I will be crowned king

In the evening, the gate of Dongju City.

Under the bright, fiery glow, the entire Winter Torch City was immersed in a sea of ​​fire: billowing thick smoke drifted through the narrow streets, and the sounds of gunshots and explosions came from them as densely as a celebration.

As the militiamen in the city were completely wiped out after being attacked, the troops outside the city were unable to immediately move in to suppress them. The streets, large and small, immediately fell into the hands of thugs and mercenaries.

Some of them were bandits and robbers hired by Sailing City, and some were simply adventurers who had just arrived in Winter torch city. At first, these people were wary and hid in their rented hotel rooms when the "official thugs" caused chaos. Here, be cautious of some guests with bad intentions.

But when the windows of the first tavern were smashed by burning coals, and the thugs who kicked open the door openly swept away the counter, and strode away unscathed, they who could still "remain cautious" finally couldn't sit still. He stopped, put on his mask decisively, and joined the carnival with a mess of weapons.

Of course, not all adventurers and reclamation organizations have completely abandoned their bottom line, and some have even taken the initiative to help tavern and hotel owners strengthen their defenses against the raids of thugs.

For the colonists who are committed to exploration and reclamation, Winter Torch City is a city of extraordinary significance: all those who are eager to pursue treasures in the wild world, challenge themselves, even start from scratch like the first batch of colonists, and own a piece of their own land. If they, who own their own land, want to start this journey, Winter Torch City is the starting point.

To the south is the "Novice Village" that has long been developed and matured and has been gradually eroded and controlled by the old world civilization; to the north is a large area of ​​unknown and mysterious, a true new world!

If Winter Torch City is burned to the ground and loses this important supply depot and safe house, the adventure that was originally a narrow escape will turn into a ten-death adventure - no matter how much treasure and land there is, you can't take it but lose it.

Even if this journey is destined to be nothing, they must defend the city at their feet, otherwise there will be no future...

Taverns, hotels, shops...the two sides launched fierce offensive and defensive fights around one building after another, and even rooms; communities large and small became battlefields one after another, and fierce gunshots continued to ring out in the narrow streets-whether it was from outside The victims are still local indigenous people, so they are not immune.

A chaotic city is a paradise for thugs, but street fighting in an unfamiliar city is hell for the regular army: Although one is facing the sea and the other is inland, the design features of Winter Torch City are exactly the same as those of Beluga Port, that is, the streets are incomparably beautiful. It is narrow and has endless intersections.

This complex terrain created endless troubles for Carl Bain, who was eager to control the city gate - because he wasted a lot of time in the militia barracks, the entire city was completely in chaos when the troops set off.

Of course, if you take the main road in the center of the city, it will indeed be much faster, but the problem is that the enemy is not only outnumbered, but also has at least two artillery pieces - allowing the large troops to squeeze into the middle of the road without cover, while being shot coldly. Moving quickly with the risk of being hit by artillery at all times, the probability of mutiny is not only 99%, but at least 100%.

As a chief of staff infected by Anson and extremely cautious, Karl divided the five companies at hand into three - two companies rushed to the city gate along the road, two followed him from the left city area to cover, and the last one Break into skirmishers and advance toward the city gate in half-ranked units.

"Damn it, how many bastards do the imperial people in Yangfan City hire?"

Looking at the dense gunfire on the opposite side, Karl, who was lying under a bar as a bunker, couldn't help but cursed: "Did they pack up all the bastards in the New World and deliver them to your door?!"

What responded to him was an equally intensive burst of gunfire from behind - rows and rows of rounds of shooting, which only lasted for a minute. On the other side, there were only corpses on the ground and figures running away quickly.

Confirming that the road was normal, the private soldiers who maintained their formation quickly moved forward and took control of the "stronghold" just occupied by the enemy; but after only advancing less than two hundred meters, gunfire was heard again on the left and right in front.

The privates who had already had "rich experience" immediately began to cover and fire in the front row, and the back row quickly deployed their formation; after several rounds of shooting, the front row retreated to clear the firing range for the lines behind them, and then several rounds of simultaneous firing followed. Shoot towards the opposite side, clear the enemies and move on... the cycle repeats.

