I Will Be The Crowned King

The sun rises in the east, and the sky is clear.

As the night faded away in the cold wind, the faint morning light pierced the eastern horizon; the golden sunlight shone on the vast expanse of land under the ice peaks, awakening the towering Baita City from the darkness.

It's just that it wasn't just the rising sun that woke her up, but also a **** declaration of war.

"The warriors of Thun, we gather here today; behind us is the ancient Dawn Mountains; in front of us is the beautiful and rich Baita City.

Yes! I can see bewilderment and bewilderment in your eyes; why did your archduke not lead you to Eaglehorn Pass in the Dawn Mountains against the invasion of Clovis, but instead besiege our own castle?

Decades ago, we fought side by side with the glorious and ancient Iser elves; many of you have also been brothers and sisters with the elves of the White Tower; even we, the Francois family, have more than once The Brand family of White Tower City entered into marriage.

The Thun people and the Isel elves are friends, comrades in arms, and close relatives; the noble and respectable Isel elves have been guarding Eagle Horn for decades, making it impossible for the invaders to set foot in Thun and the Seven Cities Alliance. Territory that guards prosperity and stability south of the Dawn Mountains.

Great and ancient Iser, how great and glorious.

But I'm going to tell you now that it's all a lie!

It's an outright lie!

We, the Alliance of Seven Cities, and all the people living in the vast land have all been deceived by this lie!

Out of trust in their friends, the sincere Thun surrendered Eaglehorn to Iser; what we thought was asylum, is it true?

Every business travel that passes through Eagle Point City is forced to pay a tax equal to three times or even ten times the value of the goods; the coffee and grapes in your hometown sell one silver coin, and after passing Eagle Point City, it will become eleven; Clovis cotton cloth bought for a silver coin may be worth two or three copper coins locally!

What is this, this is unabashed extortion!

Clovis invaded Iser, and we warmly entertained the envoys of the Elf King in Golden Rock City; but they tried to kill your archduke; after the failure, they were in unison with White Tower City, and they planned to sue the wicked first!

Not only that, they have to spread it out, saying that the Thun people betrayed the Iser Elf and took the initiative to join the Kingdom of Clovis.

This is absurd, this is a lie to the uttermost absurdity!

Why? Because I don't want to surrender Thun to the elves of Iser, because I don't want to watch the glorious Seven Cities Alliance, the simple and hard-working people of Hantu, become the vassals of Iser's elf!

Therefore they will overthrow me, and make the Brands of White Tower, the most loyal people of Iser in the Far Lands, the rulers of Thun.

Once they control Thun, the next step must be the other states of the Seven Cities Alliance; the entire vast land will be eroded by the Elven Kingdom of Iser step by step, and eventually it will be eaten clean.

Proud Thun people, simple Hantu people...will become the Iser elf - our best friend, brother's slave!

Tell me, my warriors, are you willing to become slaves?

Would you like to watch your relatives, watch all the Hantu people become slaves? ! "

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With the roar of the tsunami-like explosion, 12,000 Thun soldiers walked out of the camp and the trenches, well-trained and formed an offensive formation on three sides of the White Tower City, slowly advancing in the rhythm of the drums.

Opposite them, four thousand white tower city elf infantry armed with rifles, tremblingly maintained their formation on the city wall; knights in breastplates and cloaks acted as commanders and war supervisors at the same time, and they used their bloodless faces. Powerless shouts boosted morale.

The Grand Duke Claude Francois, riding a crimson steed, stopped under a huge and striking banner of blood-colored thorn flowers decorated with golden tassels; his eldest son, Leon Francois, Aisne Reis and a group of his knights followed far behind, with only Anson Bach beside him.

Looking at the towering central tower of Baita City, Archduke Thun, who personally commanded the battle, had a solemn expression, making it impossible to distinguish his emotions; only his brows were completely relaxed, and there was no trace of tension.

Looking at the frontier army formation that was constantly approaching the castle, Claude Francois slowly raised the saber in his hand, and the bright tip of the blade gently fell.

At that moment, the artillery positions on three sides of Thun let out a roar that shook the earth, and the black afterimage rushed out of the gun barrel, dragging the tail of the scream, and smashed heavily on the wall of the White Tower City.

