I will be crowned king

The Imperial Expeditionary Force has gone completely crazy.

As the infantry line finally reached the central position, countless breaches were torn open by the cuirassiers. The Ayden Legion, whose organization was on the verge of collapse and still resisting stubbornly, was finally unable to support itself and began to retreat steadily.

Facing the well-ordered imperial bayonet wall, the Aiden people's "monkey version" Clovis line immediately fell short of each other - problems with insufficient training and poor coordination were exposed one by one.

After discovering that they could not resist stubbornly, the Aiden people immediately showed their character of "simply bullying the weak and fearing the strong"... without any cooperation, calling for support or leaving behind the troops, they were defeated in pieces. Scrambling to escape.

Even if Lenore Emmanuel brought his own guards to supervise the battle, he could not reverse the situation. He could only let the line infantry of the Storm Division in the back fill the holes in the front as quickly as possible, and at the same time collect these headless troops as much as possible. .

But no matter how much it is filled, the vacancies that have arisen can no longer be recovered; the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which is not afraid of death, has swarmed in like hungry beasts, biting the central position with its foul-smelling mouth. .

At the same time, the defenders on both wings of the defense line were unable to send any reinforcements at all - the imperial line infantry responsible for outflanking had already attacked up the hillside!

The Imperial Expeditionary Force never expected that what was originally just a desperate fight would see a turn in the battle so quickly; a gap had been opened in the seemingly impregnable Storm Division defense line.

Caspar Hered seems to be making crazy gambles, but in fact he is very calm; he is cruel, because cruelty is the most convenient and efficient way for him to mobilize his emotions.

On the battlefield, a person's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are insignificant, but a sufficient number of emotions can transform from quantitative change to qualitative change with a little guidance.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force, which has run out of ammunition and food, is now full of fear, and the culmination of fear is anger. Angry people will be obliterated of all other negative emotions, making them unable to feel the pain and fear from the fallen Pao Ze. The enemy has changed from an ordinary foreigner to a hateful one, eager to sleep on his skin and eat his flesh.

The nearly 20,000-strong Imperial Expeditionary Force turned into a "self-lighting" mace in his hands - full of rusted iron nails.

And his enemy...the "grey shirt army" who was waiting for work, not only had a geographical advantage, but was even a little more skilled than him.

It's good to wait for work, but soldiers in this state also have a small problem, that is, it takes time to go from "preparation" to "entering the battle."

Because soldiers are living people, social beasts that are easily affected by emotions, they must be mentally prepared before killing.

They need the battle to gradually heat up to adapt to the process from relaxation to tension; they need enough security to get through this long or short "adaptation period"; they need brisk drumbeats, inspiring bugles, and mechanical to the point of numbing the body and mind. A volley of gunfire...and finally a fierce and brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Casper decided to give them nothing.

There is no adaptation stage, no special protection, no novice period...it's an instant explosion!

He will use his iron hooves to knock these Clovis people to the ground, stamp out ten thousand feet, and aim at their heads...

Then he picked up the flaming mace and smashed it hard!

Smash it hard!

"Boom!!!! Boom!!!! Boom!!!!"

Along with the falling rubble and the sky-high flames, thunderous explosions continued to be heard from the high ground on the right wing of the coalition where the Imperial artillery had concentrated fire. The air waves set off could be clearly seen even across most of the battlefield.

"On the battlefield... a fortress that can be attacked from all directions means that it can be attacked from all directions."

Caspar Herred looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, with a hint of joy in his beast-like expression.

It's like a painter admiring the work he has just completed.

"Commander!"

"exist!"

Upon hearing the commander-in-chief's call, the young knight quickly stepped forward.

"The commander-in-chief of the left wing, I remember... Lid?"

"It's Sir Lieder Wotton, the commander of the Second Infantry Division!" the young knight reminded quickly.

"Is he from the Wharton family?"

The grumpy old man was a little surprised. The tall, thin and quiet middle-aged man in his impression was actually the blood descendant of the "Knight of the Wild Hunt"?

"It's just a far side branch." The young knight added:

"But he is a gifted person who has awakened the power of blood. At the end of this year, he will marry Miss Therma Wharton and become a formal member of the 'Wharton Family'."

