I Will Be The Crowned King

At fourteen twenty-five, Thun's army, which completely defeated the Isel elves on the southern front, turned around and began to attack the Isel elves who were fighting with the southern army on the east front.

The Iser Elf fought bravely and was very well-trained - after receiving the order to retreat, more than 10,000 soldiers of the entire Eastern Front Army immediately turned from the offensive to the garrison, and then the Southern Army and the Thun Army were closely followed. Forced down and fought and retreated, blocking the offensive of nearly three times the enemy.

Obviously the situation is seriously unfavorable, but there is still no panic, and the "transfer in" order is executed in a very orderly manner.

Compared with the orderliness of the Janissary Army, there were quite a few riots between the Southern Army and the Thun Army. The incident happened suddenly. Except for each other's coaches, the two armies did not have much interaction before the war.

In this case, let's not talk about coordination, and if there is no accidental injury caused by admitting the wrong friend or foe - or it has already appeared - it is already blessed by the ring of order.

At the beginning of the counter-offensive, the southern army guessed the wrong speed of the Thun army's action and launched the offensive in advance; seeing that the Thun army had already entered the battle, the Thun army rushed forward in a hurry, and the vanguard slammed into the fighting force. The attacking southern legion flanks...

Roman and Henares, who noticed the accident, immediately stopped the attack. They led the troops to stabilize the team while suppressing the troublesome soldiers. Finally, they did not decide the winner among themselves before defeating the Iser elf.

At the same time, the elf nobles and knights who were "watching the play" in the back line took advantage of the chaos in the front line and the gap in the direction of Eagle Point City did not dare to fire.

But the Janissary Legion was not happy for long... Before all the Iser elves on the eastern front had withdrawn from the battlefield, they suddenly received a new message-a Clovis army had broken through the defense line and was heading to the headquarters. attack in the direction!

Almost at the same time, the reorganized southern army and Thun army, a total of more than 35,000 army, launched a siege attack on the retreating imperial guard army from both the eastern and southern fronts.

"go ahead--!"

Accompanied by choking gunpowder smoke, after completely breaking the first line of defense that the Iser elf hastily deployed, the storm division crossing the eastern front almost rushed towards the second wave of enemies non-stop.

Rather than a fight, it was closer to a breakthrough.

The Iser elves who realized what this unit was going to do—whether it was the retreating Eastern Front Army or the Reserve Army garrisoned at the artillery fortress, sent troops to intercept and reinforce to the headquarters at the same time.

But the problem is that, in order to be able to command the troops on the Eastern and Southern Fronts at the same time, Louis Bernard "accidentally" set up his headquarters in a camp near the right-wing artillery fort - the former Aldabert's The attacking artillery base failed and retreated to the back of the garrisoned high ground.

In other words, most of the area of ​​this location was within the radiation range of the right-wing artillery fort, and it was not a coincidence that there was a considerable distance from the retreating Eastern Front Army and artillery positions.

To make matters worse, the right flank fort was now taken back by the Clovis; any troops who tried to rescue would risk being covered by artillery fire.

To put it more bluntly, whoever comes will die.

"The enemy fire is coming, hide on the spot-!"

The roar of the cannons shook in the air, and before the cannonballs landed, Carl, who was hunched over and running wildly, hugged Lisa, who was still trying to rush up, and threw himself behind a rock.

A golden fireball rose on the ground, accompanied by a deafening loud noise, and the smoke directly covered half of the slope... Karl, who was hiding behind the rock, was still covered in the falling sand.

"What's the matter, I almost thought I was dead..." Karl, who was in shock, scolded, and glared fiercely at Anson who didn't know when to hide beside him:

"Hey! I said you..."

"Where is Fabian?!" Before he could finish speaking, Anson rudely steals:

"Why hasn't he followed?!"

"Nonsense, of course he can't keep up!" Carl rolled his eyes at him:

"You are running too fast, he and the second infantry regiment are busy cleaning up the elves that bit up behind - now not only us, but all of Eagle Point City know what you are going to do!"

