I Will Be The Crowned King

Back in time twenty days before the fall of Iron Bell Castle...

On the 21st of June of the 100th year of the saint's calendar, in the western border of the Elven Kingdom of Iser, somewhere in the wilderness; a "torrent" composed of people was slowly flowing, advancing from east to west.

Thousands of military boots, horseshoes, and wheels passed by, making an endless sound; the military flag such as Lin fluttered slowly in the breeze with the crisp drum beats and bugles.

In the dense queue, no high-spirited fighting spirit could be seen on the faces of every soldier, some were only tired, depressed and depressed; The grass and woods—as if there was not a breeze, but a whisper.

The officers walking on the side of the queue were even more sullen, and their suppressed eyes contained several times more anger than usual; if they were a little unhappy, they would conduct "action education" for some "disobedient" soldiers...even if Being beaten to death, the soldiers around him would only watch from the sidelines.

This huge team of more than 10,000 people marched steadily in such silence, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The reason for all this can be traced back to the siege of Antlers Fortress not long ago.

Facing the insistence of the Elf King Yisel at all costs, the "reverse water" of the elven nobles from all over the world, coupled with the complex terrain... Even with the power of crushing artillery, it still failed to give the Southern Legion much advantage; even if the two sides The casualty ratio can be called crushing, and several storms were still unsuccessful in the end.

In particular, after the elven nobles suddenly broke the tacit understanding between the two sides and began to organize an attack on the southern legion, the threat of the long and fragile logistics line forced them to choose to retreat, and were forced to give up the military adventure of raiding the royal court.

So after experiencing an anticlimactic positional battle, the southern legion hastily started the retreat in the chaos-because the retreat plan was not carefully prepared from the beginning, the southern legion could only choose to follow the path of the attack. , to their current only military stronghold in Isir.

But there are two problems with doing so.

First of all, there was no resistance at all when the Southern Legion marched, so the road chosen was also the shortest and closest road to the Elven Royal Court of Isel, in other words, it was bound to pass through the territory of many elven nobles.

They had no problem doing this before, because the local nobles did not dare to resist, but now these lords are raising troops one after another; although most of the combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning at all, it has also caused a lot of trouble for the rushing troops.

Second, is the pursuit.

For an army with a scale of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, failing to achieve its strategic goals is not the most terrifying thing. What is truly terrifying is the counter-offensive that the enemy must face after failure.

The army eager to retreat is destined to abandon a large number of cumbersome baggage and heavy artillery, which means that their firepower deterrence and the duration of the battle will show a cliff-like decline; once there is no complete retreat plan before the war, ensure organization and establishment Complete, if each combat unit has clear instructions and tasks...

The so-called retreat is almost destined to evolve into a rout or even a rout, being pursued by the enemy, outflanked, surrounded and annihilated one by one - those almost terrifying battle casualties basically appeared at this stage.

But the Southern Legion was lucky, because almost as soon as they withdrew from the siege of Antlers Fortress and left a pile of unwanted baggage, the defenders of the fortress immediately stopped their pursuit.

At the same time, the armies of these elf kings did not show any signs of joining the armies of the elven nobles; the two sides had similar outfits, but the flags they played were distinct, as if they had the same enemy, but they were still on guard against each other, and each had a ghost in his heart. of the Allies.

Although it is not clear why the elven nobles who are at odds with the elf king suddenly become "loyal to the kingdom", it seems that the contradiction between the two sides has not really been resolved... This also relieved the retreating southern legion and avoided the worst condition.

But that's just a breath of relief.

The defeat of Antlers Fortress was tantamount to an unprecedented blow to the Southern Legion, which had won consecutive victories before—this blow was not only on the battlefield, but also mentally.

When victory is close at hand, and the enemy is only half a step away from kneeling and begging for mercy, he is suddenly interrupted, and even if he does not retreat obediently, there is a risk of being cut off from supply lines and retreats, surrounded and annihilated...

