I will be crowned king

“Everyone—hold still!”

Almost at the same time as Arthur Herred roared, the "Angel" who was rushing towards him with Borney had already pulled the trigger; the hot lead bullet scratched across his cheek, leaving a burning wound. .

Arthur, who escaped a headshot at the last moment, finally pulled out the gun from his waist, and pointed the black muzzle straight at the head of the girl who was charging towards him.

But this level of threat is not enough to make "Angel" stop her steps.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Arthur screamed heartbreakingly and fired the trigger crazily, and the golden-red gun flames kept roaring around the girl; but every one of them seemed to have eyes, and they all passed her by.

For the first time in his life, Arthur suddenly felt that he really should practice his shooting skills.

Louis is right. If you delve too much into the "power of blood", you will become dependent. Once you encounter a problem that cannot be solved with the power of blood, you will definitely be at a loss.

Well, as it is now.

"clang!!!!"

The silver-white bayonet hit the barrel of the gun, emitting dazzling sparks; the terrifying force combined with the girl's fierce expression made Arthur almost think that what the other party was holding was not a rifle at all, but a double-wielding extra-large sword!

What kind of angel is this? This is simply a devil... Arthur, who was crying without tears, retreated while drawing his sword.

But her keen intuition made Lisa immediately aware of the intentions of the "bad guy" on the other side. ——This big bad guy who just said "Wow!" and scared Lisa, actually wants to run away?

"Don't run!"

The petite body in the air lifted up the gun body, and the blade that hit the barrel hit Arthur's head directly.

"clang!"

The deafening sound echoed in the smoke.

The blocked gun barrel was bent directly, and the falling blade also shattered like glass and splashed around.

Arthur, whose face was covered in blood, had another wound torn open by the fragments on his forehead. He was forced back several steps by the girl's slash; the unimaginable force was so terrifying that the ball of scrap metal in his left hand was released directly.

But at this moment, the saber in his right hand was already coming.

Like an arrow leaving the string!

The girl who couldn't dodge directly raised her rifle to block. The solid oak gun body instantly fell into pieces, and the tip of the knife that was in direct "intimate contact" with the barrel once again burst into dazzling sparks.

In the final analysis, as Carl Bain said, Bolney, a "high-end imported toy", was not for soldiers at the beginning, but for nobles to hunt rabbits in hunting grounds.

Since we want those noble people with no strength to be able to enjoy the pleasure of depriving other lives by lightly pressing the trigger, of course we can't make it too heavy - taking into account reliability and safety, the barrel of the gun is destined to be It can't be too thin, so you have to cut corners on the wooden gun body.

"Snapped!"

The tip of the knife broke the strap of the girl's helmet, and the cold blade passed across her head.

The moment she landed, Lisa, who decisively abandoned the gun, reached her right arm under her left arm and grabbed a Leopold from behind with one hand. In the blink of an eye, the gun was already aimed at Arthur's chin.

Damn it, I even forgot that she still has three guns!

While Arthur was stunned, the girl's left hand had already completed the loading process as fast as lightning; in the rapidly flashing afterimage, he could only see the action of the soft little hand locking the gun bolt.

"Crack-crack-dang!"

The lead bullet wrapped in gun flames hit the falling blade. Arthur was almost dragged to the ground by the saber that almost missed his hand, and he staggered back several steps.

He always wanted to try to distance himself, but Lisa didn't give him such a chance; the girl who had just been "scared" could see very clearly that there was something strange about the "scream" of this golden-haired head.

It's not just that it's as powerful as a cannonball, but there's more to it, more... invisible things.

The moment she heard the "dragon roar", Lisa found herself scared.

It's not the fear of being hungry or that Anson is missing again, but a deeper fear that comes from the body; it's so fearful that the body is out of control and wants to run away.

So this golden retriever... must kill him, because Lisa can't have anything to be afraid of. If Lisa is afraid, then... she can no longer protect Anson.

He must die.

"Go to hell!"

