I will be crowned king

Military camp outside the city, headquarters.

The piercing whistle directly interrupted Anson's dream. The dignified colonial garrison commander jumped out of bed, threw on a coat and opened the door without even wearing shoes.

The disheveled clerk stood outside the door, with red eyes and a panicked look on his face, and said:

"Sir Anson Bach, something serious has happened!"

Anson, who was suppressing his sleepiness, glanced at him without saying a word, walked to the wine cabinet next to him, poured a large glass of ice water and handed it to him; the little clerk was not polite, thanked him quickly, and drank from the water glass. All.

Anson watched silently as he drank all the water and swallowed the ice cubes. He silently took the cup and said, "Let's get to the point."

"There was a commotion around the large warehouse in the North Square District." The little clerk wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth, and after calming his breathing a little, he quickly returned to his usual calmness - even though he was still wearing a rabbit-eared nightcap on his head. :

"Yesterday evening, the Parliament District Church received an anonymous report letter, mentioning that a cult organization composed of indigenous pagans is entrenched in the large warehouse. At the same time, the reporter also hinted that the other party possesses some terrible knowledge."

"At 1:30 today - that is, an hour ago - an explosion occurred in the large warehouse. A suspected heating equipment accident caused a fire, alarming the North Square and several nearby communities."

"According to the intelligence received, the Promise Keepers Alliance has launched an operation to seal off the North Square community and do their best to maintain law and order. The situation has been initially controlled, but we know nothing about the situation in the warehouse. We only know that the fire will happen at the latest. Ended in ten hours.”

Anson Bach poured himself a glass of ice water: "Oh, why?"

"Because the daily fuel supply that the large warehouse can get can last up to six hours; the people living there are relatively poor immigrants and indigenous people, who can only afford cinders and some rough charcoal."

"With the current intensity of the fire, even if we leave it alone and use all the living people inside as fuel, the fire will automatically end in ten hours." The little secretary answered truthfully:

"Of course, there won't be much left in there by then."

"……very good."

After thinking seriously for more than ten seconds, Anson said with a solemn expression: "We... the Storm Masters must take action immediately."

Regardless of whether it was native pagans or Harold's supporters who were taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, this was an opportunity to demonstrate the Stormtrooper's operational capabilities.

The Promise Keepers Alliance has proven their incompetence in public security management with facts. The Storm Division has every reason to station its entire army in Beluga Port and eliminate the natives in the entire North Square area and even the entire city as quickly as possible.

It is already February. By the beginning of March, the routes to the mainland will be open again, and we can officially start the factory and the introduction of new immigrants. At the same time, the Legion Farm, which is currently just a bunch of blueprints and foundations, can also carry out the first round of reclamation. , the entire colony will be on track.

By eradicating the indigenous pagans, he could also naturally encourage the colonies to reclaim wasteland and expand while preparing for the invasion of the empire.

This is also the best way to unite the entire colony.

After a month of observation, Anson was basically convinced that it would be difficult, or impossible, to rely on the conflicts between Clovis and the Empire to inspire unity in the colonies in the New World.

It is precisely for this reason that Anson finally chose the force that seems to be the most extreme, but is actually the most extreme, but is the most able to inspire unity among colonial immigrants... Universal Sect.

This is the only option to unite immigrants with different origins and identities from all corners of the old world.

"Is there any news about Karl and Alexey?"

"Chief of Staff Karl and Commander Alexei have mobilized the troops in Beluga Port City and blocked the entire North Square - in fact, they were the first to arrive at the scene, and the Promise Keepers Alliance arrived later. So far, All the information was sent by them thirty minutes ago.”

"The messengers sent asked us for reinforcements at the same time, because there is evidence that the Old God Sect is suspected to be present in the warehouse. It is very likely that the three hundred line infantry on the scene alone will not be able to control the situation. Therefore, I hope you will lead the reinforcements as soon as possible to ensure that nothing goes wrong. !”