"Send a messenger over and let him end the battle as soon as possible, don't bother!" An Sen said solemnly, busy loading the revolver in his hand:

"Immediately there will be a bunch of hyenas locked up and beaten, and naturally someone else will take care of them—besides, is it worth the soldiers or the commander?!"

"Sorry, I think life is the most valuable!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lisa, who was held in his arms, bounced up suddenly, "Pfft!" With a sound, he kicked Carl to the ground, and took the revolver from Anson and aimed it at the upper left corner of the rock.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots sounded, and the two vaguely visible figures fell to the ground mourning—almost at the same time, a shadowy line appeared on the hillside shrouded in gunpowder, slowly advancing down the hillside.

An Sen, who heard the gunshots, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed.

Only the guards at the command of the Imperial Guard Corps were able to appear in front of him under the cover of artillery fire, which meant that the target was in sight... Anson stood up with the corners of his mouth raised, and raised his Leopold rifle behind him.

"Storm division - forward!"

………………

"Have you attacked?!"

On the wall of the fortress, Count Arkad was clinging to the wall, watching in disbelief at the Austeria King Flag that tore apart the Iser elf defense line in the distance and quickly advanced to the highlands:

"It's not even 4:15 yet... This guy only took ten minutes to tear apart the defense line of the Guards Corps and rushed all the way to the headquarters of the Guards Corps?!"

"I-Is this luck, or are the 20,000 Iser elves blind?!"

"neither."

Leon Francois, who was on the side, stepped forward and shook his head gently: "It has nothing to do with luck, nor is it that the Iser elves of the Janissary Corps turned a blind eye - you also participated in the battle on the southern front just now. I know better."

"What's that for?"

The slightly frowning Count of Arkad looked at the future Archduke Thun.

Leon François slowly turned his head back, his twinkling eyes looked at the battlefield where the cannons rang out, and he showed a faint smile:

"Because he's Anson Bach."

Um? Count Arkad's brows furrowed even more:

"that's it?"

"That's it." Little Leon nodded vigorously:

"In the eyes of others, looking for a dead end, fighting against the water, and taking chestnuts from the fire, the abnormal behavior may actually be the best solution in all situations... Ansen Bach, he is this kind of unexpected person who can always bring surprises."

Then he turned his head and looked at Ludwig with meaningful eyes: "You must understand this more deeply than I do?"

Ludwig snorted coldly.

"I'm not interested in tactics that are too reckless and unconventional - since you want to defeat the enemy, defeating them from the front in an upright manner can best damage the enemy's morale."

The expressionless commander of the Southern Corps took the monocular from the guard: "But I absolutely trust the judgment of the front-line commander - provided, of course, that my orders cannot be violated."

"In addition, the most important thing now is the frontal battlefield. The storm division's assault involves a considerable part of the Guard Corps' forces. We must seize this opportunity to take advantage of their chaos, let the main force overwhelm them in one fell swoop, and defeat their resistance as soon as possible."

"It's four-fifteen, less than three hours before dark, and there's not much time left for us and Louis Bernard - the battle must be over before then, and they must not be let go! "Ludwig said solemnly.

Only then did Leon's expression become serious, and he looked at Ludwig with burning eyes:

"Is there anything I can do?"

Ludwig did not answer him directly, but raised his monocular and aimed at the right flank of the Eastern Front battlefield. Under the wave after wave of the storm division's offensive, the left flank of the Iser elf was already rotten, and all the The troops are fighting on their own, chasing and blocking Ansen Bach who is still advancing like a tactic of fueling.

This kind of defense line, which is no different from a sieve, is destined to be useless in front of Ansen Bach, who is proficient in skirmish tactics; while the rear line of the long and narrow Storm Division is free from pursuit, the front line is already at war with the infantry regiment of the guard command.

"Master Leon Francois, please give an order to Master Henares, order him to support the Storm Division from the troops and artillery of the right flank artillery base; you don't need to destroy the enemy, you can temporarily restrain the Storm Division to buy time."

Because the other party is an ally, and in a sense, it is a reinforcement that saved his life, so Ludwig said very politely: "Of course this is a suggestion, I am not ordering you, just..."

"You don't have to!"