Accompanied by large swathes of smashed rubble, the city walls of Baita City immediately crumbled.

This old-fashioned city wall was not designed for artillery defense from the very beginning. The city wall is not only thin but also completely vertical; once the whole wall is hit by the concentrated fire, it will start to tremble, and many soldiers even stumble from the city wall directly in the shock fall.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Thun's army was still advancing in an orderly manner; and the defenders of Baita City also started their own counterattack, and the cannons on the city wall exploded gold-red sparks one after another in the smoke.

It is still limited by the thin thickness of the city wall. There are only six-pound infantry guns placed on it. The powerful 24-pound, forty-eight or even 68-pound fortress guns have no recoil at all. The wall of this old-fashioned castle. bearable.

Before the defenders could fire a few shots, the surrounding city walls had completely collapsed under the continuous bombardment. The defenders who fled in panic watched the towering towers and city walls collapse, exposing a huge gap in front of the enemy.

It didn't take long for the Grand Duke Claude Francois under the banner of the blood-colored thorns to cheer, and received the good news that "the city wall has collapsed, and the enemy army has collapsed" from the three attacking directions at the same time.

So Grand Duke Thun immediately responded to everyone's expectations and issued an order to attack across the board.

The loud horn sounded, and thousands of Thun soldiers raised the bright bayonets on their rifles and rushed to the gap in the city wall in the smoke.

The artillery positions in the rear were also very "interested" and stopped firing. The trembling defenders of the city wall did not make any extra resistance. They only fired a few rounds of platoons and raised a white flag in front of the bayonet of the attacking army. Surrender.

So a large number of troops poured into the castle from the gap immediately, while capturing the prisoners, tapping the spoils, and attacking the deeper inner castle.

In the screams of killing, the golden red fire light ignited the ruined Baita City, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

"ended."

Looking at the white tower city shrouded in black smoke and the fierce battle in the distance, cheering the army that poured into the castle from the gap, Claude Francois, who had no sorrow or joy, said as if talking to himself:

"In three more hours, Baita City should declare its surrender."

Ansen Bach, who was behind him, had a slight smile of "everything is planned" at the corner of his mouth.

Because it was originally designed.

According to yesterday's agreement, Earl Brand and the elf defenders of White Tower City will "symbolically" stand for four hours after the start of the siege. In fact, no real battle will break out at all, just "struggle resistance". It's just like.

The attacking side's Thun seemed to be aggressive, but the artillery fire only covered it until a gap was opened in the city wall, and not even a single shot was fired; although the defenders of the city wall also fired back with artillery, it seemed that no shells were loaded at all.

The confrontation between the two sides is even more a mystery. From the beginning to the end, three or four rounds of platoons were shot at each other, and it seems that none of them died; after the "breakthrough" of the city wall, only fire and gunpowder could be seen, and even the sound of gunfire could not be heard. .

From the Grand Duke to every soldier below, it was clear that the two sides had never discussed "how to attack and defend" in depth, but everyone showed an amazing tacit understanding. Anson and a sort of outsider from Stormtrooper were astonished to watch.

Well, it’s not difficult to understand if you think about it carefully—with the natural barrier of the Dawn Mountains and the Ysiel elves guarding Eaglehorn City, the Seven Cities Alliance has been completely isolated from the old world since the forty-seventh year of the Saint Calendar. outside the conflict.

The rest is a bunch of disputes between small states. They neither have the strength to annex each other, nor do they dare to completely collapse, allowing the empire or the forces of Clovis to take advantage of it... So like this pretend, "armed. "Parade-style" battles, they have probably experienced it many times, and they have long been familiar with it.

After thinking about this, An Sen, who was looking at the battlefield in the distance, had a little more clarity in his eyes, and had a deeper understanding of why Thun's army "breaks at a touch".

He is even a little panicked now - in case they get to the battlefield of Eaglehorn City, if the Tuen people also come to an "armed parade" like now...

"I have a question." Grand Duke Thun suddenly turned his head back, staring at An Sen's eyes faintly, and said lightly:

"If I didn't choose Clovis, but Iser... What would you do?"

