I will be crowned king

Borre Levent's idea is very simple. Even if Anson Bach can let his legion attack in a joint attack and move it around like chess pieces on the table, he still can't get rid of the fact that the difference in strength between the two sides is two to one. times.

Even if they are just chess pieces, he still has twice as many chess pieces as he can use to consume and squander; even if he really has fifty cannons to deter him, it is impossible to supply the cannons with enough shells to hit the entire field.

Now that the opponent has advanced separately, then he will attack together - 20,000 troops are gathered in one place, what can he do to himself with less than 10,000 people in his hands?

A thousand cavalry can silence your artillery positions. If one infantry regiment cannot stop you, I will send two or three... Compared with you, my trump cards are unlimited!

The livid-faced Borre Levent walked out of the trench, and the long knife in his right hand was slowly raised along with Ping Ping's arm.

Behind him, the menacing 10,000 jihadist troops walked out of the siege position in batches, put their bayonets on the muzzles of their rifles, and slowly advanced in a tight square formation.

Opposite him, thousands of the main force of the Borre Corps had already escaped from Straw Town, and the angry artillery fire was still roaring behind them, but the poor aim had proved with facts that this was just a pale roll.

That's right, as long as the Legion is regrouped, it will be easy to clean up the Storm Legion troops who are fighting independently; Straw Straw Town is still his own, and Anson Bach, who suffered heavy casualties, will not have another one besides escaping in confusion with his tail between his legs. options.

Of course, with the Judgment Knights around, he couldn't escape.

The Storm Legion, which once humiliated the Empire in Hantu and destroyed the Empire's rule over the colonies in Sailing City, will come to an end in its own hands. In the name of "heathen rebels", it will be swept into the garbage heap of history and be forgotten forever.

And he will become a hero who opened up territory for the Levent family in the new world, and will always be remembered by the descendants connected by blood.

With some expectations for the future, the grinning Borei issued the order for a general attack on all fronts.

It's a pity that the knights and soldiers under his command were not in such a good mood... In their eyes, the legion commander was extremely embarrassed at the moment. He was being fooled around by his opponents. He had no choice but to simply swarm up and try to drown the opponent in one breath.

This kind of order sounds menacing, but to the soldiers, it is equivalent to asking them to rush forward and die... Especially those troops who are not direct descendants of the Levent family and are treated as tools and consumables by Borre, this feeling is even stronger.

Therefore, when the order was given to assemble, the various units were procrastinating, especially the two infantry regiments flanked by Leo, the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment. They simply used the excuse of "covering the front" to refuse to attack, and did not really go head-to-head with the Storm Legion. .

The rest of the troops were in a similar situation. From assembling to organizing formation, every step was delayed as slowly as possible... The five-minute preparation time was suddenly delayed to a quarter of an hour.

Bo Lei, who was aware of this, could only endure it silently. His elite main force had just suffered a setback, and he still expected these people to act as a new force. He really couldn't be too tough.

When he realized that this group of people wanted to continue working hard, Borre couldn't wait any longer and could only order the cavalry to set off first. In any case, he had to force the enemy's artillery positions to cease fire first.

So the piercing bugle sounded in the billowing black smoke. The imperial cavalry, who had just escaped the artillery attack and recovered their mounts, had no time to rest. They picked up their carbines and sabers and formed an assault column to bypass the north city gate and head towards the west high ground. Come to kill.

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"The cavalry is coming——!"

Shouts of shock and anger exploded in the wilderness outside the west gate of Daocao Town. Julien, who was standing with a knife, flushed with excitement and turned to look at his subordinates behind him:

"They plan to bypass Strawtown and attack the artillery positions and the headquarters of Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach. They must not let the enemy succeed - the Fifth Infantry Regiment!"

"exist--!!!!"

"Use the company as a unit to form a hollow square formation, open the defense line, and the skirmishers line up outside the square formation to block the enemy with all their strength!"

"yes--!!!!"

Without any hesitation, the 5th Infantry Regiment of nearly 1,300 people quickly deployed. Hollow phalanxes with a distance of less than 20 meters from each other were deployed along the trench outside the city, opening a non-standard diagonal. line, preparing to block the rapidly approaching cavalry.

As the regiment leader, Julien directly sat in the phalanx farthest from the city wall and personally directed the battle.

