I Will Be The Crowned King

"...On October 20, 1999 of the Saint Calendar, during a patrol organized by the commander of the southern fortress, I, a kid from the countryside of Clovis, saw the appearance of Dawn Bingfeng for the first time in my life.

This is really a magnificent and indescribable mountain. If I were to describe it, it would be like a wall, a wall that would make people feel hopeless and almost insurmountable!

According to the textbook, where is the Dawn Ice Peak a wall, it is simply a high tower, a tower nearly 5,000 meters high; and the Dawn Mountains that extend east-west with it as the main body, almost every peak has an average of at least 3,000 meters. meters above the height.

The entire mountain range is like a barrier against which these towering towers stand, dividing the fertile plains of the vast plains from the kingdoms of the Old World, with only a handful of pass roads and seaports connecting each other; of the fortress.

If you don't want to pass through these roads, you can only follow the trails between the mountains and forcibly climb the mountains that are covered with ice and snow all the year round; but that is almost death-like behavior, and I can't imagine anyone doing this.

'Have been. ' Major William, the Home Secretary, said to me.

'In the era of the great sectarian schism, there was indeed such a small group of Clovis troops. In order to break through the siege of the Church of Order and its allies, they crossed the snow-capped mountains in March when the ice and snow had not yet melted, and unexpectedly raided the enemy's rear. He captured the enemy's castle and took the lord's daughter as his wife. ’

'The leader of that army is Edward Bach, your ancestor, Anson. ’

Major William laughed and said that with such crazy blood flowing in my veins, maybe one day I will do something more exaggerated than my ancestors.

I am deeply skeptical of this, because I have never heard of such an ancestor.

I found out later that Major William had said that to almost every cadet he liked, and every time the protagonist was named Edward, only the last name was different..."

Looking at the precipitous ice peaks under his feet, Lieutenant Colonel of the Clovis Kingdom Army, Deputy Commander of the Southern Corps, Anson Bach, sighed, and stuffed the diary with bullet holes from under the scarf back to the inside of the coat; The Horned Beast King flag was planted in the deep snow, and the hunting sound was blown by the howling mountain wind.

Behind him, a cold, hungry, and exhausted army was camping on the leeward side of the hill; tents were pitched crookedly, and various supplies were scattered on the ground; They gathered around the bonfire with their guns in their hands. Not only were they not beaten or scolded, but even their respective officers came to borrow the fire and smoked the few cigarettes left on their bodies.

Everyone's faces were full of exhaustion. In addition to waiting for the meal, they were so hungry that they didn't even want to talk to the people next to them-because it would waste their energy.

The captains and guides of several skirmish companies were surrounding Adjutant Carl Bain, arguing and drawing on the only map he had at hand; the little secretary, wrapped head to toe in blankets and coats, was turned into a dumpling. With two dark circles under his eyes, the officer sat shivering by the brazier and sorted out the list of supplies.

Only Lisa still maintains a vigorous vitality, wearing only a military coat from head to toe, jumping up and down like she has endless energy; she has never been to a snow-capped mountain before, and the towering dawn ice peak is for her It's like another world, filled with countless novelties every moment.

But except for her, the whole army's attitude towards the magnificent Chenxi Bingfeng has long since changed from initial amazement to disgust, hatred and hatred.

Because this "climbing and outing trip" is really too hard and long.

In order to avoid Eagle Point City, which was controlled by the Iser spirit, and to assist and cover the main siege of the southern army; Anson had to detour behind the enemy and force his army to cross the snow-capped mountains from the mountain path.

This obviously uncomfortable marching route, Anson was fully prepared before departure.

Mountaineering is an extremely physical and skillful sport; for ordinary soldiers who have never climbed a mountain, it would be suicidal to let them climb a mountain several thousand meters high.

Therefore, Ansen distributed more than 100 experienced skirmishers to each company to serve as "instructors". At the same time, referring to the "advanced experience" of "former Ansen" when he was an intern in the southern fortress, he first conducted a week-long exercise in the hilly area at the foot of the mountain. It was not until the vast majority of soldiers got used to it that they officially announced the move.

