I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (

The dust and gravel on the ground also trembled with the thunderous scream.

Under the darkness of night, countless soldiers of Iser Elf walked along the wide roads and muddy paths, from the grass, the edge of the tidal flat, the dense forest... From all corners and all directions, to the burning black smoke shrouded in Pounce on the ground.

"The enemy is attacking—!"

Roman's hoarse roar echoed in the roar like a huge wave:

"The Clovis - prepare for battle!"

"Meet the enemy!"

The soldiers on the ground panicked.

It is also impossible for them not to panic - they suffered a devastating bombardment for more than ten minutes without warning, and then there was the sound of the enemy attacking; Trained or trained veterans will know this means one thing...

It was a prepared ambush.

And they are already surrounded!

In the shadows of the dancing fire, the figures of the Iser elves were like evil ghosts wandering from the darkness, vague and indistinguishable; they roared and roared, pouring into the battlefield shrouded in thick smoke.

In order to defend against possible ambushes and sneak attacks, the Southern Corps was well-prepared on the outskirts of the barracks - from fences to trenches, to parapets and foxholes at ambush points...all kinds of facilities.

But now all those well-prepared fortifications have been bombed to rubble in the shelling just now; there are only a few extremely simple trenches standing between the southern legion camp and the enemy.

The guards of these trenches were only the line soldiers who were reluctantly assembled by him in a hurry, thousands of establishments were broken up, and the command system was a mess.

Roman's face sank like water.

He ignored the panic-stricken self-talk of the young grenadier behind him, and did not disturb the veterans who were kneeling on the ground in the trenches and praying to the ring of order over and over again. Iser Elf.

Then... the corners of his mouth grinned into a sneer that made the young grenadier shudder behind him.

"The order!" Roman said without turning his head:

"The 3rd and 7th Infantry Regiments entered the left-wing position, the 5th and 8th Infantry Regiments entered the right-wing position, let go of the central front, and leave the flags of each unit on the position, but not one soldier or one soldier!"

"The grenadier regiment and guard company all entered the central position, spread out the lines, and each company fought independently, maintaining suppressive firepower; once the enemy began to try to intersperse and break through, don't block it, but keep the establishment and not collapse, and retreat to the flanks in an orderly manner. Avoid the front of the enemy;"

"Artillery Battalion... If there are still people alive, let them aim the field of fire at the road, solid bullets, grenades or shrapnel, regardless of the pound, shoot as many as you have, until the artillery explodes!"

"As for the rest of the troops...if the reorganization is completed again, those who can be put into battle, let them all stand by on the last line of defense; if there is no attack instruction, unless the enemy is close to fifty meters, they are not allowed to fight back!"

"Yes!"

The young grenadier replied quickly, beating his chest with his right hand in a salute; then he lowered his head and looked at Roman cautiously: "So...how long do we have to persist before we can break through?"

"When will we break through? It's up to our enemies to decide."

The flashed "smile" appeared on Roman's face again: "Speaking of which... I'm actually just as curious as you are, wondering how long they can last."

Ugh?

The grenadier's face froze.

………………

At the same time, the jungle outside the military camp.

Dizziness, tinnitus, numbness... All kinds of familiar feelings made Ludwig think he was back two years ago.

At that time, relying on his personal strength, he successfully became a colonel of the army and the artillery commander of the Lion Fortress. When he inspected the warehouse, he was almost sent to the sky by the corrupt quartermaster with shoddy artillery.

That was the first time he "felt personally" the terrifying power of a 12-pounder gun.

Desperately trying to get up, he found that something heavy was pressing on his chest; Ludwig raised his hand and pushed the fainted Draco aside, struggling to support his body with his legs. , staggered toward the burning barracks.

"Wait...cough...cough...wait a minute!"

Draco, who was pushed away and touched his head, woke up instantly, hurriedly got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and quickly stepped forward to stop Ludwig who wanted to leave:

"What are you going to do?!"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Ludwig glanced at him with incomparable disgust:

"Go away! For the sake of telling the truth, I just don't have to shoot another Clovis."

"It's related, it's related!" Draco, who was still in shock, swallowed:

"I can't just watch you die here!"

"Why?" Ludwig said coldly.

"Because, because...because..." Draco was at a loss for words.

Yes, why?

Looking at the embarrassed but murderous Ludwig in front of him, the novelist immediately realized that although he had a thousand very appropriate and reasonable reasons, none of them could stop the commander-in-chief. .

He couldn't even let himself die from his gun after he finished speaking.

Draco couldn't tell the archbishop's own son how important his existence was to keeping the world in chaos, destroying the original order of the Elven Kingdom of Iser, and breaking the shackles of the Church of Order on the world.

There's no way to tell him that someone he trusts is actually... uh...

So he had to change his mind.

"Because I'm Anson Bach's friend!" the sincere Draco blurted out:

"A close friend! That's why I can't watch my close friend's boss and friend, you! Ludwig Franz, died at the hands of the despicable, renegade Iser elf!"

"Best friend?"

Ludwig's expression was very subtle.

"That's right!" Draco nodded quickly, and patted his chest without disobedience, saying that he never cheated:

"Friends!"

"When did this happen?"

"...A few months ago, I can't remember exactly."

"months ago……"

Ludwig nodded slightly and narrowed his eyes slightly: "So since the Iron Sky, the two of you have hooked up together... Right?"

"Uh?!"

Draco was in a trance for a while, when he heard the movement of the revolver magazine turning in his ear; when he lowered his head, he saw that the gun in Ludwig's right hand had been pressed against his throat.