He was actually feeling quite nervous at the moment. The Fifth Infantry Regiment had participated in the fewest battles in the entire army after arriving in the New World. It spent most of its time guarding the headquarters in Beluga Port. Julien himself was the only one among all the regiment commanders who had a higher ranking than Anson. Young and quite inexperienced.

Looking at the cavalry attacking from the front, the uncertain young regiment leader's right hand was clutching the handle of his sword and sweating. He was actually not sure whether he could stop the cavalry; even if he could, it was hard to say that a thousand infantrymen would do anything in front of a thousand cavalrymen. There are advantages to speak of.

Eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred... Julien, who was so nervous that his muscles were trembling, suddenly swung the blade: "Fire--!"

"Bang-bang-bang!!!!"

Starting from the outermost periphery, all the hollow phalanxes fired one after another, and thick white gunpowder smoke rose in front of the trench; dense lead bullets poured into the formation of the cavalry, and more than a dozen figures fell down in response.

The imperial cavalry who received the order obviously did not want to pay attention to this group of "fish that slipped through the net" at first. Even if they were covered by fire, they just pulled hard. The outermost cavalry did not even draw their guns to fight back.

But Julien soon made them aware of their resilience: sensing that the enemy was showing signs of avoiding battle, he immediately ordered the hollow phalanxes near the trenches to be re-arranged, forming two rows in the center of the road, and firing freely at the same time.

The meaning of this is obvious - if you are interested in being a target for one-sided beatings, then please do so, we don't mind anyway.

Seeing the enemy's enthusiasm, the cavalry commander was so angry that he immediately turned around. The cavalrymen in the outer row put away their sabers and drew their carbines from their saddles.

"Revolving shot—show some color to these infidels!"

Ice-cold roars sounded, and the fast-attacking cavalry suddenly dispersed into four teams, attacking the outermost hollow square formation of the 5th Infantry Regiment in a diagonal trapezoidal formation.

It happens to be where Julien is!

The nervous 5th Infantry Regiment refused the request of his subordinates to let him leave, and ordered the other units not to move. The most taboo for the cavalry in the battle was to have a scattered formation, as they would almost certainly be massacred unilaterally.

In the blink of an eye, the imperial cavalry were already in front of them, and the cold carbine muzzles sprayed out slender flames.

"boom--!!!!"

Both sides pulled the triggers almost at the same time, and thick white smoke obscured the field of vision, but Julien could still clearly see five or six fallen figures on his side, and the other side was also different.

Compared with the lack of emphasis on infantry, the empire's cavalry is almost always synonymous with elites; in addition to sabers, breastplates, and military uniforms, even the equipped carbines are self-contained instead of standard weapons.

One side is standing and shooting, the other is moving and firing, but the hit rate is almost the same...the difference in strength is so huge that it is scary.

However, the battle had just begun. The sound of horse hooves shaking the ground was like rolling thunder, tearing through the smoke and attacking the phalanx.

They were like lightning falling from the sky, killing without warning in front of the soldiers who were still loading ammunition in a hurry. They raised their hands and fired, leaving corpses with disbelief written on their faces and walked away.

The nearest cavalryman even rushed to a distance of less than ten meters before drawing his gun and firing, grazing the edge of the bayonet square and turning his horse's head without hesitation.

Just like...like a knight in armor from the Dark Ages, except that the action of thrusting out the spear was replaced by pulling the trigger.

The distance between the two sides was so close that they could even see each other's expressions clearly. The rushing horseshoes and the pressure caused by the cavalry charge made the soldiers forget to fight back and watched helplessly as their comrades beside them continued to fall.

In the blink of an eye, one-fifth of the figures around the phalanx had fallen to the ground - many of these people were veterans who had joined the Storm Legion since the time of Hantu.

Julien, who was clenching his teeth, kept giving orders to keep the soldiers around him calm. He personally raised a rifle and stood at the outer edge of the square formation. However, he didn't know if his luck was too good or too bad. Those carbines were almost never pointed at him. .

But even if such good luck continues, the Fifth Infantry Regiment cannot stop the endless repeated attacks from the opposite side... it is only a matter of time before it retreats.

At some point, the artillery fort on the west high ground had ceased fire. Julien, whose hands were trembling, suddenly felt cold... Of course he knew that the legion's artillery shells were not infinite and could not be sustained, but without the vitality cover, the third man stationed alone at the west gate The Fifth Infantry Regiment is at risk of being pushed flatly by the main force of the Jihad Army!