"Then it depends on whether the Ring of Order blesses me." Anson smiled lightly, not paying much attention:

"But my luck was good, and it took only ten days to capture Eagle Horn City."

Claude Francois snorted softly.

Of course he knew what Anson meant—Eagle Horn City had fallen, it was impossible for Thun to remain neutral no matter how much he wanted, and the charge of "colluding" with Clovis would make Thun completely lose his choice.

"But what if I still insist on being on the side of the Iser elf?"

"You won't." Anson shook his head:

"No matter how loyal Thun is, the Ysir elves can't give you more - unless they hand over Eaglehorn to you, but that is the most unacceptable result of Ysir, because it is equivalent to putting the frontier defense line The most important fortress was handed over to others."

"But Clovis can, because we don't have any power in the south of the Dawn Mountains, and we urgently need a strong ally, so the growth of Thun is what Clovis likes to see; if necessary, we are even willing to take the initiative to help You provide all the help you need."

"Like this?" Picking up the speech he had preached before, Claude Francois smiled sarcastically:

"With such a declaration of war, let Iser and Thun be completely immortal and forced to stand with you Clovis?"

"No, this is a statement!"

An Sen's expression instantly became serious, and he said righteously to the great justice of Thun:

"Only in this way can Thun become the innocent victim of this war, and all the responsibility lies with Iser."

More importantly, only in this way can Thun go north to Eagle Point City, use blood and fire to prove his "innocence", completely separate from Iser, and surrender to Clovis with facts.

If there is no such "name submission", how can Clovis rest assured to support such a Francois family with ambitions to unify the vast land, and whose blood history may be older than that of the Austerian royal family?

Of course Claude Francois knew this, and it was precisely because he knew it that he couldn't help complaining to Anson - after all, if it wasn't for this "dear nephew", he wouldn't have gotten on so soon. Clovis's pirate ship.

"How is the material preparation?" The slightly depressed Archduke Thun changed the subject:

"The next step is to fight Iser head-on, and it may even include the army of the Seven Cities Alliance. Thun's own reserves are not enough to deal with so many enemies."

"Don't worry, everything is ready." Anson nodded with a chuckle:

"When I captured Eaglehorn City, I wrote and sent it to Lund Manor in the capital of Clovis as soon as possible. In a few days, the Rune family will receive the news and prepare at least two legions eight for you. All equipment for ten thousand people!"

"For the sake of the ancient friendship between Bach and the Francois family, the first batch of 40,000 people will be packed and shipped soon, and will arrive at Eagle Point in two months at the latest; you just need to prepare With only the cost equivalent to the cost of goods, the army of Thun can be armed to the teeth!"

Of course, it is definitely the "cost price" in the minds of Thun's people... After learning a little from Carl Bain and the little secretary, Anson also roughly knows how lucrative the arms industry is.

Especially in the face of a country like the Seven Cities Alliance, which cannot be self-sufficient in wartime arms, if you can open an arms factory in Clovis and go to the railway transportation line, it will be easier to make money than to dig gold mines!

Claude Francois, who is not clear about this, just nodded lightly, or as long as he can get a stable source of weapons, he doesn't really care how much the Clovis people can earn from it.

While the two were still talking, the screams of killing in the distance gradually fell, and more and more white flags were raised in the White Tower City, and only the last inner fort was still "resisting in the corner". UU reading www.uukanshu.com

In this way, the battle of Baita City is over...they both breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts at the same time.

at this time…

"boom-!!"

A deafening roar suddenly exploded under the dome.

For a moment, the stunned Archduke Thun and Ansen looked up at the direction of the explosion at the same time; they saw the top of the tallest tower in White Tower City blown to pieces in the raging fire!

Looking at the flames blazing in the billowing black smoke, Anson and Archduke Thun looked at each other.

A few minutes later, a cavalryman full of smoke and flames rushed back from the battlefield, and the latest news reached Claude Francois's ears in a low voice.

Archduke Thun, who frowned, looked back and looked at An Sen behind him with an extremely complicated expression:

"Count Thern Brand... He gave his family to Ambassador Matthias, and watched them climb to the top of the tower alone after leaving the castle, using the powder keg that had been hidden in advance... Suicide!"