I will be crowned king

"Cough cough cough cough... Puff cough cough... This, this is what you thought of, the brilliant plan to repel the Judgment Knights?!"

Carl Bain was dragged out of the pit by Julien and several soldiers. The disgraced chief of staff had not even recovered from the explosion, and his eyes instantly locked on a certain culprit: "In the ammunition depot Playing with fire, filling the barrel with explosives and blowing up the enemy and your own people into the sky?!"

"I did not do it on purpose!"

Julien's expression was quite innocent: "I didn't know that the remaining ammunition depots could still have such power - I originally thought they were the most, the most, the most..."

"At most, we and the enemy will die together?!"

Even though he had a splitting headache, Karl still insisted on rolling his eyes. Now his eyes were dimming and brightening, and it seemed that there was a choir living in each of his left and right ear holes. The lead tenor was showing off his singing voice, and everything in his nose, mouth, and throat was full of energy. It was the smell of sand mixed with burnt firewood, and every bone in his body was groaning and wailing.

When he regained consciousness a little, the scene in front of him almost made him faint again: the protective wall on one side of the fort and part of the mountain collapsed completely, the ammunition depot evaporated; the city gate and several towers in the front were turned into rubble. Pile... To put it more vividly, a quarter of the entire headquarters has disappeared!

This is not even the worst part... Almost all the buildings in the outer protective strongholds have cracked and collapsed. Moreover, you must know that the headquarters is built on high ground, quite a distance from the town. The infrastructure of such a remote building must be independent. , especially the water supply and sewer system, it is impossible not to be affected by such a violent explosion...

Well, Karl can already vaguely smell it.

"It's over, it's all over... Even if we have defeated the Judgment Knights now, what will we do if another Holy War army comes over to attack? Is it too late to dig trenches now?"

Karl, who was about to cry without tears, sat on the ground with a dejected face. Next to him stood Julien, who didn't know whether he should be grateful or proud, and a group of Storm Legion soldiers who lamented that they almost didn't survive.

However, the chief of staff in this state did not last long. After shaking his head and giving himself two slaps to wake him up, he quickly returned to his normal state: "Why are you still standing here? Why don't you clean up the surrounding area quickly and find a way to pile up some This is a temporary fortification, otherwise when the enemy comes, are you going to catch bullets with your heads?!"

"Ah...oh, yes!"

The confused soldiers were scolded and kicked by Karl and rushed to dig holes and fill the soil. The rest took advantage of the enemy's retreat and the window period before the next round of attack to clean up the battlefield and reorganize their organization. By the way, they collected some Nothing works.

Holding a repeating rifle picked up from the rubble, the artillery battalion commander Jaroshenko sat next to the wreckage near the center of the explosion and stayed in place.

Karl's eyes immediately lit up when he saw what was in his arms as he was passing by, but he soon noticed that the barrel of the gun had been bent. He felt regretful and curious at the same time: "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, it's nothing, just pure curiosity."

"curious?"

"Yes, look over there." Jaroshenko raised his finger and pointed to the location of the original ammunition depot: "This is not something that can be achieved by more than a dozen boxes of propellant. Even a 68-pound carronade can't hit it. produce this effect.”

"So, what did the people from the Jihad Army put in the headquarters?"

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"What, the ammunition reserves of the Knights of Judgment?!"

The stunned Philus couldn't help but lost his voice and could no longer maintain his previous composure: "You put the ammunition reserves shipped by the Judgment Knights in the ammunition depot of the Beluga Port Headquarters?!"

"No, you and the headquarters jointly decided to temporarily place the precious ammunition reserves of the Judgment Knights at the Beluga Port headquarters for temporary safekeeping." Ludwig wrote lightly:

"At that time, the riots in the town of Beluga Port had spread to the port, and many middle- and low-level officers within the Jihad Army were involved. In order to prevent these powerful weapons from becoming a tool for thugs to destroy and seize the colony, the high command issued Here comes the order to transfer a batch of arms."