"Of course!" Anson said solemnly:

"Tell Fabian to immediately assemble all the officers in the barracks, distribute ammunition to all troops, and prepare for battle. In addition, notify Captain William Cecil that once we stabilize the situation, we will move back and clear the road for them to go to the port. Be prepared for naval gun support at any time!"

"Already notified." The little secretary solemnly replied:

"Lieutenant Colonel Fabian is gathering officers, and two-thirds of the troops in the barracks are ready and are receiving equipment; as for Colonel William Cecil and the naval officers... they have discovered anomalies in the city and are in the living room Wait, but we haven’t fully told the Colonel yet.”

“Just tell them – don’t think too much about it, just say it.”

Regardless of whether it is true or not, once the situation really gets serious and you have to find a way to take action yourself, it is still necessary for the fleet to fire two cannons towards the North Square to cover up the traces of magic.

Of course, it is best not to use such an extreme act as bombarding a city with naval guns unless it is absolutely necessary; after all, it is different from the suppression by soldiers. Both the consequences and the psychological shadow it causes on the people are huge, which greatly affects oneself - and greatly affects Ke. Is the Lovi Kingdom's rule over the colonies able to win the hearts of the people?

But after trying to rule for the first time - managing the colony on behalf of the natives, Anson had a slightly different view on this kind of thing: It is not good to use such extreme means, but it will not work if it has never been demonstrated. Minimal deterrence effect.

Therefore, even if there is no intention to use it, the occasional "show of force" is still necessary; the colonial people should be made to understand in the minimum way what will happen if they disobey the garrison representing the mainland.

"anymore question?"

Anson asked casually after thinking about it.

The little clerk was stunned at first, and then his face that was trying to remain calm showed a bit of panic, and he hesitated and said:

"I...uh...I must admit that the harm caused by this community riot far exceeded our expectations. It turns out that the problem does not lie with the range of people we initially predicted, but with some people we did not predict. ——In other words, we predicted certain groups of people that we did not predict and would not be predicted. Because of our prediction, it led to uncontrollable events and ultimately led to uncontrollable..."

Anson Bach: “Get to the point.”

"It may not be the indigenous pagans who caused the fire." The young registrar sighed.

"Oh, who is that?"

"Miss Lisa Bach, two hours ago soldiers testified that she went to the North Square alone."

………………

The moment he finished speaking, messy gunshots rang out from behind the fence, and fragments of lead bullets of various sizes splashed around in the narrow room, knocking out the few torches.

The arena suddenly darkened, leaving only flickering gun flames and a loud sound that shook the eardrums.

At the moment when she was torn into pieces by countless lead bullets, the girl standing there turned into an afterimage and rushed toward the iron door on the right, leaving a string of dazzling sparks behind her in time.

In a dark room, gunfire like a storm continued to wash through the narrow room. The girl huddled under the iron door lay quietly on the iron door, took out the grenade from her arms, pulled the safety, and then started to cry in her heart. Countdown: three, two...

one.

The moment the gunshots on the fence stopped, the dazzling gunfire lit up the darkness again.

"boom--!"

Shotguns spurted out from the muzzle, and fragments of projectiles ignited by the gunfire penetrated the figures behind the fence one after another. Blood and lead bullets spewed wantonly behind them, staining the walls and ceiling red like spray paint.

Amidst the screams one after another, messy footsteps were already close at hand; the iron door on the right slowly opened, and when there was no one standing behind the fence, dozens of ferocious-looking indigenous people appeared behind the girl.

And a certain grenade that had its safety unlocked happened to stop smoking.

Not too much, not too little time, just right.

"boom--!!!!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and the bursting fire instantly engulfed the rushing figure, and the high-temperature air waves and thick smoke simultaneously poured into the back of the iron door.

With her back to the explosion, Sheriff Lisa Bach stood up in the darkness, holding a cigarette (licorice stick) in her mouth, and pointed her loaded shotgun straight ahead.

The harsh sound of pulleys and chains sounded again, and countless messy footsteps poured into the dark arena.

"killed--!"

"boom!"

Without giving the other party a chance to finish speaking, the girl who pulled the trigger shot the ferocious head, then turned around and ran away.

