I Will Be The Crowned King

After many unsuccessful attempts, Henares, who was desperately trying to get Louis Bernard into his hands, finally gave up.

To be more precise, it was despair.

Among the 18,000 Thun army that came with Leon Francois, no one except him realized what it meant for Thun at the moment to hold an important heir from the empire in his hands. How much room for turning around and how huge and huge benefits it can bring in the future.

They can't see it!

From nobles to knights, everyone cheered and was extremely happy when they saw that the Clovis people were willing to make huge concessions on loot and captive ransom.

They simply did not understand why the Clovis would rather give up these immediate interests and hold Louis Bernard in their hands.

Even the Count of Arkad, his own brother, began to persuade himself that since the Clovis people are willing to make concessions, then things can end here.

In the end, only Leon Francois was willing to fight with him - although the purpose and idea were completely different, Leon was completely unaware of the value of Louis Bernard, he just wanted his good friend to be safe Back home.

So after Ludwig guaranteed by the reputation of the Franz family that Louis Bernard would never suffer any harm, the simple young master Leon had no idea of ​​resisting.

Henares was utterly desperate.

Of course, he also knew that what his brother Count Arkad had said was actually justified—even if he could detain Louis, the empire on the western front would be far away except for a little bit of material assistance and reinforcements who didn’t know when they would arrive. To what extent can he protect Thun, who is at the door of Clovis' house?

Once a choice is made, there is no room for it. This is probably the tragedy of a small country... Henares said with emotion.

As for the titular owner of the captive, Louis Bernard, Anson had little interest in his whereabouts from the start; not because he couldn't get in at all—it was true—but it didn't matter.

Taking advantage of the time in the past few days to recover from his injury, he read all the "Kingdom Loyalty News" sent by the supply line from the rear; although the content above was too repetitive, and some of the remarks had a tendency to develop into "stalks", but still There is a little reference value.

For example, the day before yesterday was "Clovis achieved a decisive victory again", yesterday was "breaking the myth of the invincibility of the empire", I haven't read today's, but the high probability is "failure is only temporary, Clovis has achieved strategic absolute Advantage".

These seemingly self-talking contents reveal a certain fact—in the ninety-ninth year of the Saint Calendar, the raids launched by the Empire while Clovis was under-prepared for winter has gradually turned into a long-term war.

The raid in the winter of 1999 caught Clovis off guard, and he also had to pay a huge cost and price to the empire; he failed to end the victory after a quick victory, and he had to drag the war on, proving that the empire really lost this time. I can't afford it.

After all the attempts and adventures have failed, the empire that wants to maintain a war of attrition for a long time is destined to be conservative at the strategic level, because they have no capital and are radical.

Therefore, whether the empire will march south of the Dawn Mountains under the premise that Iser is defeated and one of the Seven Cities Alliance defected, only depends on whether they have a strategic plan in this regard and a reserve army that can be mobilized.

It is too wishful thinking to use a duchy heir to force the empire to change its strategic plan.

On May 20, the 100th year of the saint's calendar, logistical supplies and replenishment personnel arrived in Eagle Point City one after another.

This is also the first and possibly the largest logistical replenishment accepted by the Southern Legion after the battle at Eagle Point; Ludwig has privately disclosed to Anson the news he has obtained. After experiencing the biggest labor shortage after last winter... In the short term, the use of manpower has reached a line.

Because the Southern Legion captured Eagle Point City in less than thirty days, which greatly stimulated the emotions of the Army, the royal family and the Privy Council, Clovis's enthusiasm for Iser's war from top to bottom was unprecedentedly high. Reluctantly cobble together this reinforcement.

Fifteen thousand reserve troops—the main components are local levies, some demobilized veterans, and reserve troops drawn from some eastern fortresses, which directly doubled the combat strength of the southern legion, which was only in the early 10,000s!

Seeing the hope of victory, the Army and the Privy Council finally stopped treating this corps of levies as some kind of thrown out sons and began to be generous.

