I Will Be The Crowned King

Ethan is a badass.

As a three-year-old skirmisher, it is definitely rare in a conscripted corps like the Storm Division; especially when the top commander is still a skirmisher, a veteran like him It should have been delicious.

But I don't know if it's because the extremes are the opposite, or because I was reported by the logistics for stealing the loot before, and I ended up staying in the Fourth Infantry Regiment as a scout and a messenger.

Even on rainy nights like this, other recruits can hide in their tents after "farewelling" the Aiden Corps for an afternoon, sipping hot bacon soup and dry bread, and sleep well without a drop of rain. , but he had to stand guard in the rain until dawn.

Standing in the corner of the moldy and damp barricade, the soaked Ethan leaned against the barricade with his rifle on his back, looking bored at the empty street full of craters and rubble.

For a Clovis army, military discipline is often closely related to treatment and war situation; a regular Clovis army with stable supplies, countless battles, and full of honor often has a continuous relationship with the frequency of operations and the proportion of casualties. The empire is also amazed.

As for the conscripted corps... Well, since they are all "conscripted corps", you really can't ask too much from them, except that they won't collapse at the touch of a button on the battlefield.

Relying on a fairly stable supply and high loot distribution, Ansen's Storm Division military discipline is much stronger than the usual levies; but many times he must turn a blind eye, and it is impossible to ask too much.

For a mission like tonight's sentry in a rainstorm, usually even if he hides somewhere where he can hide from the rain for the night, no one will say anything.

But I don't know what happened to the head of the regiment who was always lazy today, and warned himself over and over again what would happen if he violated the mission.

Ethan, who was extremely depressed, twitched his throat, lowered his head, patted his jacket pocket with his right hand, and found that there was one last cigarette left in the shriveled cardboard box.

Oh?

This unexpected discovery made the hapless Ethan Xiao excited.

While Clovis regulations prohibit fireworks at night -- or any army -- especially Sentinels, because they can easily become targets for the enemy and expose their targets.

But well...

Holding the cigarette holder tremblingly, Ethan, who smashed the cigarette case flat and threw it on the ground, began to dig out matches all over his body; I don't know if it was because of the dampness, even more than a dozen matches did not draw any sparks.

"puff!"

Just when the unfortunate Ethan felt depressed again, a tempting little flame suddenly stretched out in front of him, and he immediately leaned in excitedly.

"Thank you, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Ethan's eyes widened slightly in the faint firelight.

That attractive little flame was not a lit match, but a floating one.

Floating above the tip of a guy's outstretched index finger.

The unfortunate Ethan was holding a cigarette, trembling all over, and slowly raised his eyes.

The shocking sight passed through the lingering smoke, and the street that was originally empty, full of bomb craters and rubble suddenly became "lively" - hundreds of pairs of eyes passed through the rainstorm, staring at him silently.

Standing in the front row, the "good-hearted person" who had just lit a cigarette for him silently smiled at him, and the small flame he held up shone on his face, revealing pointed ears on the side of his temples.

"Fuck!"

These were the last words of the hapless Ethan before he was torn to shreds by dozens of buckshots.

………………

Similar situations were repeated at almost the same time at all the outposts of the Storm Division's outlying stations.

In the green city shrouded in torrential rain, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared from the narrow and winding streets, quickly assembled under the cover of the dark night and the rain curtain, and rushed to the front of the storm division at an astonishing speed.

These elites who are scattered throughout the northern city and can still travel unhindered in the dark are the truth of Duke Aiden's "Out of the City Ceremony" held with great fanfare!

When the storm division pays all its attention to the flamboyant soldiers, the ceremonies of HTC and the roar of the cannon, it is easy to only pay attention to the organization and size, and it is impossible to detect whether each unit is more powerful than before. What has shrunk... So when everyone thought that the Aiden Legion had withdrawn from the Green Valley, 3,000 elite soldiers and the casters of the Thirteen Council were already on standby in the city!

In the first round of raids, the outposts at the front of the Storm Division were almost wiped out immediately.

For the Aiden Legion, which previously occupied the commanding heights of the city's north city wall tower, the Storm Division's every move, including but not limited to sentries, gaps in the defense range, strength and firepower allocation... All are under the surveillance of Duke Aiden. Down.