The roaring shotgun tore a gap in the sea of ​​fire. The petite figure held his breath and rushed into the darkness wrapped in thick smoke without hesitation; countless roars sounded in the smoke, following behind like a flood. .

But it didn't take long for the running police chief to realize that there were people pouring in not only behind him, but also in front of him.

"We've been discovered!"

"Catch her! Don't let her escape!"

“Kill the intruders!”…

Countless roars and shouts resounded one after another in the passage; the smell of rot and some kind of burning mixed with each other, spreading wantonly in the stuffy and unventilated pipes; coupled with the continuous vibrations directly above the head, they followed closely. The pursuers and the criminals blocking his way...

This makes the girl extremely excited.

The running girl's eyes widened in the darkness, and the corners of her mouth raised crazily. She didn't even notice that only half of the cigarette (licorice stick) was left in the corner of her mouth.

All this was expected by the ice-smart Sheriff Lisa Bach.

In fact, at the moment when she finally decided whether to infiltrate, she suddenly realized a very serious problem: Although she found the tip, and although the tip stated that the criminal was in the warehouse,...

She didn't know them.

If you sneak into a large warehouse quietly, you have no idea who the other party is, let alone which native is the good guy and which is the bad guy; more importantly, Anson usually does the job of distinguishing the enemy, and you only need to kill the bad guy. alright.

But now, she needs to figure out who is the good guy and who is the bad guy.

This was a huge test for Sheriff Lisa Bach - mostly because it wasn't written in the Sheriff's Handbook.

Usually when encountering this kind of situation, the girl would retreat obediently and hand over the information she obtained to Anson for processing; but tonight...

Tonight, Beluga Harbor is in danger!

At this critical moment, there is only one person who can save the entire Beluga Harbor from destruction--that is Sheriff Lisa Bach.

Only her!

It was all written on that letter (it wasn’t)!

There is no time to go to Anson Bach for help. The Chief Sheriff must solve all this on her own, open her smart brain, and find the key to breaking through the dilemma.

So after some careful thinking, the girl came up with a brilliant idea: If she caused a commotion in the warehouse, wouldn't the bad guys come to her door?

As long as he follows the criminals, or goes wherever there are criminals, he can successfully find their lair!

As for how to tell who is a criminal...whoever sees the police chief (himself) running away is not a criminal?

Lisa thought this plan was brilliant.

"Bang——! Bang——! Bang——! Bang——!"

The shotgun in his arms kept roaring, illuminating the darkness with dazzling gun flames, showing an almost terrifying lethality in the narrow passage; the figures blocking the girl's front fell down in rows.

Spurting blood and torn pieces of flesh were flying around in the passage, and the screams even covered up the gunshots.

At the same time, the footsteps above and behind became more panicked and more rapid; the entire warehouse seemed to have fallen into uncontrolled chaos, and the original order seemed to have been completely broken.

The "criminals" who were still trying to stop the girl seemed to have been completely frightened and began to retreat; but as a result, the girl became even more excited and began to chase after them.

After rushing out of the passage, a room larger than before appeared in front of the girl; in the center of the room was a stone staircase leading underground. A dozen armed indigenous people and immigrants stood in front of her, all of them looking frightened. .

"Stop her!"

Hysterical shouts sounded from behind the crowd, but both the words and the tone were full of deep fear: "Your family members live here. If you don't want to be kicked out and freeze to death, just obey the order and stop this devil!"

In the depressing atmosphere, a native standing in the middle failed to overcome his inner fear and took the lead in pulling the trigger.

The next second, messy gunfire exploded instantly; in the dark room, the dazzling gun flames temporarily deprived everyone of their vision, and their eyes were dyed pure white.

When his vision finally recovered, he saw a petite figure jumping out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him, with an extremely innocent smile and a pair of clear emerald eyes... He took out a second black and thick handful from his arms. shotgun.

"boom--!!!!"

The dazzling gun flames lit up, but this time it wasn't just vision, everyone's brains also fell into pure white.

Forever pure white.

Happy Labor Day!