I Will Be The Crowned King

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A thick gray fog shrouded the dome of Clovis City. Although it was already daytime, the whole city was as dark as midnight, and there was no light at all; there were only ashes and bones in the dead streets, and the occasional rummaging among the bones. Meat scraps, hyenas wandering in groups of three or five.

"Boom-!!!!"

The bursting flames lit up the dark streets, and the figures who were struggling in the flames were also "lit up" - large swathes of lit buildings and the ruins of barricades were either ignited by fire or torn apart by shotgun shells. The thugs who were separated from flesh and blood, or the thugs who had their hands, feet and torso broken by solid bullets, collapsed to the ground and couldn’t stop crying.

Behind them, there are hundreds of thugs "companions" who fled in panic, still unwilling to give up their belongings;

In front of them were arrayed with guns, forming a layer upon layer of line infantry in old red and black uniforms, and four six-pounder infantry guns dragged by packhorses following the line.

"All preparations - the second round of calibration!"

Ludwig Franz, dressed in an official uniform with one hand behind his back, raised the bright silver command knife above his head and stood at the forefront of the line like a military flag, giving orders with a grim expression.

Following behind him, Guards Major Fabien, who was sent as a liaison officer and "guide", was pale, and his legs were trembling as he tried to stand up straight. Major General formed a stark contrast.

He could even feel the disdain that the young major general and the archbishop's own son always showed "inadvertently" when he looked at him... Major Fabien even regretted why he was being ordered by the commander of the Guards. Didn't you say no to the roll call?

Probably to earn enough capital around this "Savior of the Royal Capital" and make it easier to change jobs?

However, Major Fabien, who is dedicated to his work and cherishes his life, will never show such small emotions in front of the other party; although if he really knows what the archbishop's own son is thinking, he will not have this concern. .

After witnessing the riot in Clovis, Ludwig did not have any contempt for the officers of the Guards; on the contrary, these professional officers left him quite a deep impression, both in quality and disciplinary organization Dudu is much stronger than his own Thunder Fort levy.

He was just baffled as to why the Guards would be so "kind" to the rioting mob - only a few shelling and platoon fire, and even deterrent shouting before attacking.

What's the point, isn't it just a waste of time to threaten the opposite side and raise your hand to surrender?

Armed cavalry is a good choice, but why only equip cavalry with sabers and revolvers, no grenades or large-caliber shotguns?

Don't they know that the best way to deal with undisciplined and unorganized thugs is to charge with shrapnel and bayonets?

There are also molotov cocktails, fuel spray guns, and other trench warfare weapons, aren't they better in cities with narrow streets?

All these made the guards ineffective in fighting, and even the professional legion was beaten by thugs, which made Ludwig extremely confused; he could only attribute it to the fact that the guards were stationed in the capital all the year round, so the training and fighting methods were too old. Old and more afraid of death.

"Fire--!"

Accompanied by the falling bright silver saber, four six-pounder infantry guns roared at the fleeing thugs.

The deafening sound of the explosion rang through the entire street, and the barricades and ruins that blocked the line of infantry in the thick smoke instantly turned to dust; all the thugs who didn't have time to dodge were all smashed by the shells and the rubble of the building. Harvest life.

Almost at the same time as the gunfire faded out, the line infantrymen in the first row squatted down neatly, and the uniform Leiden rifles blasted the milky smoke of gunpowder towards the crowd; the panicked crowd kept falling down amid the orderly sound of gunfire. .

"Soldiers - bayonet!"

Looking at the thugs who had suffered heavy casualties and kept fleeing amid the sound of gunfire, Ludwig issued the last order, and the command knife in his hand swung down again like the executioner's beheading axe.

"Long live Clovis-!!!!"

A tidy cry broke out in the line, and the line infantry, with their rifles raised and their bayonets gleaming above them, charged the thugs like waves; Cut into buttery necks and chests.