As a result, a very small number of veterans, even if they had time to be vigilant, did not even have time to run away, and they were surrounded or blocked in the alleys and corners by the ambush soldiers who quietly circled behind them, and disappeared without a trace.

Only a pool of blood washed away by the rain, and cigarette butts soaked in blood.

After quietly pulling out the outer sentry, the 3,000 Aiden soldiers with zero casualties, mixed with the casters of the Thirteenth Council, under the cover of the torrential rain, launched an offensive directly to the outer positions of the Storm Division.

So accompanied by sporadic gun flames, rushing footsteps, harsh bugles, the collision of bayonets and bayonets, as well as cursing and wailing in various accents...

The gradually icy Ethan fell into a pool of his own blood, and his body torn by lead bullets kept spilling blood; the pouring rain was mixed with blood plasma, seeping into his long-spread pupils.

The cold-eyed elf caster stood beside him, with a frantic eyeball falling on the cigarette **** that fell from the corner of his mouth; expressionless, he slowly squatted down and held the unburned cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

The small flame on the index finger of his right hand flew into the sky with the smoke he exhaled, and exploded a dazzling firework in the rain curtain.

A flash of orange-red sparks is like a signal, like the last small match to detonate a bomb, tearing apart the last wave of the dam...

When it was extinguished, the entire Green Valley began to vibrate slightly—thousands of Aiden’s legions were like a flood pouring out of a ruptured dam, almost frantically pouring from the main gate of the northern city wall and two breaches Entering the city, unstoppable rushed to the front of the storm division.

Obviously, the Aiden Legion, who "is eager to retreat", will not remember to help Carindia repair the city wall before leaving.

"God bless Aiden-!!!!"

The cry resounded through the sky, with the charge of thousands of people screaming and fighting the Aiden Legion, rushing in the torrential rain.

The Battle of Luyin Valley ushered in the first shot before it ended successfully.

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"The Governor's Mansion has been captured! There is only a small amount of resistance. The Clovis people on both sides are constantly retreating. Count Rowan is leading troops to clear the remaining enemy troops in the stronghold!"

"The left-wing army was stubbornly resisted by the Clovis, the vanguard suffered heavy casualties, and the second-line reserve was entangled with the enemy in the position; the side reinforcements tried to organize a bayonet charge, but were repelled by the barricade defenders with grenades; they are currently exchanging fire with the enemy, Request more support!"

"Baron Dick has broken through the Clovis blockade and led two teams of infantry companies to the warehouse stronghold! The Baron requested that more reserve soldiers be deployed to support the west side street, saying that he only needs to call one more infantry regiment, and he can blockade the surrounding areas of the warehouse stronghold. Street!"

"The artillery positions have been fully deployed, the shooting Zhu Yuan has been aimed, and the mission can be carried out at any time to launch a one-minute indiscriminate bombing of the warehouse stronghold!"

"The scouts have controlled the north city wall tower and all commanding heights around the town, and have not found enemy artillery positions or reinforcements in any direction. They are continuing to monitor the warehouse stronghold and the location of the south city wall!"

"The western position of the Storm Division has been defeated by our army, and we are retreating from the barricades and defensive positions; our army has suffered few casualties, and Baron Vaudon is leading his infantry regiment to continue to advance, attacking the enemy trying to resist! "

Accompanied by Zhentian's shouting and gunfire, one news after another was continuously sent from the frontier battlefield to the Aiden Barracks outside the northern city wall.

Under the pouring rain, although the young Duke Aiden tried desperately to remain calm and composed, cold sweat continued to seep from his temples, the back of his neck and the palms of his clenched hands.

It's a big gamble.

Although Anson Bach's life or death is uncertain, although he knows the deployment of the entire Storm Division, even though the Storm Division's troops are less than half of their own... But they are Clovis people.

They were able to face the empire head-on without losing the wind. They wiped out the Iser Guard Corps in the first battle, and destroyed the Clovis, one of the Seven Cities Alliance, in just two days!

This level of prey, no matter how weak it looks now, must be vigilant!

