly interspersing battles between several areas, he was almost certain that the supplies on the other side could not last more than seven days.

And then... today is the eleventh day.

"Cough cough cough... uh... this... it's fast! It's fast, it's really fast!" Karl, who flicked the ashes of his cigarette and was choked, stammered.

Although he was completely unsure, he still tried his best to pretend to be confident and not panic at all.

"Believe me, I have seen many battles like this! The more fierce the enemy's attack, the more anxious they are, and the more anxious they are, the more they dare not delay it any longer - the day before yesterday was a round of shelling, and these two days have already been Three rounds a day, what does this mean? It means they are anxious! Yes, they are anxious!"

"And we just want to make them anxious and draw their attention to ourselves as much as possible, so as to create opportunities for reinforcements. Do you understand the opportunities? You... ahem... let me ask you, talk about life, talk, I said you...you..."

In disbelief, Karl turned his head and looked at the darkened eyes, looking at his frightened and panicked look reflected in them.

Looking at himself who couldn't even deceive himself, and looking at the calm face of the messenger, Carl Bain suddenly felt his chest tightening, and his trembling right hand quickly pressed the position of his heart, as if he had been stabbed. , even breathing became rapid.

The severe pain lasted for more than ten minutes. Karl, who was clutching his chest tightly, clenched his teeth and couldn't make any sound except a "huffing" throat sound.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sweating profusely and collapsed next to the body of the messenger, panting and looking out at the fortress still shrouded in smoke and fire.

The sound of cannon was heard.

The Barren Stone Castle, which was so noisy a second ago that even the two people shouting face to face and couldn't hear each other's voices, suddenly became cold and silent; even the smoke making up for it became very dreamy because of this silence.

Holding on to the wall, Karl struggled to stand up. Holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, he calmed down again and walked towards the protective wall shrouded in gunpowder smoke without looking back. He did not look back at the messenger again.

"The enemy is coming - prepare to fight!"

"The... fiftieth time!"

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"September 15th, light rain."

"A Storm Division cavalry told me very bad news - we have completely lost contact with Lord Anson Bach on the front line."

"Although it is very common to temporarily lose contact with a certain army or even the headquarters on the battlefield; it is indeed difficult not to feel disappointed when such an 'accident' occurs at this point in time."

"As Anson Bach's secretary, I firmly believe that he must be safe and sound now. It's just that some unexpected emergencies have occurred, or he is executing some bold and adventurous plan - such as climbing over the Dawn Ice Peak or raiding Eagle Point Pass."

"Of course, this is how I comforted the panicked Stormtrooper soldiers; novel and bold plans are the characteristics of the Stormtrooper and must be experienced."

"But as his clerk, I know that Anson Bach is actually an extremely cautious person, and the so-called 'boldness' is only done as a last resort; when he comes up with a plan that shocks everyone, he is very confident When someone calls it a 'perfect plan', it must be because the situation has collapsed to the point where some risks must be taken to save it."

"Even so, I still have full confidence in Anson Bach; of course, having confidence is one thing. As a qualified scribe, one must make all foolproof preparations for his master."

"I have invited Mr. Erich, the representative of the August Arms Factory, to have dinner tonight to see if the next batch of arms can be transported to White Tower City as soon as possible - if we want to fully retreat to Thun or Eagle Point City, these Whether weapons can provide timely support will be very critical."

"I hope all this is just a waste of my efforts. Now Hantu... really can't bear more bad news..."

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"What did you say?!"

Caspar Hered looked at the guard in front of him in shock, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "He really said that?!"

"It's absolutely true!" The guard was sweating profusely:

"Monsieur Louis Bernard handed me the letter as soon as he entered the camp, and then he passed out - this is what he told me in his last conscious state!"

The grumpy old man grabbed the guard by his collar and lifted him up from the ground into the air: "Then where is he now?!"

"It's at the Chief Medical Officer's place!" The guard struggled out of breath, kicking his feet in mid-air as hard as he could:

"The military, military medical chief said... that he had not rested or eaten anything for at least three consecutive days. In addition, he had to travel for a long time and needed a long time to rest. He was temporarily unable to... unable to..."

"I don't care how he rests!"

Casper threw the guard to the ground: "Go and wake him up now, now!"

"impossible!"

"What did you say?!"

"No, it's impossible..." The guard was so frightened that he lost his mind:

"This is not what I said, it was what the military doctor said. He said that with Lord Louis Bernard's current physical condition, it would take at least three days to wake up from the coma - this is also thanks to the power of his 'Sea Knight' bloodline , making his physical fitness far superior to ordinary talented people."

"If it were someone else who rushed from the Summit Tower to the Wild Stone Castle without any sleep, it wouldn't be surprising even if he fainted!"

The guard was still explaining, but Casper was no longer interested in hearing any more.

He turned his head and looked at the desolate stone castle shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and at the thorny flower flag still flying on the dilapidated city wall, his lips trembling slightly.

"The summit tower, the summit tower was actually..."

"Conquered?!"

happy New Year!