The thugs who were finally unable to hold on under the repeated blows collapsed completely, and began to flee for their lives in the surrounding streets and narrow alleys in disorder; however, what they did not know was that the Legion's skirmishers and chasers had already been waiting nearby. , lead bullets and sabres are like hunting, hunting down all those who are alone in the smoke and fog.

Looking at the battle that ended in an instant, Major Fabien, who was standing behind Ludwig, paled even more.

This archbishop's own son... is not quelling the riots at all, but is using war to surround and suppress these almost unarmed thugs.

Of course, it must be admitted that this approach really works, especially in these extraordinary times.

In the cluttered streets, the line infantrymen who ended the battle began to clean up the battlefield - shot at the suspected corpse, or stabbed the corpse in the neck with a bayonet; the wandering chariots used sabres and revolvers to capture the prisoners. They were driven in a row against the wall, and then the ready skirmishers shot in row by row.

"Then the clearing of Frederickstraße, and all the surrounding neighborhoods, is over."

Looking at the gun smoke in the air and the gun flames that light up from time to time, Ludwig Franz nodded slightly and glanced behind him:

"Where's the next step?"

"It's Whitehall Street, Major General!"

Major Fabien replied quickly, quickly recalling all relevant memories in his mind:

"It was previously requisitioned by the security forces of Clovis Cathedral as a garrison and barracks. After the riots began, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach led the security forces to garrison the cathedral, and the barracks on Whitehall Street was also captured by a group of thugs. The fortress controlled by them!"

Fabien is very clear about his position in front of the archbishop's own son - Ludwig doesn't need any experienced "elders" and "seniors" to provide advice, all he needs is someone who can help him understand the general situation. Just a guide.

"Anson Bach..."

Ludwig, who was muttering to himself, suddenly revealed an unidentified meaning: "How is he now?"

"It's not very clear, but it is said that the riot near the cathedral has ended." Fabian settled for a moment and replied vaguely:

"The Guard has not received further information from the cathedral, so Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach should not be injured."

As one of the persons in charge of the investigation and tracking of the "Steel Sky Suspect", Fabien certainly knew about the relationship between Ludwig and Ansen Bach, and he deliberately mentioned this matter:

"It's not far from the cathedral, do you want to send someone to ask?"

"No, I'm sure he's fine."

Ludwig waved his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his stern face: "If even the imperial people of Thundercastle can't kill him, then there is no reason for him to die in the hands of a group of thugs who can't fight!"

"Roman, what do you think?"

Looking at Major General Ludwig's gaze, the expressionless Lieutenant Colonel Roman just nodded slightly:

"You are right, Major General; Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach...is a man who can come back from the dead and always amaze those around him."

"Surprise is real, and coming back from the dead is too exaggerated."

Ludwig shook his head, not taking Lieutenant Colonel Roman's "joke" seriously: "How long will it take for the soldiers to clean the battlefield?"

"Fifteen minutes, Major General."

"Then ten minutes, and try to take down the barracks on Whitehall Street before eleven!"

"Yes!"

Amid the smoke of guns and the roaring footsteps of the cavalry, the 8,000-strong Thunder Fort levy began to march to the next block.

The rioters, robbers, infidels and deserters who poured into the inner city during the whole riot totaled more than 100,000; but as the riots intensified, they also made the mistakes of the original Guards - very evenly dispersed to every neighborhood.

And as the mad believers who besieged the cathedral broke away, the thugs who surrounded the Osteria Palace and the royal family reached an agreement with the Privy Council.

Not only do these people have no discipline at all, but there is no so-called unity, and even because of the uneven distribution of loot when looting property, they have launched hundreds of wars with each other, and have not waited for the Guards and the levies to start. , in the fratricidal killing countless casualties.

In the face of such a group of enemies with no intention to fight, Ludwig, who led the levy, centered on the Central West Railway Station and Osteria Palace in the capital, almost destroying the thugs block by block.

