I will be crowned king

"Believe it or not, using Miss Polina Frey as the negotiator was a decision I made after careful consideration."

Looking at the chief of staff with confusion written all over his face, Anson shrugged indifferently, biting on the pipe he had just lit and puffing away: "There are many candidates suitable for negotiation, but there are few who are more suitable than her... "

"Etc., etc……"

Quickly interrupting Anson who was talking to himself, Carl glanced at Fabian and the little clerk beside him, paused and gritted his teeth and said, "No!"

"wrong?"

"It's not this sentence - it's the one from the beginning!"

"At the beginning?"

"It's the part about negotiating with Yangfan City. Why?"

"Negotiating with Yangfan City..." Ansen paused and frowned slightly:

"Didn't I make it clear enough?"

"What did you say?"

Karl rolled his eyes: "You only said you wanted to negotiate, but you didn't even explain why!"

"I thought there was no need to explain such a simple thing!" Anson was very shocked:

"With our relationship, is it necessary?"

"It's necessary, it's necessary!"

Karl resisted the urge to hit someone: "If you don't tell me, how will we understand why?"

"Uh... what the chief of staff means is that although we understand it in our hearts, we still need you to explain it in writing." Fabian glanced at the corner of the room and added seriously next to him:

"After all, there are five thousand people in the Storm Division. Not everyone - or almost no one - can understand your grand plan, Commander-in-Chief."

"really!"

The little clerk who slowly withdrew his gaze immediately raised his head and stroked his chest to express his reconsideration.

"Explanation? I don't even know how to explain it..." Anson shook his head and spread his hands helplessly:

"Our goal is to kill Bernard's imperial army and capture Sailing City, right?"

The three of them nodded in unison.

"Which of these two goals comes first?"

Still not waiting for the other party to answer, Anson gave the answer directly: "It must be to capture the Sailing City - without the base camp, Bernard and his army will be dead!"

"Now Sailing City is only independent, and Louis Bernard has become the Governor of Sailing City in a daze; but this is not enough, we have to let them actively join us, otherwise even if Bernard is eliminated, it will just be a different opponent. "

"Still an old rival." Karl couldn't help but complain:

"Well, even if you're right, why is Polina Frey the most suitable candidate?"

"Even so? What I said is very reasonable!"

Anson raised the corner of his mouth and blew out an almost perfect smoke ring: "It's very simple. There are not many candidates suitable for negotiating with Louis Bernard and the liberals in the city. It can be easily found through elimination."

"First of all, I personally cannot do it. Excluding the identity of a Clovis officer will 100% arouse the vigilance of the liberals on the other side. A commander-in-chief of the Clovis army represents the Confederacy, and it is easy for the other party to think that the Confederacy is a vassal of the Storm Division. and puppets' this kind of wrong speculation."

Of course, there is another important reason, and that is Freya, the Elf Queen of Ysel, who has sworn to kill her when they meet again. Although Louis will stop her, this kind of matter involving personal safety still needs to be done. It's better to be cautious.

The corners of Karl's eyes moved and he barely held back.

"This also excludes all the officers of the Storm Division and can only be selected from among the top leaders of the Confederacy." Anson clapped his fingers:

"Get rid of the one who sits on the fence, the one who has no sense of existence, the one who has no spine, the one who has no level...Pollina Frey, she is the best candidate, or there is no choice at all."

No one denies this. Everyone present knows in their hearts what kind of heroes the high-ranking officials of the Free Confederation are.

Rather than letting this group of people do bad things, it is better to send a person with a suitable identity and who will obey orders to be responsible for the negotiation. Although Carl still despises Anson for using a little girl as a tool, he is not surprised at all. Have strong immunity.

However, even if there is a suitable candidate, it does not mean that success will be 100%. There is still a very urgent problem that must be solved.

"How do you plan to let her meet Louis?"

Karl raised his eyebrows and pointed the cigarette butt in his right hand out the window: "The scouts reported that Bernard and his army have completely surrounded the entire Sailing City, including the coast outside the city where they can land - after all, there are Learning from the past, how can we get through the blockade of more than 10,000 troops?"