"Considering that there was no absolute safety on board the ships at that time, and even more so on the farms outside the town, after many suggestions and considerations, the headquarters sent a large number of them, including twelve eight-pound guns, to When we arrived at the Beluga Port Headquarters, we also nailed the cannons to the forts to prevent theft and smuggling - so there had been a lot of arms smuggling within the Jihadist Army before."

"So what I did was just execute orders and provide suggestions. I also gave other plans, but they were not adopted." Ludwig looked at Philes' eyes that were no longer calm:

"The one who really gave the order was you and the Holy War Command."

Philus's face immediately turned ugly.

The atmosphere in the small basement suddenly became chilly, but Ludwig remained as usual, and even felt a little happy in his heart - he had long been unhappy with the fake smile on the Judgment Knight's face, which was simply like Bianson's always confident expression. Also annoying.

"Even if this is the case, how did the colonial rebels discover it in such a short period of time?"

It seemed that he couldn't control the anger in his heart. Felus, who was trying to remain calm, still stared at Ludwig, trying to find any flaws in him: "I should have warned you again and again that you must ensure that it is secretive and safe enough." ——Do you think the current situation can meet these two requirements?"

"On this issue, I think there may be other possibilities."

Before Ludwig could speak, Pavel Dukaski stood up on the side: "The colonial rebels may not know the location of those weapons, but they accidentally detonated the cannonballs and propellants stored outside. ammunition depot, indirectly detonating those hidden… secret weapons.”

"Otherwise, if it were me, I would definitely line up these weapons to resist the siege of the jihadist army, rather than turn them into a huge bunch of fireworks, as we saw."

Philus did not respond, and the other members of the "Collegial Thirteen" also remained silent and remained neutral, making Pavel, who was talking to himself, look a little embarrassed.

"Of course, there is another possibility, that is, there is a traitor within the Jihadist Army." Pavel, who chuckled lightly, was completely unfazed:

"Considering that most of the defenders stationed at the headquarters were captured by the colonial rebels, it doesn't seem particularly puzzling that one or two soldiers who were involved in transporting and protecting the ammunition depot betrayed the Ring of Order. "

"Ah, speaking of it, the Jihadi Army sent to defend the White Whale Port Headquarters seems to be under the command of Sir Ferrers..."

"Marquis Pavel!"

Sir Philus decisively intercepted and forced a smile on his face as he stepped forward quickly: "In your current state, it is really impossible for people to believe that you came from a famous military family in the southern part of the empire."

His meaning is very clear: the wealthy families in the southern part of the empire are all closely related to the Holy See. Why do you, a dignified Marquis of the Palace, form a united front with the wealthy families of Clovis?

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean." Pavel also said with a smile: "In comparison, our Grand Duchy of Brahm is actually closer to the east of the empire; and seriously speaking, the ancestors of the Dukaski family But the immigrant clans from the east might be closer to Clovis’ Osteria.”

"And in fact, many people misunderstand us Brahms. We love food more than war. The power of the Wolf Fire Knight is not only reflected in damage and destruction, but also the power of warmth and happiness."

Facing Philus' disbelieving look, he suddenly looked at Ludwig next to him: "If you have the opportunity, welcome the Franz family to Brahm as a guest and taste the local specialty roast beef and cider."

The heir to the Franz family could only nod in thanks, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Under such a harmonious scene, Philus gritted his teeth silently.

"None of this is critical. The most important thing right now is to evacuate the Jihadi Army from the frontal battlefield, regroup outside the town, wait for reinforcements to arrive, and surround the colonial rebels on both sides." Ludwig said again:

"The problem now is that Clovis's Jihadi Army has basically withdrawn from the battle, but Sir Fernando's army and Sir Arthur Herred are almost completely surrounded by the enemy. If they cannot break through the gap as soon as possible, there is a risk of destruction at any time. "

"Then what advice do you have? You might as well share it with everyone... If it makes sense, maybe the commander-in-chief will directly adopt it?"

Fernando's expression was equally ugly, and he stared at Ludwig with a gloomy look, but he did not push back as bluntly as before.

There was nothing he could do. Who knew that it was his own legion that was besieged now and not someone else's legion? If he was unlucky and the whole army was wiped out in the end, he had no way to explain it to His Majesty the Emperor.