In addition to soldiers, more importantly, there are a large number of middle and lower-level officers - including graduates and some civilian officers, affairs officers - staff, administration, finance, etc., professional technicians - senior gunners, draftsmen, military medical officers, etc.

When this batch of recruits arrived, they were originally crippled, and the Southern Legion, which had a legion title but only barely two infantry divisions, finally had the size of a "legion".

"So how much did we get?"

Just after having breakfast after waking up, Anson couldn't wait to ask Carl Bain who walked in the door, focusing entirely on the roster in the other party's hand.

Since his injury, the administration of the storm division has been in charge of him and the junior clerk.

Carl, who stared at the black circle, yawned:

"Uh...how to describe...better than nothing; well, congratulations, congratulations."

The excited Anson gradually lost his smile.

The body that just sat up from the hospital bed began to lie back a little bit, holding the edge of the quilt expressionlessly and slowly raising it above the neck.

"There are 120 officers, almost enough for the newly formed three infantry regiments and a few divisions directly under the company; a few newly graduated military academies are willing to join you as a civilian, which can be regarded as supporting the logistics. already."

Carl flipped through the few pages of the roster and added:

"Oh, I also found two doctors and four assistants for you. In the future, the Storm Division will be considered to have military doctors; if the artillery company is concerned, an old artillery commander is willing to join, but he is old and his rank is too low, so he will take two A salary, okay?"

"Why only these?" Anson looked at the ceiling expressionlessly:

"That's too little!"

"There's no way, who made the Storm Division a newly formed conscripted corps, who made our deputy commander not named Franz - those talents with ideals and aspirations, who would like to talk to you such a promising leader dawdle?"

"You, you should take us scumbags, cannon fodders, culprits, those who lost their jobs, those who were unemployed just after graduation, to fight to the death with the enemies who appeared out of nowhere."

Carl laughed half-sarcastically, half-self-deprecating.

Anson couldn't help rolling his eyes... Although what he said was true.

Even with the support of the Franz family, the Storm Division is still an "unorganized" levy; serving in a force that is destined to have no future and will be disbanded at no time, either for profit or for a good look These resumes will make it easier for them to be promoted in the future.

That being the case, is it to chase after the archbishop's own son Ludwig to march into Issel and fight a well-known Iser punishment battle; or to follow Anson Bach, who appeared out of nowhere, to the Seven Cities Alliance" Open up the second battlefield"?

As for the fresh graduates of the military academy, which one is more promising...they have already voted with their feet.

"In short, you go through the roster as soon as possible. If there is no problem, sign it before they regret it. After the reorganization is completed, go south as soon as possible to get ahead of the Southern Army." Carl handed the list to Anson:

"Alan Dawn and I will take care of the supply line. You can just recuperate from your injuries."

"Thank you."

Anson nodded, took the list and glanced at it, and reached for the pen on the bedside table with his right hand.

"Right, there's one more thing."

Carl suddenly said: "Your little cousin Leon asked me to 'visit' about his condition. If his injury is better, can he send someone with him?"

"Who?"

As soon as Anson raised his head, he immediately reacted.

"Louis Bernard." Karl said:

"The person from the Privy Council has arrived, and he is leaving today for Clovis City."

 …

Eagle Horn Fortress, under the North Gate.

Leon Francois, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw Anson's figure approaching, his eyes were happy at first, and then he suddenly turned his head away in dissatisfaction.

"You actually lied to me."

Anson's expression was a little embarrassed.

"Louis said that you and him knew each other as early as in Fort Thunder, and that was the time when he was defeated by you - he also called you his lifelong enemy, but he didn't hate you."

Little Leon was adoring, resentful, and jealous: "It's obviously such a good enemy and friend, why did you say you didn't know it at the beginning?"

Why? Of course, it's because I'm not sure if you're taking the opportunity to test and dig up the details of me and the Southern Legion - let you know at the time that I, the "Deputy Commander of the Southern Legion", was a small infantry commander before. Before that, he wasn't even the head of the regiment, so how could he let Tuen form an alliance so smoothly?