In addition, the army travels long distances in difficult environments. Of course, the most important thing is to ensure the transportation of materials; the rugged mountain road is destined to be impossible for soldiers to carry a large amount of equipment and materials, so they must have enough livestock; snow-capped mountains also need warm clothes and climbing. tools, and carry a lot of fuel and more food, all of which take up capacity.

In order to ensure that he brought some more supplies, he directly left twelve artillery pieces and a large number of shells, lead bullets and some grenades in the warehouse of the town at the foot of the mountain, leaving only one howitzer and two six-pounder guns in the whole army.

In this way, the transport capacity of more than 2,000 people was ensured in the end. According to the most pessimistic forecast of the young secretary, the materials they carried were probably enough to consume for one to two months, and they would be able to cross the snow-capped mountains in four to five days at most.

But now it seems that he is not pessimistic enough.

The first is the road—although hundreds of years of intensive exploration by smugglers have led to the discovery of several trails in the snow-capped mountains that allow people and livestock to pass; but no matter how large the smuggling group is, there are only a few hundred people in the sky. The road they took was simply not enough for more than 2,000 heavily armed soldiers to pass smoothly.

The collapse of the road and the deformation of the landform are all trivial things. The real trouble is that there is no area where the entire army can camp safely. In addition, the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, frostbite, colds, stomach problems, foot sores... all kinds of patients every day Yes, there are only a few military doctors who are too busy to touch the ground every day, and there is not much medicine left.

After nearly ten days of tossing around, An Sen doesn't even bother about soldiers falling behind and disappearing, because the entire army is about to get lost!

It is completely different from the plains with markers, or the oceans with stars or the direction of the sun and the moon. The rugged snow-capped mountains and terrains are almost the same every day, and they are changing all the time; and in March and April when the ice and snow melt, the top of the Dawn Mountains is still there. The wind and snow were whistling, and the sun was dark.

The so-called map has become a reference and decoration, and even the most experienced old smugglers can only rely on luck. There is no absolutely safe and foolproof way - otherwise, why smuggle.

Under such circumstances, everyone must rack their brains and do everything possible to survive; the most dangerous environment is also squeezing everyone's potential to the greatest extent possible.

For Anson, it was he who found a new way to combine spell magic and "power".

Among the three major magics, although conjurers have the strongest and most variable spellcasting abilities, they are limited by their range; they can only distort and transform the environment within a radius of 15 to 20 meters centered on themselves, beyond the range. must fail.

But for spellcasters who have reached the third or higher stage and have truly mastered the essence of incantation, it is not difficult to solve this limitation; because the range of spellcasting is only a matter of volume, and under the premise that the volume remains unchanged, range can be changed.

After many attempts, Anson gradually became able to turn the original spherical casting range into a cone with a height of about 50 meters. With the help of his ability, he placed the "viewing angle" of the picture in his mind at the apex of the cone. Location.

The advantage of this is that he can see a large area intuitively, but the disadvantage is that it is equivalent to standing at an altitude of fifty meters and looking down, and the picture he sees is far less clear than before; and the angle of view is also fixed. , can only move with body movement.

This change made Anson really excited for a while. On the third day of climbing the snowy mountain, he began to carry the blood-colored unicorn king flag and lead the way for everyone at the forefront of the entire army.

Among the more than 2,000 people in the entire army, only 800 of them belong to the "family" of An Sen's "Storm Regiment". It's not bad for An Sen to make them from homeless vagabonds to soldiers who can eat and get paid. grateful.

Many of the main force of the other 1,200 people have never even heard of him, not to mention loyalty, most of them are actually assigned to this hapless deputy commander, forced to climb the snowy mountain helplessly. The matter is full of complaints.

Relying on this tactical radar-like "ability", Anson, who led the army before and after to escape several avalanches and mountain collapses, plus walking on foot by leading by example, evenly distributing food and fuel, finally established a certain amount in the army. prestige.

In other words, he hasn't been shot by a resentful soldier yet... An Sen, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, couldn't help but let out a wry smile, which was also mixed with a little comfort.