"I have two suggestions, but to be honest, you should not be able to accept either of them." Ludwig said expressionlessly: "So you might as well exclude me directly and discuss it directly with the commander-in-chief."

"Of course I know this, but I still want to hear your opinion." Fernando didn't intend to let him go: "Please feel free to speak. No matter what you say, I promise not to refute it immediately."

"really?"

"I swear in the name of Hered, if I don't keep my promise, I will not be able to rest in peace in the tomb of my ancestors." Fernando pressed his right hand hard on his chest: "Is this okay?"

"Okay!" Ludwig nodded slightly: "My suggestion is also very simple - the Judgment Knights have already withdrawn. If they can set off immediately and rely on the land cruisers driven by the steam core, they should be able to rebel in the colonies. A gap was opened outside the army's encirclement net."

"Of course there are certain risks in doing so, and we are not able to suppress the rebel artillery positions for the time being. The worst-case scenario is that the entire battle is a trap deliberately arranged by the opponent, and the purpose is to completely destroy the Land Cruiser of the Judgment Knights, not His Excellency Fernando’s Legion.”

"If it were me, I would definitely do this...Compared to soldiers, the invulnerable Land Cruiser is obviously a greater threat, especially in terms of morale...As long as there is a chance, I will definitely eradicate it as soon as possible at all costs, and bring the battle to the original level. within the scope of understanding.”

Everyone nodded... Although many people doubted whether the leader of the Clovis Holy War in front of them was colluding with the opponent, this analysis did make sense.

"What about the second one?"

"Second, let your legions surrender to the rebels immediately."

"Oh...huh?!"

Fernando, whose expression suddenly changed, stood up and glared at Ludwig murderously: "Say it again!"

"Your Excellency's goal is to protect the entire legion and prevent it from being annihilated by the colonial rebels due to siege. Am I right?" Ludwig said loudly:

"Based on the current situation, it is obviously unrealistic to expect the entire Crusade Army to mobilize to open a gap for your legion to help break through; not to mention that Sir Arthur Herred is about to be bitten by the opponent in order to rescue him. This Under such circumstances, taking the initiative to surrender while the organization is still intact and the strength is strong is not a particularly bad choice."

"After all, no matter how ruthless, despicable and vicious the opponent is, they still have to consider that they are still at a disadvantage and disadvantage; if the final result is that the entire army is annihilated and the Jihadist prisoners of war are tortured and killed, the end will be irreversible."

"So, what's wrong with taking this opportunity to surrender? Do you have to wait until you are killed to pieces by the opponent and your organization is cancelled?"

Fernando was at a loss for words, but he was so angry that he couldn't think of any words to refute, and coupled with the oath he had just sworn, he could only freeze in place in embarrassment.

Ludwig's expression was normal. He was actually deliberately irritating the other party - Fernando's Holy War Army was directly under the emperor's command. If the entire army was annihilated in the New World, it would definitely be the best outcome for Clovis.

Of course, the reverse is also true... Turning all the latest secret weapons developed by the Holy See into scrap metal can also suppress the arrogance of the Holy See, lest they continue to try to interfere with the secular world and extend their hands to the kingdoms of the ordered world.

Looking at Sir Fellers and Fernando Herred who were in a dilemma, Ludwig couldn't help but be dragged to the side of the colonial rebels - to be more precise, the Storm Legion.

He can now roughly guess Anson Bach's plan...use the White Whale Port headquarters to distract the Jihadi Army, and then seize the actual counterattack to completely surround one of the Jihadi Army, severely damage or even annihilate it. This will not only improve morale, but also Cause effective damage to the Jihadi Army in exchange for advantages in the next stage.

But this plan has a very fatal flaw, that is, the overall quality of the colonial rebels is not very good - to surround more than 20,000 jihadists, more than 40,000 rebels are still insufficient, not to mention that most of them are of low quality and only have one voice. A passionate colonial militia; it is not impossible for the imperial knights to seize the weak link and force a breakout.

In this case, where did Anson Bach's confidence come from?