This extremely inefficient way of propulsion made the nearby city gate seem far away like a horizon that would never be reached, and at the same time it greatly tested the soldiers' mental endurance.

But compared to being knocked down one by one by countless cold guns and ending up dead without knowing how, it is already the safest option - as for the task of opening the city gate to let the main force into the city, naturally there are three other companies in charge.

In this way, at least it ensures that the city gate can be controlled as soon as possible, and at the same time, in case of the worst case scenario: the city gate has been controlled by the enemy. After the outpost troops suffer losses, there will still be enough manpower to complete the task and try their best. Reduce casualties as much as possible.

At the same time, in order to guard against the enemy's surprise attack from behind and to make up for his mistakes, Lieutenant Colonel Norton has led three companies to the center of the city, preparing to intercept the so-called "Beast Slave Mercenary Group" before the enemy takes action - if it is still too late, they can still Serving as the frontline force to suppress the riots, ensuring that the Storm Division still controls some strongholds in the city, it is convenient for the main force to have a center when they enter the city.

It was such a cautious and foolproof tactic that Karl felt quite proud of it - even if Anson executed it himself, it would not be more perfect than this.

Of course, perhaps it was because they were too safe that some of the soldiers who joined the Storm Division after the Battle of Eagle Point City actually felt a little bit uneasy.

"Is it really okay for us to do this, Chief of Staff?"

A messenger sneaked up to Karl's side and couldn't help but whisper: "The Commander-in-Chief... and Miss Talia are still in the city. Isn't it a bit strange for us to just run away like this..."

"A little bit?" Karl glanced at the recruit impatiently.

"Something?"

"A bit, the impact is not very good..." the messenger said tremblingly.

Looking at the recruits with fear written all over their faces, Karl sighed and subconsciously touched the cigarette case, looking at his empty right hand with a feeling of loneliness:

"Listen, I said this a long time ago, and I really don't want to repeat it if I can: you are a soldier, and your task is to obey orders-on the basis of obeying orders, try to save your own life, no matter how big The credit is not worth wasting this once-only treasure."

"Let me tell you one more thing. This is actually a military secret: Do you know what kind of soldiers are the most annoying to their companions, and are particularly unwelcome to their commanders?"

"how is it like?"

"The kind who are particularly self-righteous and keen to think about their superiors - like you."

"..."

After dealing with the messengers who were too eager to make progress, Karl stood up from the bunker with a very uncomfortable expression and waved his big hand forward:

"Continue - move towards the city gate, pay attention to safety!"

As for a certain bastard, instead of worrying about him, Karl was more worried that if those beast slave mercenaries were dealt with too badly, it might cause the fools of the Free Federation to have some "special" misunderstandings about the empire's combat power.

……………………

“Everyone—heads down!”

Anson roared angrily, and the "dagger" revolver in his right hand spewed out anger unhurriedly, penetrating through the figures rushing into the hall one after another; the ferocious faces were torn apart by the roaring lead bullets, and sprayed on the wall with the plasma. .

The gunfire that pierced the eardrums echoed under the vault of the hall, accompanied by the screams and shouts of killing outside the wall, the wall shook slightly and the gravel collapsed; an hour ago, the "Confederacy" stood up in a majestic manner. The MPs' faces were all pale now, and they were huddled under long tables and chairs, shivering.

In fact, there is no need for Anson to give special orders, and they will never take the initiative to stand up; even if almost every one of them carries at least one weapon, if they cooperate well, they can even make the enemy rush into the hall and be torn to pieces.

But even if they were willing to come forward, Anson would not dare to place the decisive factor in the success or failure of the plan on such a group of people - there are not many people he can trust in this regard, and he is the only one.

So he adopted a compromise method: blocking the main entrance of the hall with obstacles, so that the enemy could only attack the hall from the two side entrances on the left, one on the right, and three side entrances; then he used chairs and long tables to divide the hall into two parts, the front and rear. They are responsible for hiding in the bunker behind and are responsible for facing the attackers who rush in.

In Anson's eyes, this is the "safest" method.

"boom--!"

