I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment he saw the Ring of Rune, the expression of the elf ambassador was like that of the former Grand Duke Thun, from surprise to sudden realization.

After a moment of silence, the frightened ambassador Matthias slowly opened his mouth and said:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"No, the point is not what we want to do." Anson's expression was extremely serious:

"What's important is the Thirteenth Council... Which step are you going to take?"

The elf ambassador was slightly startled, and just as he was about to speak, An Sen interjected again:

"If I'm not mistaken, this Iser-Clowe war should also be what you need."

"In order to open up the situation as soon as possible, Clovis will definitely target Eagle Point City and use all his strength to capture this key fortress that controls the north-south main road; and of course Iser can't hand over such an important level. If we give in, we will naturally pour out the most elite troops and desperate reinforcements."

"The Imperial Guard Corps... They represent not only the strategic policy of the Iser royal family and the empire in recent years, but also the Iser royal family, which recklessly promotes the belief in the Ring of Order, and is the core force to maintain its rule."

"Once this force and the rest of the troops supporting the Ring of Order belief and supporting the royal family are continuously sent to Eaglehorn City, there will be a brief power vacuum in the country of the Elven Kingdom of Iser."

"Everyone, the noble Thirteen Council, can take the opportunity to control the power of the kingdom; suppress the Church of Order and the royal family, and restore the tradition of the Elven Kingdom of Iser... Right?"

The elf ambassador's expression changed in shock, but he did not speak.

Anson's mouth showed a flash of irony, and then he sighed regretfully:

"Eagle Horn City, which seems to be solid, is so fragile in the face of double attack that we are surprised by the Clovis; as for the Imperial Guard Corps... the posture of the empire is empty, but in fact it is completely vulnerable!"

"By the way, I can tell you one more thing, the commander-in-chief of the Guards, Louis Bernard, was my defeated general before; occupying the well-supplied Thunder Fort, facing the siege army of more than twice, he did not even Last for a month!"

"And you... Your Excellency Ambassador Mathias, I can probably guess the purpose of your trip." Anson changed his words:

"Nominally, on behalf of the Elf King Iser, you united the Seven Cities Alliance to attack Clovis; but according to the information I got from the Grand Duke Thun, it seems that you don't really want the Seven Cities Alliance to be mobilized immediately."

"Because if there are really 150,000 troops... no! As long as another 20,000 to 30,000 people appear on the battlefield of Eagle Point City, the situation will be reversed immediately. Even if Clovis hopes to capture Eagle Point City again, he will not do it for a single The fortress lost a full army."

"Your original plan should be to delay for a while, until the Eagle Horn City defenders and the Imperial Guard Corps are almost exhausted, and the Thirteenth Council will control the Regency of the Elven Kingdom of Iser; then the Seven Cities Alliance will enter the battlefield. time."

"The Seven Cities Alliance and the Elven Kingdom of Iser, as long as the armies of both sides can reach 100,000, Clovis, who is still facing the invasion of the empire, cannot stop the enemy on both sides; then Iser will be able to end the war with dignity, and Prove with 'facts' that tradition is the true power of the Ysir."

"It's a pity... things didn't go the way you expected."

Ambassador Matthias snorted coldly and pretended not to care: "This is all just your guess."

"But it doesn't affect our cooperation, does it?" Anson smiled and took over:

"On Clovis and Iser, we are enemies; but on another level, we are friends; as friends, we are happy to lend a helping hand to our friends in the Thirteenth Council when they need help. "

"For example... to hold back the main force of Iser Elf on the frontal battlefield, maintain an offensive posture, and buy more time for you."

"Why?" Ambassador Matthias squinted his eyes, with panic and distrust in his expression:

"What's in it for you—I know something about Clovis' followers of… True God, but don't remember you being so helpful."

"But we also know the truth of the dead lips." Anson's tone became more and more solemn:

"Think about it, what will happen once the Church of Order continues to expand in Iser, and even completely takes over the royal family and completely controls the regime. Where can there be a place for us in this ancient elf kingdom?"