Using the word "mind explosion" can almost describe the morale state of the Southern Corps at this moment.

Among these people, a small number of them almost collapsed completely, and their self-confidence fell directly from the stratosphere into the ocean trench.

Well, like Ludwig Franz.

In the marching army, the commander of the Major General's regiment kept his brows furrowed, and his indifferent face seemed to be indifferent to everything around him, so much so that even the commander of the grenadier regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Roman, his most loyal confidant, confronted him. He reported the situation carefully.

Based on Roman's understanding of Ludwig, the more serious, calm, and not flustered he appears, the more it proves that his heart is already in a mess, and any complicated situation or bad news may turn into a kind of gunpowder. barrel fuze.

His guess was basically correct, and Ludwig had collapsed.

Moreover, the confidence that had been built up with great difficulty collapsed completely in an instant.

The strategic policy is completely wrong. All the fruits of victory and achievements obtained before have been completely lost under the Antler Fortress. The judgment of the enemy's will to fight has been seriously underestimated, and the attitude of the Iser elf nobles towards the Kingdom of Clovis has been wrongly predicted. ...

If it weren't for the siege stage, Roman was resolutely opposed to putting the grenadier regiment into the fortified battle, always holding the position, and launching a counter-charge when the 20,000 army organized by the Iser elf nobles attacked... The southern regiment, there is absolutely no chance to maintain the establishment, like Retreat so calmly now.

And the price is that his most loyal and most elite grenadier regiment of nearly 1,000 people lost more than two-thirds in this meaningless battle!

what does that mean?

It means that according to the Clovis military system, this army has completely lost its combat effectiveness!

In order to block dozens of times the enemy's attack, these soldiers who had followed their own troops when they were recruited from Thunder Fort had to rush out of the trenches, and spread out two lines of thin and loose lines that were almost skirmish lines outside the position, and launched white swords in the face of a hail of bullets. charge……

With their **** bravery, Ludwig bought time to mobilize the army calmly to return to the defense, wiped out the 20,000 smelly fish and rotten shrimps of the Iser elf nobles, and won the sudden encounter.

But they lost the entire siege of Antlers Fortress, and it was a complete defeat.

And it was the day after he lost the siege that he received news from Anson about the war in the vast soil—the Storm Division had unified the eastern part of the vast soil, Carindia had surrendered, Aiden bowed his head and conquered Mist, all just time issue.

At that moment, Ludwig felt a deep gap.

Before, he always regarded Anson as a not very obedient but capable subordinate, a young officer who was occasionally "thoughtful", and a friend who would make him angry, but now...

With only 2,000 troops, he captured Eaglehorn City in a way beyond his imagination. After that, he led 5,000 troops across the entire vast land, from one victory to another, and was about to make the entire Han soil surrender at his feet.

But he, who has more than twice as much, is more elite and has more firepower, the Southern Legion, has ended up like this.

With such a huge gap, it is really difficult for Ludwig not to feel unbalanced.

In the current situation, if you want to completely destroy the resistance of the Iser elves, either let them take the initiative to seek death, fight a few large-scale decisive battles with themselves, and let tens of thousands of Iser elves bury their bones in the wilderness; Tens of thousands of troops have split up and marched on multiple fronts, smashing all the forces in this land that can still try to resist.

Beyond that, Ludwig really can't think of a third way to turn things around.

But whether it is these two or other ways, the current strength of the Southern Army is far from being realized; as for Ludwig to ask for domestic help, endure the army's shirk and endless humiliation... it is more straightforward to commit suicide.

Hence the letter.

Although this behavior of breaking promises and asking for help, it also frantically tortured Ludwig's little self-esteem after being devastated and ravaged; including preparing 20,000 troops in forty days, and how impractical a reserve army of 40,000 is, he is not clear .

But at this point, apart from expecting Ansen Bach to create another miracle like the one in Thundercastle, Ludwig really has nothing to do... Or to say that he has lost his little face for victory, which is responsible for him. There are still some.