"More than 10,000 people?"

"This is also the information we just got!" The little secretary quickly said:

"The large number of young and strong laborers that Bernard Morwes captured from Gray Pigeon Castle were filled into the army to fill the vacancies, and the total strength was almost restored to about 13,000 to 4,000 - of course, in terms of firepower and training Compared to before, there must have been a significant decline.”

"But that's still more than 10,000 people. The most important thing in a siege is to crush the troops."

Karl took over the topic: "How do you let a little girl pass through the defense lines and outposts of the imperial army without being discovered by the other side?"

"It's very simple. We launch an all-out attack from the front to attract Bernard's attention; and then find an escort who can definitely protect her from successfully crossing the blockade without being discovered."

Anson wrote lightly, his eyes scanning the faces of the three people in front of him one by one, and then fixed on the corner of the room.

The three people with different expressions let out a "thump!" in their hearts at the same time. They turned their heads little by little in the direction of his gaze in tacit agreement, and fixed their slightly stiff eyes on that petite figure.

With a toothless smile, Thalia, who was wearing a sapphire blue dress, stood up from her seat, lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted.

……………………

To the north of Yangfan City, the siege position was established.

Inside the smoky headquarters, the air exuded a strong smell of alcohol and rot; the whole room was in a mess, with overturned wine bottles everywhere, piles of ashtrays, scattered papers and flies-covered The dinner plate and the map on the table were scrawled into a ball.

Bernard, naked except for a blanket, sat slumped in a chair, staring drunkenly at the darkness in front of him, holding a bottle of gin with only the bottom of the bottle in his left hand, and the pipe at the corner of his mouth had long been extinguished.

On the second day after the siege began, he woke up from a coma and locked himself in his room; all combat deployment and command were discussed among the officers themselves, and then he, as the general manager, issued in the name of.

It's over, it's all over.

If Ed Levent's failure in his mission to the Three Kingdoms in the North Sea and his inability to attack the Clovis from the east and west at the same time was just a strategic faux pas, then the death of the dignified emperor's envoy and the capture or even sinking of the battleship Green Dragon were a bolt from the blue!

This kind of thing cannot be concealed... Even if Anson Bach knew the seriousness of the problem and deliberately hid it, at most it would be delayed until the end of the year, and the emperor would still know about it by then - it was a battleship, and the entire empire combined could only have A double-digit main battleship, not a small sampan!

The emperor will not give him, this "criminal minister" any chance, and will justifiably use his own head to punish the Morwes family, which has become more and more arrogant recently; the Roland and Bernard families will laugh at his overestimation of his capabilities, once again showing the emperor Their strong influence in the colonies.

Bernard, a name full of humiliation, will be completely removed from the Malweis family's genealogy; the neighboring branches will comfort their children, and then naturally take away the territory and family property that originally belonged to him.

The officers were still making noisy noises, as if just taking down Sailing City would save the situation and turn defeat into victory.

They simply don't understand that this war is no longer a problem that can be solved by a sailing city or even a few colonies.

Ed Levent is one of the direct bloodlines and important heirs of the "Wind Knights". His death will inevitably attract the attention of the Levent family and even the Judgment Knights behind them - whether he is willing or not, the emperor must give an explanation. !

He spent all his efforts and tried his best to confine the entire conflict within the new world, and was even prepared to give up two or three colonies to reduce the scale of the situation; but both the enemy and his own people were desperately trying to change the situation. They use tricks to make things happen and make the situation develop towards a situation that no one can end.

If it is understandable for the enemy to do this, then this group of so-called "subordinates" and "allies" makes people hate them so much that they feel that they are better enemies.

He was thinking about treason all the time, deceiving his boss every minute, and using his own name to do various things and sabotage his carefully planned deployment plan.

Now, I no longer have to worry about these things - because they are all going to hell!

The storm that stirs up the entire rough sea has already been brewing, and no one, including that damn bastard Anson Bach, will be spared!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Bernard picked up the bottle, drank it in one gulp, and threw it out with all his strength.

"boom!"