What's more, the Aiden Legion, which seems to be the dominant force, is already at the end of the battle. The average ammunition of each soldier in each company is less than 20 rounds. Many people don't even have spare bayonets, and can only continue to fight with dull knives or damaged weapons.

If we can't rely on the strength of the army, we are destined to lose every step of the way. Of course, the whole line is not defeated by the number of the two sides, but once defeated, we are destined to pay the price for the behavior of "blatantly tearing up the agreement".

But now it seems to be going well.

Relying on the reconnaissance of the Storm Division before the war and the 3,000 infantry and elf spellcasters ambushing in the city, he successfully caught Anson Bach by surprise, and firmly controlled one of the original most important strongholds, the Governor's Mansion— -Occupying this place is equivalent to occupying the center line of the battlefield, and then you can deploy troops without any scruples, and constantly compress the living space of the storm division...

Until they were blocked in one stronghold after another, and then closed the door and beat the dog.

But even so, Duke Aiden's face was still serious, and there was not a trace of joy in victory.

Because it was so smooth!

The forward position that the Storm Division spent two days building collapsed two-thirds in less than two hours, and also lost a series of important barricades and defensive nodes, so that the Aiden Legion could attack the entire line with impunity.

Those positions that seemed to be extremely strong, and even in Duke Aiden's heart, had prepared to pay two or three times the casualties, but they collapsed as quickly as a dam burst under the full-line offensive of the Aiden Legion.

Judging from the information received on the front line, apart from the decent resistance of the storm division defenders on the western front, the remaining defenders probably did not carry out any organized resistance, and even started without firing a shot. He retreated in panic.

Is this reasonable?

This is very unreasonable!

According to the information provided by Matthias, although this Clovis army is a conscription, the funders and founders are the Rune and Franz families - the former is Clovis's oldest bloodline, and the latter The leader of the family is the Archbishop of Clovis!

Therefore, even if they are slightly inferior to the ordinary Clovis army, the combat effectiveness should be on par with the army of the Empire, otherwise it cannot explain why they were able to annihilate the Janissaries in the battle of Eagle Point.

And now the Clovis army on the opposite side is completely different - if it wasn't for the unicorn flag, Duke Aiden almost thought he was facing the army of the Carindians!

The very smooth battle situation made him vigilant, and he even rejected all his generals' requests for additional troops one after another, holding the reserve army of 5,000 people in his hands, and never willing to put more troops into the front line.

Even if he knew very well how tempting he would get with the current situation as long as he invested a thousand more people.

"What are you worried about?"

Watching the young duke drive back the messenger who asked for reinforcements again, Matthias, who had always remained silent, couldn't sit still. He also invested a huge cost and risk in this battle. Invincible:

"The fruit of victory is at hand, why not pluck it?"

"Because it could be a poison apple!"

Duke Aiden said coldly, with a very complicated expression under his rain-drenched hair: "Clovis's army is not that fragile, this must be a trap!"

"Maybe it's because Anson Bach is dead?" Matthias asked:

"He does have something to do with the Rune family, but as far as I know, he should be just a not-so-gifted person—the talent among you humans, and there have been records of the same spellcaster."

"But what if he's not dead?!" Duke Aiden asked back:

"If all this is part of his plan, let us take the initiative to attack and tear up the agreement, and then use the means of lure the enemy to lead us around the warehouse stronghold to be defeated, what should we do?!"

Before he finished speaking, a wet messenger suddenly broke into the tent and shouted to the two of them impatiently:

"Report! Baron Dick and Baron Woden have completely broken through the defense line~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are currently besieging the warehouse stronghold, asking for reinforcements!"

"what?!"

"So fast?!"

The stunned two shouted in unison and looked at each other.

"It seems that the great Primordial Ring has personally delivered victory to you." Mathias looked at Duke Aiden, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise:

"So...what are you waiting for?"

Feeling the two pairs of burning eyes on his side, Duke Aiden's expression changed as he tried his best to restrain his inner impulse.

Ten minutes later, the loud bugle sounded accompanied by the roar of thousands of soldiers; Duke Aiden made up his mind to throw all the reserve troops into the battlefield except for the guards.

Looking coldly at the distant legion, Duke Aiden in the rain clenched the handle of the knife tightly, his face extremely hideous:

"Won!"