"This is impossible!" Ambassador Matthias immediately retorted:

"The second public order meeting in the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar made it very clear that the church has no right to interfere in secular politics!"

"Then how do you think my immediate boss, Ludwig Franz, became the commander of the legion?" Anson sneered:

"It's all based on personal strength, has nothing to do with his father, Archbishop Clovis?"

The elf ambassador was speechless.

"As long as possible, the church is expanding their sphere of influence all the time." Anson's expression became serious little by little:

"Clowe's reason for starting the war is that the ambassador sent by Iser to the capital is a spellcaster, which has already given the church a reason to intervene; if it goes further, even your identity is exposed?"

"What if the Elf King Yisel saw that the battle was lost and he was about to be seized by the Thirteenth Council, and he took the initiative to ask the church to intervene in mediation?"

"Do you think the Church of Order can really stand by and completely abide by the decision of the second public order meeting and not intervene in secular power disputes?!"

Ambassador Mathias was shocked.

As an upper-class pure-blood elf noble, of course he knows better than Anson how fast the Church of Order has expanded in Iser in the past few decades; but self-control has always regarded these as the royal family's means of suppressing traditional aristocrats. In retrospect, Only then did he realize how terrifying the influence the church has in Iser.

If the church really intervenes in war mediation and uses this as a coercion to intervene in Iser's internal affairs, then...

"We must cooperate, Your Excellency Ambassador."

Anson stared at his suspicious eyes: "For the country we are loyal to each other, there is a bigger plan - the Rune family, I sincerely hope that the Thirteenth Council can get everything that belongs to them."

"So as long as you are willing to accept my proposal, not only will Bull Mathias be safe and sound, but the tens of thousands of Iser elves in White Tower City can also be handed over to the Thirteenth Council and become another trump card in your hands—— If there is anything else that needs help, please feel free to ask."

"Remember, you are not alone."

"All like-minded believers of true God in the world are not fighting alone."

The voice fell, and An Sen, who had a serious expression, took two steps back and stopped speaking.

Ambassador Matthias wanted to say something, when he heard footsteps behind him; Grand Duke Claude François and Count Brand had also finished their conversation and were walking towards this side.

Archduke Thun, who was walking in front, had a heavy expression on his face, holding the knife handle at his waist tightly, but his frowning brows were loosened; Count Brand, who followed closely behind, had a lonely expression, and his squinted eyes sparkled with inner hope. struggle.

"gone back!"

Archduke Thun, who threw down these words, didn't even give An Sen a second glance, and walked towards the guards who were waiting anxiously not far away.

There is no need to say more, the attitude of the other party has proved everything.

Anson chuckled and exchanged meaningful glances with Ambassador Matthias, who was still standing there, then turned to follow the footsteps of Grand Duke Thun.

"Your Excellency Anson Bach!"

Just as he was about to leave, Earl Brand, who was behind him, suddenly stopped Anson's steps, looking at the puzzled expression he turned his head and said solemnly:

"Wike, the fortress commander of Eagle Point, I met a few years ago; he's a guy who is always trembling and has no opinion... How is he now?"

"He's dead." Anson told the truth:

"When the fortress was breached, he took the remnants to guard the innermost tower of Eagle Point City, and eventually died with six swords; when he was completely surrounded, he raised the **** swallowtail flag with his own hands."

"We buried him and all the fallen Eagle Point defenders on the hill outside the city, and erected a tombstone there."

Of course, it was Ludwig who established it—up and down the Southern Legion, and he was the only one who had this kind of idleness.

Earl Brand was stunned for a moment, then took a deep look at Anson, turned and left without saying anything.

Looking at the backs of him and the elf ambassador, Anson, who shook his head, quickened his pace and walked towards Claude Francois, who had been waiting impatiently.

………………

Back at the barracks, Fabian was arranging the stationing of the Storm Division with several battalion commanders. The junior secretary was planning the expansion of the army with a "temporary logistics management committee" formed by several non-commissioned officers from the artillery company. Lisa reportedly ran Went to the forward position... So Carl Bain was the only one left in the camp to "welcome" Anson.