"Yeah?"

A smile appeared on the grumpy old man's face, and the corners of his grinning mouth showed yellow fangs: "Tell our lucky man, Sir Leed Wotton, to launch a general attack immediately, and use the blood of the Clovis to witness his attack on Therma. Lady’s loyalty!”

"Including this 'big gift', I will give him an additional sixty-ring wedding cannon!"

"As you command!"

As the cannonballs piercing the sky gradually became sparse, the Imperial Expeditionary Force's general attack on the coalition's right-wing position officially began.

If the gradual fall of the frontal and central positions did not have a great impact on the coalition soldiers, then the moment when the golden iris flag appeared on the hillside, it was the beginning of everyone realizing that "something bad was going on."

On a hillside that was definitely not flat, hundreds of roars and screams were heard amidst the thick smoke and gunfire. The Imperial Line soldiers, who were blocked by the rugged mountains, firelight and smoke, could not see anything except the enemy in front of them. Not seeing the falling figures around them, they were furiously attacking the coalition defense line that was already crumbling under the gunfire.

As more and more infantry rushed into the position, the right-wing position, which originally only needed to face the enemy head-on, soon realized that it might soon be surrounded from both sides.

The imperial artillery positions that had originally slowed down their offensive began to spray orange-red fury toward the right-wing positions after the general attack horn was sounded.

The imperial artillerymen were furious and stuffed all the few remaining shells into the already hot barrels. Large swaths of sparks grew wildly in the center of the front lines on both sides. The scorching air waves left craters and burned the surrounding areas. Soldiers, trenches and fortifications were all blown to ashes.

Under Casper's death order, the expeditionary force no longer asked the soldiers to step on the explosive spot, but charged directly towards the explosive spot!

After all, after more than ten days of continuous siege, the expeditionary force had almost exhausted all the artillery shells they had. Casper must ensure that the last bit of ammunition was not wasted at all, and must smash through the coalition forces before they were all used up. positions, rather than just leaving a bunch of meaningless craters that merely changed the terrain.

This also puts the storm divisions in the fortress facing a dilemma. If they hide in the trenches to protect themselves from artillery, they will definitely not be able to block the wave of imperial lines; but if they stand up to fight back, they will be beaten by eight pounds together with the madmen on the opposite side. Solid and explosive bombs exploded into the sky.

This is no longer an attack, this is a group of beasts on the verge of extinction, intending to drag the enemy to death together.

The Stormtrooper infantry in the fort was not as tough as the Aiden Corps, and could fight with the Imperial cavalry with bayonets against explosive spots... Facing the suicidal attack of these lunatics, they could only fight and retreat, struggling to hold on.

Several regiment leaders responsible for frontline command immediately began to formulate a retreat plan after realizing that the battle situation was unfavorable and that they might be surrounded.

"Notify the troops in the right-wing position and approve their retreat plan, but it must be after the enemy's first round of attack is over!"

Anson pulled the bolt of the gun and shouted to the cavalry lieutenant Jason behind him without looking back; hot gunpowder ashes and paper shell residue were poured out of the gun: "Tell them to ignore everything else when they retreat." , but all artillery and ammunition must be destroyed, and no one is allowed to remain!"

"Aren't you going to keep any of them?" The cavalry lieutenant was obviously reluctant.

Although those artillery pieces had nothing to do with him, it was a pity just to think that so many artillery pieces had to be destroyed.

"Leave no one behind!"

Skillfully locking the gun, Anson shouted: "Tell them that I will send reinforcements when it is time to retreat. No one is allowed to retreat before that - it is against military law!"

"Which military law?"

"shoot to death!"

"yes!"

Slowly lifting Leopold in his arms, Anson followed the crosshair and stared closely at the battlefield.

The smoke that shrouded everything could block his vision, but it could not block his eyes - relying on the casting range of the changing spell, the original "power" of seeing everything was raised to an altitude of fifty meters, and most of the battlefield could be seen at a glance.

Throughout the Hantu War, the cautious Anson always avoided using supernatural powers in order to avoid exposure or any possible accidents.

This is not only because he has changed from a worker to the deputy commander of the legion. As his status rises, the risk of exposure also increases a lot; it is also because the fate of the previous black mage has left him with an extremely profound lesson.