The bottle exuding the aroma of gin shattered under his feet, and the broken glass shards opened several wounds on his calves, giving his body that was about to be completely numb a little bit of life. He struggled to open his eyes to focus. Only then can you clearly see the furnishings in the room.

Even though he was close to collapse, Bernard had a clear understanding of the war outside - through the intelligence brought in by the orderlies when they delivered drinks every day, he came to the final conclusion during the rare sober time before he got drunk.

Sailing City is over.

Judging from the comparison of strength between the two sides, the traitor Louis Bernard and Sado still own Sailing City, the city with the most complete defense facilities in the New World. Purging the loyalists through rebellion has ensured internal unity, which indeed gives them some advantages.

In addition, although they hate to admit it, both of them are very good commanders, and their military level is enough to crush the trash snacks under their command; as long as they are arranged properly, it is not difficult to gain the upper hand.

But no war in this world can be won purely by one or two commanders; the key to victory or defeat depends on the thoughts of the majority of people on both sides.

Sailing City has a complete city defense, but after all, it is not a fortress but a city, and it has many weaknesses; and a city under siege cannot 100% permanently block the attack under a strong attack, and without reinforcements, its fall is only a matter of time.

Although their own subordinates are stupid in comparison, both the total number and the training level of individual soldiers are far superior to their opponents; coupled with the abandonment of Gray Pigeon Castle, the final foothold, everyone knows that they cannot beat Yangfan City 100%. Bai Yao was finished, and his morale was at an all-time high.

One thing is going down, the other is going up, and it is only a matter of time that Yangfan City falls.

The only force that can turn the tide of the war is...

"boom!"

Following the sudden sound, a dazzling white light burst open the door of the headquarters. It took Bernard, who squinted his eyes, nearly a minute to finally see the figure who hurried in after barely adapting.

"Sir, something happened!"

The sweaty messenger was lying on the table, just writing "It's over" on his forehead, without any blood on his face.

"Well, don't tell me yet, let me guess."

Lazy and slumped on the chair, Bernard, who smelled of alcohol, raised the corners of his mouth slightly on his flushed cheeks: "At this time... it should be that Clovis or the scout cavalry of the colonial traitors were discovered. From their mouths or Or through the surrounding intelligence, we discovered that their army is approaching Sail City from Gray Pigeon Castle, right?"

"ah?!"

The messenger opened his mouth wide and opened his eyes as wide as possible: "You, how do you know?!"

"Nonsense, of course I know... burp!" Bernard snorted coldly and burped.

Calculating the time, if Anson Bach really wanted to unite with Sail City to attack him, it would be almost time to set off from Gray Pigeon Castle now; but it is really efficient to be able to neutralize the "landmines" he laid for him so quickly. Amazing.

"Tell me, how many troops did they dispatch?"

"Uh... I'm not very clear about the details." The messenger didn't dare to neglect:

"But according to the reports of the prisoners, they claimed to have an army of 30,000 people. They were divided into two groups and marched towards Yangfan City from the north and east at the same time. The rest is unknown."

"Thirty thousand?! Ha!"

Bernard laughed out loud - he didn't believe that a mere Clovis Colony garrison commander and a group of ragtag men could muster an army of 30,000 to attack him.

Even if there were more than 30,000 pigs, half of them would starve to death if they ran to Yangfan City!

"Pass my order, and the entire army must assemble to prepare a warm welcome for Anson Bach and his 30,000 troops."

The drunken Bernard stood up slowly and said in a deep voice with great confidence: "Tell those cowards that within one day, I can reduce the number of this '30,000 army' by two-thirds or even four." Three!"

"yes!"

The messenger shouted loudly, but did not turn away immediately; his trembling eyes slowly moved downwards like a magnet being attracted.

"Huh?" Bernard raised his eyebrows:

"Anything else?"

"Uh...that." The messenger swallowed, he wanted to say something but hesitated, so he had to point his finger down.

Confused, Bernard looked in the direction he pointed. His thigh, scratched by glass shards, had left a pool of dark red on the ground - and it was getting deeper.

The next second, heart-rending howls echoed through most of the military camp.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"