One shot blasted the beast slave's head, and plasma mixed with fragments sprayed onto the wall, but his body was still charging with the gun with inertia; snatching the weapon away with his backhand, Anson raised the gun and kicked the body towards the unlucky guy behind him, and then used His weapon recharged.

The hot lead bullet passed over the bloody neck and accurately hit the second head behind.

"How many weapons have these guys got..."

Glancing at the rifle he just snatched, Anson muttered to himself - this is no longer the firepower that ordinary mercenaries can have. Have they captured the arsenal of Winter Torch City?

No, no? Is there really a colonial militia that is so weak that it can't even defeat a group of beast slaves?

With the help of superpowers, Anson could see that not only those who rushed in, but also the beast slave mercenaries outside who were trying to besiege the parliament were holding one in their arms, and at the same time they were carrying at least one rifle behind them, and even had their armed belts hanging on. Two... They are so elite that it really makes one seriously doubt whether they are here to carry out assassinations.

That's not the biggest surprise - they also have a twenty-four-pounder cannon!

Although it is an old and outdated model, the biggest feature of front-loaded artillery is that the tonnage and caliber will never lie; no matter how old you are, you still want to smash a door with a pure wooden structure. easy.

Once the opponent succeeds, even if Anson reveals his identity as the spellcaster, he will not be able to stop hundreds of bloodthirsty beast slave mercenaries; of course, the premise is that before that, he has not been beaten by the continuous influx of mercenaries. into a sieve.

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

The pitch-black muzzle made a loud noise again. The lonely Anson was like a walking artillery piece. The whistling lead bullets rushed towards his front and rear entrances. The pierced body fell neatly to the ground, with blood like a stream. flow.

But then more beast slave mercenaries rushed into the hall, rushing towards the thin figure holding a revolver, risking their lives and even turning a blind eye to the miserable appearance of their companions.

At this point, Anson could finally conclude that the other party was coming for him; especially the way the beast slave mercenaries looked at him didn't seem to be looking at the enemy at all, more like...

"BBQ!"

Um?

The sudden shout made Anson stunned, and he almost had his head split open with an ax by the beast slave who rushed up from behind. Anson, holding the bayonet behind his back, turned sideways and tore open the opponent's neck, and looked in the direction of the sound in confusion.

The pale-faced Polina suddenly stood up at some point, shouting and pointing tremblingly behind her: "Behind the barbecue, I heard footsteps - they are outside!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the MPs hiding in the back of the hall were shocked. They turned their heads to look at the small door behind the barbecue grill in the hall in horror, like animals in a pigsty waiting to be slaughtered.

Yes, in addition to the three on the front, there is a fourth entrance to the Parliament - the lounge that was blown apart by the twelve-pounder cannon.

In order to prevent anyone from entering the hall from the lounge, the Speaker of Winter Torch City had an idea and moved the barbecue grill from the large fireplace and blocked the door in advance; but for a group of enemies who were likely to have artillery, this was obviously not insurmountable. obstacles.

"Pollina, get down!"

At the moment of shouting, Anson had already snatched the weapon of the beast slave mercenary, directly inserted the dagger barrel into the beast slave mercenary's mouth, pointed it at his companion behind him and pulled the trigger.

Having had the experience at Rune Mansion, Polina held her head and squatted down without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, there was a deafening loud noise from behind; panicked screams echoed around her, like hell falling from the sky.

The girl holding her head closed her eyes tightly and shivered for more than ten seconds, but there was no loud volley of gunfire or the roar of cannons as she imagined, and she couldn't even hear the screams around her.

well?

The stunned Polina opened her eyes, and a petite figure passed by her eyes, as nimble as a soaring swallow.

"An-sen-!!!!"

The girl jumped up from the long table, shouted loudly and threw the Leopold rifle in her arms towards Anson who had emptied the magazine.

The dark wooden gun body with a bright silver tip rotated into a silver wheel, running through the entire hall unstoppably.

"coming!"

With the corner of his mouth raised, Anson raised his right hand and caught Leopold steadily without looking. The gun body rotated as he turned around, loading, loading, and aiming...

"boom--!"

One after another, the beast slave mercenaries who had just rushed into the hall were smashed into pieces with their heads and chests smashed into pieces.