The moment the girl screamed, Leopold's solid wood gun butt hit Arthur's chest hard; the heavy sound was like a battering ram knocking on the already crumbling city gate.

call--

Arthur, who didn't even have time to scream, was thrown straight away. He bounced to the ground like a large shot put, collapsed on the dusty ground, and rolled several times.

"Whoa-poof!"

Dark red blood spurted out from his mouth. He wanted to stand up, but the pain in his chest that he had just "received" was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

His body was convulsing, and he could only raise his head while lying on the ground, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand, ready to wait for the angry "angel" to kill him, and then draw the knife to fight back.

Then... he saw the girl grinning at him standing fifteen steps away, holding the armed belt taken off from her belly and throwing it at him with all her strength.

Arm belt?

That armed belt, it...

It seems to be smoking?

well? !

Arthur's whole body was agitated, and he stood up decisively as if the injury on his chest had recovered instantly. He squatted down, lifted his feet off the ground, jumped up, and threw himself behind a rock.

This devil!

"boom--!"

With the sound of explosion, the armed belt full of grenades turned into an extremely round fire ball, and then rapidly expanded to the surroundings. The dark smoke and firelight completely swallowed Arthur's figure.

The girl who squinted her eyes covered her forehead with her small hands and saw that in the thick black smoke, surrounded by soaring embers, the Imperial Knight stood proudly, with a lion-like face exposed under his crossed arms.

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you surprised... You should be surprised, girl."

Arthur Herred, who stood up slowly, showed an extremely stern smile, and said in a deliberately low voice, slightly hoarse: "Your despicable behavior offended a noble knight, and the sins you have committed are countless! You are simply Seeking death...ahhhhhh!"

Arthur, who had not been "cold" for a few seconds, suddenly lost control of his expression - the "surprised" girl opposite him had already pulled out a revolver while widening her eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The screaming lead bullets that cut through the air kept roaring around him. Arthur, who didn't care about his image, was busy rolling and dodging, jumping left and right.

While fleeing in extreme embarrassment, Arthur, who caught Lisa while she was reloading, finally stood firm. A hot force gathered in his chest, and then he let out a roar straight ahead.

"boom--!!!!"

Amidst the thunderous noise, even the mountain below began to shake.

The sky is falling apart!

Violent shaking came immediately, and the air wave like a storm swept across the entire battlefield - not only the Clovis people, but also the Imperial people who hid behind Arthur in time were swept away; those who did not stand still or lie down in time The unlucky ones were directly knocked into the air by the expanding shock wave, and fell vertically from an altitude of dozens of meters.

The blown rubble and flakes of sand and dust collapsed high into the sky, falling from the sky like volleys of lead bullets and artillery fire; the strong wind mixed with them swept across the battlefield wantonly, sending out hell above the unobstructed high ground. Like roaring.

But none of this has anything to do with Arthur Herred.

At the moment when the air wave from the explosion on the right wing swept over, his "dragon roar" formed an invisible "barrier" in front of him, just blocking himself.

With his eyes tightly closed, the only "difference" he could feel was probably that the power of today's "dragon roar" seemed to be a little weaker than usual...

After a minute...or just a few seconds, the shock wave gradually disappeared.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, only to see large areas of scorched earth and traces of destruction, and a rolling heat wave hit his body; the soldiers who were still fighting on both sides just now, killing each other to the death, were not lying on some hidden mound. Next, there is no trace.

He just stood there in a daze, pointing his trembling right hand at the soaring fire on the right flank not far away, his expression full of confusion:

"This and that... that, all... are..."

"...I did it?"

……………………

Looking at the fire burning on the position in the distance, the cavalry lieutenant and regimental commander Alexei standing at the foot of the hillside had dull expressions and looked at each other.

"Who did this?" the cavalry lieutenant murmured intently.

"I have no idea."

Alexey shook his head, his expression even more shocked than he was.

"you do not know?"

"I really don't know!" The commander of the Second Line Infantry Regiment twitched his throat and emphasized again:

"I am……"

"that is?"

"Just let them...concentrate as much as possible the ammunition and arms that cannot be taken away, and pile...all together."

"……Why?"

The cavalry lieutenant, who was full of doubts, turned to him.