The smiling Leon held the saber at his waist, and his whole body seemed to be exuding a faint brilliance:

"From the moment Anson Bach appeared in Golden Rock, Clovis and Thun were allies who never separated from each other. In the face of our two-hundred-year friendship and unbreakable alliance, these are just trivial matters. —Thun's army is Clovis' army, and vice versa!"

After he finished speaking, he took Count Arkad away from the city wall, leaving Ludwig with a frown and still standing there.

It's nice to have an ally who is willing to accept other people's requests, but... what's up with two hundred years of friendship?

If I remember correctly, for the territory around Eaglehorn City, Clovis has fought two or three generations with Iser Elf and several allies of Thun, for nearly a hundred years.

Friendship is not clear, blood feud may be.

And... what is Thun's army that is Clovis's army?

Is there any misunderstanding of the "Alliance", the heir of Thun?

………………

"boom!"

The icy lead bullet penetrated into his forehead, and the elf knight who was still holding the knife and shouting fiercely for a second was shaken, and his vision was dyed red by the blood mist. He fell to the ground with a black eye.

Almost at the same time, the storm division finally tore the last line of defense; the Iser elves who were defeated by the front were defeated and fled to the command position behind them.

This is an artillery fort placed on the back of the hillside, and the artillery of the Praetorian Guard Corps and the Southern Corps cannot reach here; the Storm Division, who rushed up from the hillside, watched the entire position from a commanding height, and could even see the golden order. The flag of the ring, and the elven soldiers gathered behind the parapet, densely packed under the flag.

"Why haven't they withdrawn?!"

Carl Bain looked at the opposite position in astonishment, and his eyes were filled with inconceivable: "Impossible - it took more than ten minutes to attack from the right-wing artillery base; these pointed ears are helping rabbits, It's time to run away!"

"Can't you think about it a little more?" Anson glanced at him complainingly:

"Can't it be because we fought fast enough, and they didn't run away by chance? Besides, if they all run away, what else can we get in this battle?"

"That would have to be a big-hearted commander, to be able to watch someone rush up but refuse to leave - and don't you think the scene in front of you is very familiar, very similar to the trap that some **** used to play around to help?"

"Yes, why didn't I find it?"

"Really? Then let me remind you - foggy day, Thundercastle, do you have any impressions?"

"Yeah, you also said it, it's the Thunder Fort in a foggy day. Today's situation is completely different from that time!"

"What's different, where?!"

"This... Look, we are the attackers this time."

An Sen with a smiling face raised his hand to hold Karl, who wanted to scold, and looked at him with serious eyes: "Even if it's a trap... it's come to this point, the enemy commander is close at hand, do you think we can just withdraw like this? ?"

"More than 2,000 soldiers who have made a fortune by pointing to their military exploits—even the living and dead—can't handle the command of the Imperial Guard Corps. What do you want me to do to help them and help us find our own way? Dewish said to divide the spoils?"

"Don't forget... When the battle in Eaglehorn City is over, Ludwig will attack Iser eastward; he is the commander of the legion, so he doesn't have to worry about lack of supplies and troops... We have little value in using him."

Carl pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his face a little complicated.

Anson stopped looking at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ got up and looked at Fabian who was following up from behind: "The order - the second and third infantry regiments remain in column and attack the command position from both flanks."

"Yes!"

Fabian, who didn't ask a question, nodded heavily, took the flag from Carl, and held it high for the soldiers behind him:

"Second and Third Infantry Regiments - Assemble the charge formation, move forward!"

With the sound of orders and the continuous bugle, nearly a thousand soldiers began to move, maintaining a relatively loose column to attack the Iser elves who were guarding the headquarters.

At this moment, the same loud bugle sound, accompanied by hundreds of shouts, sounded on the slope.

Slightly stunned, An Sen turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the shouting—nearly a thousand Iser elves suddenly rushed out from the front right wing of the headquarters, and stabbed the right wing of the storm division who attacked the position fiercely!

And rushing in front of the Iser elves was a slender figure who was obviously different in appearance and dress, which evoked Anson's memories:

"Anson Bach—!!!!"