Because this nightmarish day is finally coming to an end!

After taking twice as long as the original plan, the army finally bypassed the last mountain peak, crossed the Dawn Mountain Range almost straight, and began to advance on the road down the mountain.

"How is the situation, can you determine the general direction?"

Looking at Carl Bain walking towards him behind him, Anson forced a smile on his frozen face.

"It's okay, but there are a few landmarks that don't match up...but that's not a problem."

Carl, who was desperately wrapped in his coat, was sniffing, and his hoarse voice was followed by an extremely tired face: "I talked with a few skirmish commanders in charge of reconnaissance, the road is basically correct, continue along this road. Moving forward, we can traverse the Dawn Mountains and enter the Plains of Hantu - it's not easy!"

"Yeah, it's not easy." Anson nodded deeply:

"Have you found any traces of enemy patrols? I heard from the guide that smuggling investigations have become more and more strict in recent years."

"I sent skirmishers to search, and found no signs of patrolling soldiers passing by." Carl shrugged his shoulders:

"Probably because of the outbreak of the war, the army was concentrated in the barracks and fortresses, so there was no time to pay attention to the smugglers running around in the mountains, right?"

"What's more important is that they probably never imagined that there would be such a group of desperate lunatics who would climb over the snow-capped mountains in winter, just to sneak around and attack a fortress that could probably be captured without a sneak attack."

The complaining adjutant couldn't help complaining: "Seriously, the more I think about it, the more strange it is, what is the meaning of this army order? We only have more than 2,000 people, and it is impossible for the enemy to stop even if reinforcements are needed. Stay, but if there are no reinforcements...why are we still working so hard?"

"Of course I believe that I can create miracles!" An Sen raised the corners of his mouth, and when he was finally relieved, he couldn't help joking:

"Don't you want to be my adjutant because you believe in my ability and plan?"

"No, it's purely because you gave too much, plus a moment of brain heat." Carl Bain shook his head decisively:

"I will never make this mistake of actively seeking death in the future!"

"Don't say that, we're not here to kill, we're here to make a fortune!" Anson smiled and patted the depressed Carl's shoulder:

"Eagle Horn City is not the kind of countryside like Thundercastle... I asked Allen to check it. Every year, the tolls taken by the Iser elves from this city start at ten thousand; The spoils that have been distributed are enough to buy a manor with two thousand acres of land in the countryside!"

"Speaking of which, how far is it from Eagle Point City?"

"It's very close."

Carl responded casually. The army captain, who has been on the road of bad luck all the year round, obviously didn't take Anson's "making a fortune" seriously:

"In fact, if the sky is clear now, you should be able to see the outline of Eagle Point City from here."

"Oh?"

Surprised Anson raised his head and looked in the direction Carl pointed.

Almost at the same time, the whistling blizzard suddenly stopped, and even the dark clouds covering the entire dome dissipated unknowingly.

The bright morning sun ripped apart the clouds and mist, and shone on the earth with soft and warm light.

On the bumpy mountain road, the soldiers who finally saw the sun let out waves of cheers, and smiles returned to everyone's faces again.

Besides Anson...and Carl.

"I said... Eagle Point City you mean... where is it?"

On the towering cliff, looking at the vast expanse of land, An Sen asked in a daze.

"This..." Carl, who was still pointing straight ahead with confidence, immediately frowned~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and his expression became hesitant:

"It should be in that direction. Could it be... ah, maybe it was blocked by some mountain?"

"Well, it may be possible." Anson nodded again and again.

Just as the expressionless two were singing and reconciling, Lisa, who ran to the back at some point, suddenly ran back, waving a small flag as she ran, holding a monocular in her hand, excited. There was no fatigue on the face at all.

"Anson, Anson! I saw a castle at the back of the mountain that was many times bigger than Thundercastle. They all said that it was Eaglehorn City!"

behind the mountain...

The two who followed the voice looked back in tacit understanding, and watched Lisa dancing in the snow.

Anson's gaze involuntarily turned to Carl:

"You said... Could we be accidentally..."

"Going backwards?"