He did not leave any troops for garrisoning or maintaining law and order in the cleared streets, and even deliberately condoned a small number of thugs to flee to the cleared areas, and then mobilized the entire army in regiments to attack the central area where the thugs fled.

All day and night, the inner city of the royal capital, which was still prosperous during the war, fell into a purgatory of artillery fire and blood pools. For the first time, many people saw the terrifying power that the poor people living in the outer city were living in. , and how important it is to have an army strong enough to protect everyone and suppress this terror.

On March 2, at 20:37, under the command of Ludwig Franz, the Levy of Thunderburg successfully recaptured the Old Wall Street.

In a seemingly perfect way, the violent riot that lasted for nearly a week has temporarily ended here.

But for many, the storm is far from over.

………………

"Invitation?"

In the ward filled with the smell of disinfectant, Anson, who was sitting on the hospital bed, held up a card and looked at Sierra Virgil who was sitting beside his bed with a puzzled face.

"That's right."

The female judge nodded slightly and added expressionlessly, "It's a very precious invitation."

precious? How precious an invitation can be... Anson looked at the card in his hand with a blank expression: the light white cardboard exudes a faint fragrance; the edge of the letter is decorated with a very imperial golden iris, and it is not a printed pattern , but really sewn with gold thread.

Opening the card, a string of elegant characters came into the eyes. If you look closely, you can find that the handwriting is shining, and most of them are sprinkled with silver powder on the card.

Well, at least it's definitely not cheap. The value of the letter alone will not be less than 60 gold coins... An Sen, who was silently complaining in his heart, focused his attention on the content of the "invitation card":

"Incomparably distinguished guest, the Rune family hereby sincerely invites you to a private luncheon held at Lund Manor on March 7th, 100th year of the saint's calendar at twelve noon. We look forward to your visit."

The Rune family... Anson has a bit of an impression of this surname. It is a family that is older than the Austerian royal family-although almost all the ancient families are older than the newly emerging Austeria a few hundred years ago. The royal family is older.

"But what does this have to do with Black Mage?"

When Anson just woke up and heard "The Black Mage is dead" from Cole Dorian, Serra Virgil gave him a meaningful look, obviously not unrelated to this matter.

"It's a big relationship." The female judge whispered:

"Remember that idiot Cole told you that no second spellcaster entered the Cathedral and the Chamber of Secrets other than the Black Mage and Bron?"

"Remember, he said...you told him."

Sierra Virgil nodded: "I lied."

"There was a third spellcaster in Clovis Cathedral at the time, and if I'm not mistaken, she's...a blasphemous mage too."

"what?!"

This time Anson was really surprised.

One Mace Hornard nearly turned the whole of Clovis upside down, and now she's telling herself...one more? !

Could it be that the book "Research on the Three Old Gods" is a lie, and that blaspheming mages is not rare at all, or is it that the entire city of Clovis is actually the underground base of the Old Gods? !

"You seemed surprised when Cole said the Black Mage was dead." Sierra Virgil continued:

"I guess you didn't kill him outright, did you?"

"You mean the blasphemous mage who killed Mace Hornard...is the Rune family?"

"It is very possible that even the disappearance of Lisa may also be related to her." The female judge whispered:

"Otherwise, if she just kills the black mage, she will not give me this invitation specially, and entrust me to give it to you."

"Have you seen her?!"

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sierra Virgil said calmly: "But she obviously knew that I was a black mage and gave it to me by reading my mind. "

The unbelievable An Sen desperately suppressed his complicated mood. After a few seconds of silence, he said solemnly:

"Lund Manor on this letter...where?"

"I don't know, the Rune family is the oldest wealthy family in the Clovis Kingdom, but it is quite low-key, and only a few wealthy nobles have access to them."

Sierra Virgil looked at Anson and said in a calm tone:

"But I know there's someone who might be able to help you."