"Because this can cause a little trouble for the imperial bastards on the opposite side... They fight so hard, and their ammunition must be consumed a lot." Alexey explained:

"At least that's what we think."

The suddenly enlightened cavalry lieutenant nodded in a daze, and looked back at the distant firelight.

It seems that the self-righteousness of these officers has caused more than "a little" trouble to the Imperial Expeditionary Force opposite...

"None of this matters!"

Leno, who appeared out of nowhere, interrupted the conversation between the two, pointed at the burning position behind him and said angrily: "The most important thing now is to seize this golden opportunity. The enemy's offensive has collapsed. , seize the time to launch a counterattack!"

Counterattack?

The infantry commander and the cavalry lieutenant looked at each other, looked at the fire that was still burning in the distance, and then looked at the heir to Aiden, who was covered in scorch marks and looked quite embarrassed:

"...How to counterattack?"

"this……?!"

Following the direction of the two Storm Division officers' fingers, Renault, who was about to get angry, looked at the embarrassed army behind them and immediately fell silent.

The explosion not only interrupted the offensive of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, but also had a great impact on the Storm Division that had just completed its retreat. The temporary assembly position was now in chaos. Not to mention the unit structure, there were not even a thousand soldiers in sight. Less than.

Counting the reinforcements from Aiden's Army, it was less than one-fifth of the troops who retreated.

"What should I do?"

Renault was also confused. With such a small number of troops, let alone counterattack, retreating with all the troops was an unacceptable result!

"To be honest... we don't know either." The cavalry lieutenant smiled bitterly:

"Otherwise, we can assemble the scattered troops while waiting for Lord Anson's order. What do you think?"

Renault pursed his lips tightly and silently accepted the other party's proposal - or in other words, other than this, they had no better choice at the moment.

Twenty minutes later, they received Anson's instructions:

"attack!"

It was not just the right wing position that was affected by the explosion.

In order to open the gap as soon as possible, Caspar Hered placed almost all his bets on the right wing of the coalition - a full-line general attack, artillery advance, and an almost suicidal cavalry charge... all to cover the offensive on the right wing, and take Get off this crucial high ground.

As long as a high ground can be captured, the vital central position will be completely covered by Imperial artillery; unless they intend to die with the Imperial Expeditionary Force, the Storm Division must retreat.

Casper's bet was that the "grey shirts" on the opposite side...or the Clovis mercenaries, would not fight to the end for the Hantu people, regardless of everything.

He guessed correctly.

From the very beginning, Anson never thought about persisting until the last moment. He had already made a complete retreat plan while setting up his position.

In fact, even if the Imperial Expeditionary Force had not launched such a desperate suicide attack, the coalition forces, which were also facing supply problems, would not have been able to hold on for long.

According to his "perfect plan", if reinforcements still don't appear in the end, then he will engage in a war of attrition with the Imperial Expeditionary Force on the opposite side, blocking and retreating at the same time, delaying the opponent's march until they run out of ammunition and food.

But with the failure of the right-wing offensive, needless to say heavy casualties, the morale blow to the Imperial Expeditionary Force was truly fatal!

In addition to the imperial soldiers in the left-wing position who were still able to stabilize for the time being because they were far away from the center of the explosion, the infantry and cavalry in the right-wing and central positions that were directly impacted by the explosion were on the verge of losing control.

They finally discovered that the position in front of them was so solid and the enemy's defense line was so tight... Every round of attack was almost done on the corpses of the robes, piling up rows of casualties.

The fear and panic suppressed by anger completely broke out at the moment when morale dropped; no matter how the officers ordered the attack, the soldiers who refused to commit suicide were unwilling to push further.

Of course, even so, the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Expeditionary Force cannot be underestimated; not to mention that an explosion of this scale will also have an impact on the morale of the coalition forces.

As for the real reason that made him determined to counterattack...

"It's surprising that you actually came."

With an indifferent smile, Anson slowly looked back at the figure who appeared behind him, and said jokingly:

"Grand Duke Aiden... His Excellency Victor Emmanuel!"