Even if Anson, the "a little bit" greedy guy, would open his mouth or put forward some unbelievable conditions after the war, Ludwig was not unprepared.

As the sun gradually went down, the southern legion, which had been marching for a day, had to stop to repair and build a temporary camp.

This work is rarely valued at ordinary times, but now that the "myth" of Lian Zhan Lianjie has been broken, the Southern Legion seems to have picked up the "habit" of the Lei Mingbao conscription era again, and regards building fortifications as more important than fighting wars ; So that Ludwig, as the commander-in-chief, does not even need to ask too much, and each combat unit can erupt with huge subjective initiative.

The exhausted Ludwig rode through a busy camp; the officers around were still shouting that they had not yet failed, to make "the vile Isel good-looking"; but the soldiers The wooden faces, the forced smiles, and the tired and annoyed eyes revealed their true thoughts to the fullest.

Back in the tent, Lieutenant Colonel Roman, who had been waiting here for a long time, stood beside the lit brazier, with his hands behind his back, his stern face seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Is something wrong?"

Taking off his coat, the commander-in-chief frowned.

"No!" Lieutenant Colonel Roman was shocked:

"Just as before, to give you a routine report."

Ludwig, who narrowed his eyes slightly, saw through his subordinate's thoughts, but did not break it: "Well, how is the situation?"

"The camp has been set up, and a water source has been found. The estimated departure time is 5:30 in the morning tomorrow. There is no sign of any movement of the Iser elf army nearby." Roman said solemnly:

"According to the estimates of the reconnaissance cavalry, our army will be able to reach the cliff fortress tomorrow evening at the latest."

Ludwig nodded: "Is there anything else?"

"...No more for the time being." Roman, who paused for a while, said with his eyes wandering left and right.

"Then let's do this first." Ludwig hung the coat in his arms on the hanger:

"Now I need to rest, wake me up before three-fifteen tomorrow."

"Yes!"

The words fell, and Roman, who saluted, stepped out of the tent; Ludwig stood there and looked at his back.

Then... just as he was about to leave the tent, the head of the grenadier regiment stopped, pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and turned to look at the commander-in-chief:

"...There is someone I would like to meet with you."

Ludwig looked at him quietly: "Who?"

"Draco Wilters." Roman's expression was a little weird:

"He said he was a... novelist, a Clovis."

novelist?

Ludwig's expression was a little surprised - of course not because of why a Clovis novelist would come to see him, but he felt as if he had heard the name somewhere~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but just what he thought Can't even remember.

For the commander-in-chief, who could even remember the names of the commanders of every infantry battalion under his command, it was incredible.

"When there was a riot in the outer city of Clovis, this person once entered the Osteria Palace as a representative of a group of thugs and negotiated with His Majesty face to face." Roman reminded in a low voice:

"And about the cause of the riot... According to rumors, this person and the forces behind him are also one of the driving forces behind it."

"Also... Colonel Anson Bach seems to have had contact with this person as well."

"Ah!" Ludwig suddenly realized - he finally remembered.

He finally remembered why he had the impression, but he couldn't remember the existence of this person.

Because Sophia told him!

My "good sister" who dreams of being a detective all day and likes to find trouble for herself seems to admire this person quite a bit; this person once intervened in the Beigang rebellion and was involved in the activities of the Clovis Old God School, related to the Steel Sky incident, and also participated in After the riots in the outer city of Clovis, he threatened His Majesty Carlos II in person...

"So what is he doing with me?" Ludwig looked puzzled.

"I'm not very clear, but it seems to be related to some information about the Iser Elf." Roman glanced at the direction outside the door:

"Do you want to see him?"

"Is he in the barracks now?"

"Well, I placed him in the Grenadier regiment's camp and asked a few veterans to take care of him."

"Oh, that's just right." Ludwig snorted coldly:

"Tell your soldiers that this man is an old god, a rioter and a traitor to the kingdom; we have only one way of talking with this kind of person..."

"Shoot to death!"

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