An Sen pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his eyes dodged, and he said nothing.

Leon stared at his expression, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a light in his eyes: "Ah! Difficult, do you say..."

"Could it be that you don't want to improve your image in the hearts of others by belittling your friends, so you would rather lie than mention it?!"

Anson Bach: "...that's about it."

"Sure enough, I knew it must be like this!" Little Leon said excitedly:

"But in fact, you don't need to do so - as long as you see your miracles with your own eyes, you won't have any doubts about your strength; of course, I also understand that there are many snobby guys in this world who only care about blood, but This is never the case with our Francois family, our Francois family..."

While the two were still talking, a group of Clovis infantry was escorting Louis Bernard towards the city gate; the surrounding soldiers and officers saw them and consciously retreated to both sides.

Anson looked at Louis, who had already seen him, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard Corps who had been in the dungeon of Eagle Point City for several days. Except for the slightly dirty clothes on his body, he still showed no signs of sluggishness.

He is not as murderous as his brother, nor like Ludwig, who always walks like a straight rifle; he just stands there calmly, with quiet eyes and a smile on his handsome face, there is something in him The temperament that makes you voluntarily bow your head to him.

Louis, who stopped, beckoned to Leon; the young knight sneaked a glance at Anson beside him, and after confirming that his expression was not unusual, he took the initiative to step forward.

The two chatted for a while, and Leon, whose face changed slightly, hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, turned and left the city gate, leaving only Anson and Louis still in place.

"I didn't expect that you would actually come to see me." Louis smiled indifferently:

"To be honest, I've always been hesitant - I know we're enemies, but I don't know if we're friends."

"I should have said that."

The corner of Anson's mouth twitched: "And don't get me wrong, the one who insisted on sending you off is Leon, I'm just going to accompany him."

"What will happen next, will Clovis' army attack Iser's royal court in one go?"

"Do you think I will tell the commander-in-chief of the Iser Guard Corps and the heir to the Duchy of Adelaide with such important information?"

"What does it matter - it is impossible for me to return to the Elven Kingdom of Iser. Do you think His Majesty Herid would follow the advice of a defeated general?"

"Then I have to be careful too, after all, Clovis and the Empire haven't decided yet."

"If that's the case, then it's just like in Thunder Castle, let's exchange it fairly."

Louis still didn't care, smiled at Anson and said, "I can tell you an important military intelligence about the empire. You can decide whether to tell me according to the situation, how about it?"

"After the failure of the raid last year, the empire changed its strategic direction, shifting its focus from a little breakthrough to a comprehensive suppression; and in order to completely overwhelm Clovis, Clovis' lifeline must be cut off."

Lifeline... Anson raised his eyebrows:

"You mean colony?"

"Before I set off, I received a letter from home—that is, from the Duchy of Edland." Louis nodded slightly:

"The Empire's North Sea Fleet has anchored in the port of Edland, and it is fully loaded with weapons capable of arming at least 20,000 people. It is ready to be sent to Longhu Town in the New World; oh, it is quite close to the Ice Dragon Fjord."

When the words fell, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Louis did not say much, and watched him silently.

An Sen, whose eyes were flickering, hesitated for almost half a minute.

"I can only tell you that the war we are going through is not simple." Anson said:

"It's not just the conflict between Iser and Clovis, there's something else in there."

"Of course I know that. Saying it's Clovis and Iser is actually the Empire and..."

"Not an empire!" Anson steals:

"It has nothing to do with the Empire - just like the previous battle of Thundercastle, it is not simple, just a war between the Empire and Clovis!"

Louis' face changed, and he seemed to have guessed something in his shocked eyes.

Anson took the initiative to step forward and pat him on the shoulder, looking at Louis, who was in deep thought, very seriously:

"On the way back, be sure to pay attention to safety."