"how is the situation?"

"all the best!"

Anson pulled out a bottle of rum from the box in the corner of the tent, bit off the cork and took a big mouthful, burping contentedly:

"It turns out that there is no race in this world that is not afraid of death; as long as there is a chance to survive, no one is willing to die in vain."

"Wait until tomorrow morning, Thun's army will launch a feint on White Tower City, and then Earl Brand and the elf ambassador will announce their surrender; 4,000 soldiers and tens of thousands of elves will be temporarily controlled, and when the city of Eaglehorn is under control, Send them back to Isir when the battle is over; then..."

"Then Archduke Thun and your 'cousin' must take Thun's army north and fight with us at Eaglehorn City." Carl grabbed the bottle from Anson and blew his head up. mouth:

"He has now greatly offended the elf Iser, if there is no Clovis behind him, without Iser's hands, the Seven Cities Alliance will tear this 'treacherous villain' to shreds, François The family is over!"

"You can say that."

Anson shrugged with a smile, let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped on the bed.

The core of the whole plan is here - whether it is Master Mathias who is related to the so-called "Thirteen Council", or the Elf of White Tower City, Anson doesn't care.

He only cares about one thing, and that is that Thun's army must appear on the battlefield of Eaglehorn City within ten days; help himself to surround and destroy the Guards!

There are only ten thousand people in the Southern Army, and Anson has only a little over two thousand. Even if the Storm Division is fully recruited, it will be four or five thousand people in the sky. If the Janissary Army is not completely eliminated, Thun will stand still in Clovis. Within the kingdom's camp, he had no chance of making waves in the south of the Dawn Mountains.

Ludwig is very generous to himself, but there is a limit to this "generousness"; he can tolerate himself robbing Eagle Point once, but he will not continue to tolerate it a second time.

Therefore, "two-front warfare" is not only a strategy, but also a "tacit understanding" between each other: Ansen did not want to follow the main army to "scrape" military achievements, and Ludwig also understood that he wanted the "Storm Division" to be accepted by other officers of the Southern Army. How difficult it is, it is better to divide the troops to fight.

After solving the biggest hidden danger of the Imperial Guard Corps, each of them will open up their own battlefields; how much investment can be won, how many victories can be won, who will attack and who will assist... It depends on their respective abilities.

As for other promises and guarantees... My next main battlefield is the Seven Cities Alliance. Even if they are looking for trouble, they are looking for Draco and the Truth Society behind him. Does it have a half-copper relationship with him?

The thought of being able to block a certain novelist made Anson suddenly feel much better.

Carl Bain did not think as much as a certain deputy commander, as long as tomorrow's siege storm division does not have to participate in him, he is very satisfied - although he knew from the day he joined the army that he was going to die on the battlefield, but this kind of It's better not to participate in a meaningless battle or not to participate in it.

Even if you can only be a lieutenant captain all your life, it is 10,000 times better than dying in the mud and being chased as a colonel; although since joining An Sen, this kind of life is getting farther and farther away from you...

"There is one thing I don't understand very much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Carl Bain suddenly thought of something, and asked Anson with a bottle of wine: "Why do you have to let the White Tower City take the initiative to disarm and surrender? "

"Yes, this can indeed reduce some unnecessary casualties and save a lot of time; but Ludwig has left you a full fifteen days, even if we count ten days, we have plenty of time-this kind of Old-fashioned castles that were isolated and lacked heavy firepower were captured in seven or eight days at most."

"Even if there will be more casualties, let the Thun people be stained with the blood of Iser elf and have some hatred for each other. Wouldn't it make them more determined to follow us and no longer be able to rely on Iser elf?"

"You mean this..."

An Sen got up from the bed, the starry sky called "Sincere" seemed to flash in his pupils, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said in an aria tone:

"Mainly because... I'm actually... a peace lover."

"puff--!!!!!"

Carl Bain, who almost choked to death, sprayed Anson all over his face with a mouthful of rum.