The commander of the cavalry regiment obviously noticed this change and decisively waved to the surroundings. More than a thousand cavalrymen turned their direction again, leaving behind the Fifth Infantry Regiment and a pile of corpses that were still guarding the place, and rushed westward.

Their mission was to deal with the artillery positions of the New World Legion, and there was no need to tangle with a group of dead people who were destined to be unable to escape.

Staring at the imperial cavalry who openly exposed his back to him, Julien, who was unwilling to do anything, stared helplessly, turned his head suddenly and shouted to his side: "Everyone is here - spread out the line, prepare to block the enemy." military!"

"Send a signal to the 3rd Infantry Regiment and the artillery position. The cavalry has already passed through the defense line and is approaching there. Tell them to pay attention!"

"The Skirmisher Company is prepared, and is always on guard against movements on the north side of the battlefield. If there are any abnormalities, report them at any time without delay!"

A series of orders were issued, and the Fifth Infantry Regiment, which had experienced the chaotic battle just now, began to change its formation nervously and orderly again, preparing to engage the enemy later.

The commander of the 5th Infantry Regiment, who had always had a high self-esteem, fell into deep self-blame at this time: because of his decision, dozens of soldiers sacrificed their lives, but the original goal was not achieved.

With such an incompetence, is he really qualified to continue to be the leader of the infantry regiment, responsible for the life and death of thousands of people, and fighting for the future of himself and all of them?

Julien sighed deeply.

He lowered his head and walked towards the wall, wanting to take a closer look at the battlefield before the enemy appeared, but was stopped by the adjutant who looked full of surprise:

"Captain, look quickly - it's reinforcements, reinforcements are coming!"

Reinforcements?

Julien was stunned and looked in the direction he pointed, his eyes full of confusion; he knew very well how many troops there were in this battle, and where there would be reinforcements.

Could it be that...the Battle of Beluga Port has ended, and Deputy Commander Fabian has arrived with the Grenadier Regiment?

He narrowed his eyes slightly with doubts, and finally saw the shadowy team in the distance among the smoke and dust raised by the cavalry. It was indeed advancing towards Strawtown, and it looked like...wait a minute!

Julien's eyes suddenly widened: "Then, couldn't that be the guard company?!"

"Guard Company?!"

The adjutant was also shocked - even if the guard company was elite enough and much larger than an ordinary company, it would only have two or three hundred people at most, but the enemy's cavalry already numbered in the thousands!

And since the Guard Company is here, does that mean Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach is also...

The two looked at each other, as if they had guessed what the other was thinking, but neither could believe it was true.

The cavalry commander of the Borei Corps was in a similar mood at this time... Looking at the infantry company that suddenly appeared in front of him, in addition to feeling baffled, he was also worried that the other party might be a trap responsible for luring the enemy and containing it. In fact, the surroundings Three or four infantry regiments were ambushed, and two to three thousand rifles were aimed at them from invisible places.

But he immediately realized that he was wrong. There were not two or three thousand, but only one rifle with the muzzle pointed at him, and it was fair and square.

"Five, four, three..."

The girl holding the licorice stick in her mouth held the rifle horizontally, grinning and counting down the numbers while staring at the opposite side with one eye. Although she could aim with both eyes open, she somehow felt that she would look more handsome with one closed.

"two……"

The captain of the cavalry suddenly shrank with excitement, like an antelope being stared at by a lion. He instantly noticed a grinning, innocent and cute girl holding a strange-looking rifle in the crowd opposite.

For some unknown reason, the cavalry captain, as a gifted person, subconsciously activated the power of his blood - the Storm Wall.

This is an ability that can roll up a hurricane around itself. In addition to knocking away enemies that are coming towards it, the violent storm can even form a radius of more than thirty meters around it after continuous training and strengthening, making it transparent to the point of being transparent. It can avoid obstacles that cannot be easily detected, and its strength can even block lead bullets fired by ordinary rifles.

It was precisely with the power of this blood that he had been able to avoid being affected by the parliamentary explosion in Straw Town's previous battle, and he had the upper hand in the battle against the Fifth Infantry Regiment. It was an extremely adaptable ability.

The only disadvantage may be that you have to predict threats in advance and cannot make temporary adjustments... plus you will not be able to feel "wet" for the rest of your life.

"one……"

The innocent Lisa bit off the licorice stick with a "click!", and the bullet screamed out of the gun chamber with the finger that pulled the trigger.

puff--

The cavalry commander looked confident, with a glint of blood coming out from the center of his forehead.