As cautious as Mace Honard was, he still couldn't hide from the eyes of the Church of Order. After he was found to have selfish motives, he was immediately treated as an outcast by the Rune family.

A newcomer like me, who is not even a blasphemy mage, but only knows how to use PPT... uh... to build a "beautiful blueprint", how much special treatment will he receive if he is really exposed and becomes the target of public criticism?

Based on this idea of ​​"following the heart", Anson has always avoided using supernatural powers - except at the most desperate moment. Even when facing the Iser elf spellcaster, the large-caliber "dagger" revolver and The bayonet was his first choice.

But the current situation is obviously the most dangerous moment!

The scene of most of the battlefield was clearly reflected in his mind. Except for the left wing position which was still intact because it received the least pressure, the entire coalition front was retreating steadily.

According to this momentum estimate, in another hour or two at most, the entire position will be completely controlled by the Imperial Expeditionary Force!

However, the Imperial people on the opposite side were also uncomfortable. The seemingly menacing attack was entirely based on human lives.

In order to open a breakthrough in the trench, they dared to fire directly at the junction of the exhibition, blasting both the enemy and ourselves into the sky.

According to their instructions, Anson really doubted why the Imperial Expeditionary Force hadn't mutinied yet - were they all "strengthened" by some special bloodline power?

But no matter what the reason is, if no reinforcements arrive if this continues, he will really have no choice but to retreat!

Although retreating is not a big deal, given the opponent's condition, he can win anyway... But if possible, Anson still hopes to fight a battle of annihilation.

After all, "Defeat the Imperial Expeditionary Force" and "Capture the Commander-in-Chief alive and annihilate all the invading enemies" have vastly different effects and spreads.

The former only deserves to appear in the "Kingdom Loyal News", while the latter will immediately become the headlines of major media across the country as long as it is published!

The value of it, to Anson himself... cough cough cough! How significant it is to the interests of the Kingdom of Clovis!

So where are the reinforcements?

Where are the reinforcements? !

………………

"It's right here!"

Looking at the battlefield that was already close at hand, Arthur Herred shouted in victory with excitement on his face.

Along with his shouts, the entire "Dragon Roar Infantry Regiment" - a name given by Arthur himself - who followed closely behind showed excited expressions.

It's been more than ten days... It's been more than ten days since I received the "Luring the Enemy" mission!

None of them expected that they would be able to catch up with this decisive battle that would determine the fate of Han Tu!

"Wait a minute, something is not right!" Looking at the thorn flowers and unicorn flags planted on the high ground, Bernard, the deputy commander of the expeditionary force, panicked:

"Why are Hantu and Clovis troops guarding the mountain pass, and it seems that they are still a little short of troops? If I remember correctly, Claude Francois should have at least six Everyone is right!"

"Also...why is it the expeditionary force that is attacking the mountain pass?!"

"Is this important?!"

Arthur Herred looked at his brother-in-law with some dissatisfaction. What was the purpose of the group of them rushing back from the Western Front non-stop?

"The expeditionary force is currently fighting the enemy. Do you want us to go around it?!"

"I'm not trying to stop you, I just... forget it." Bernard sighed:

"Do whatever you want...whatever."

"Yes, your Excellency, Deputy Commander!"

The extremely excited Arthur did not hesitate and decisively issued the attack order; the "Dragon Roar Infantry Regiment" of less than 600 people began to attack along the mountain and towards the high ground of the coalition's right-wing position.

Although Arthur, who inherited the power of the "Dragon Knight" bloodline, is simple, he has an innate instinct for war and killing. Although he doesn't know what is happening on the other side, he can vaguely guess that the right wing is coming just by the movement. The main direction of attack of the expeditionary force.

Soon, they encountered the "enemy" who came to stop them.

Arthur raised his head suddenly, and then he saw an innocent and cute girl, moving her short legs, flying towards him...cute like an angel.

The only problem was that this "angel" wore a helmet that was a whole circle bigger than her head, carried a Bonny with a bayonet in her arms, and carried several rifles behind her. The small schoolbag-like armed belt tightly tightened her obviously ill-fitting military uniform, and it was covered with grenades.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…!!!”