"Your Excellency Draco Wilters, you may have surprised me too much." Ludwig said coldly, with a ferocious flash in the corner of his eyes:

"So I'm sure you're still not telling the truth 100% - tell me what the Thirteenth Council is going to do?"

"I said I don't know!" Draco looked anxious:

"Please! Hurry up, it's really too late!"

"Still not saying yes?"

"What did I say, I really don't know!"

"Really?" Ludwig snorted coldly, looking at the collapsed novelist with contempt, and then...

Aim the muzzle at his temple.

"Stop, stop! Don't do this, don't do this?!" This time Draco really collapsed to the point of crying.

Obviously, the commander-in-chief is sure that no matter how much he pays, he will not be allowed to die here.

"Are you going to tell me?" Ludwig held the hammer with his thumb, expressionless.

"Tell me!" Draco raised his hands in surrender:

"Uh, what do the Thirteenth Council want to do? They want to take power, overthrow the current Elf King, re-establish a new king, want to start a full-scale war against Clovis, and want to purge all the forces in the country that support the Church of Order... They want more It's gone! And the most important thing to do to achieve all this is to wipe out the southern army and get the head of your commander-in-chief!"

"Only your head can unite the entire Iser Elf Kingdom, pull up the Empire to fight against the Church of Order for them, show their loyalty, prove that they will fight with Clovis to the end, and let the Empire have no worries at all, and fully support the Iser Elf. kingdom!"

"Therefore, General Ludwig Franz, you must not die! You are alive, the Southern Legion and Clovis have not been defeated, and the elven kingdom of Iser will not be fully united; If the elves punish the war, there will be a turning point!"

What's more important is that as long as your own son of the archbishop is still alive, the archbishop of Clovis will not fully support the church to interfere in this war, so as to prevent the expansion of the church's power and make the orderly world continue to turmoil - of course this. Can't say... Draco secretly said in his heart.

"You want me to abandon the army and run away alone?" Ludwig put away his gun and looked at Draco with the same contempt in his eyes:

"It's impossible. Besides, there are enemies everywhere now. What's the difference between fleeing alone and actively seeking death?"

"You're right, if you just run away like this, it's true." Draco's face finally showed a smile:

"The enemy is the Thirteenth Council - the casters of the Ysir elf, in some ways even better than the old gods in other parts of the world of order; for example, if you run away like this, they have a way to catch to your trail."

"That……"

"But!" Draco snapped "Crack!" and pointed:

"I have a perfect way to keep you out of their hunt."

Ludwig's expression moved slightly, and his right hand quietly pulled the revolver trigger.

"The principle is very simple and not too complicated; in general, it is to take advantage of the usual blind spots of these spellcasters - you may not know, this kind of guy is just like some particularly stubborn gifted people. 'There is a kind of self-confidence, so as long as... ugh, why did you interrupt me, why did you take out the gun again? You are trying to..."

Without giving Draco a chance to continue speaking, Ludwig, who raised the revolver, raised his hand expressionlessly and pointed behind him.

The novelist, who suddenly realized something, twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around slowly, and turned his head to look behind him—the smiling elf girl had appeared behind him at some point.

Draco let out a long sigh, looked at the elf girl in front of him as if he had completely given up, and slowly bowed to her:

"Good evening, Your Royal Highness Princess Freya Mosesfield!"

"And... Her Majesty the future Elf Queen of Iser!"

The elf girl smiled, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Ludwig's pupils shrank abruptly, and his right hand holding the handle of the gun tightened even more.

"This kind of 'guy' is like some particularly stubborn gifted person, who is very confident in his 'ability', so as long as... what?"

The innocent and lovely elf girl spoke softly, her blood-colored pupils staring at the novelist with trembling power: "Go ahead, Your Excellency Draco Wilters."

"Oh, Louis said it... It's not a good habit to not finish the speech."

"As long as... show enough goodwill, you can become friends with them." Draco, who bowed deeply, said to the elf girl carefully: "So, Your Majesty, the Queen..."

"It's so late, do you have the honor to invite you to have a potluck nearby-I treat you."

Until staring at the novelist's pitiful face full of ingratitude, the corner of the elf girl's mouth burst into a smile like a blooming flower.

And then... holding down the hilt at the waist!

…………

"clang!"

The long and narrow saber smashed the rifle that was stabbing in the face, and stabbed straight into the chest of the Iser elf; the blood-guzzling elf soldier was kicked down, and the heavy military boots stomped directly on his face.

"Grenadiers ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Attack!"

The blood-soaked Roman roared, and the long knife, which was already full of cracks, slashed like fangs. .

For the talent who inherited the bloodline of the "Wild Hunter Knight", this kind of stimulation is the best nourishment for him to continue fighting.

Encouraged by the commander, the grenadiers on the entire position fought desperately and **** battles, using a rain of bullets to turn the zealously driven Iser elf into gradually icy minced flesh lying in a pool of blood.

But the number of enemies was so great that even if the entire grenadier regiment, guard company and some elite skirmishers were spread out over the entire line of defense, they could not stop their attack.

Fortunately, most of these enemies were not elite, and their combat effectiveness was significantly different from that of the Iser elves in the battle of Eaglehorn City; therefore, almost from the very beginning of the battle, the two sides quickly fell into the stage of confrontation.

They hid in the trenches, mobilized a small group of troops to try to launch a surprise attack while firing, but they quickly retreated and did not dare to advance.

And this is also a common problem for most recruits who have received "modern training" - they only dare to shoot from a distance, and have no courage to fight hand to hand.

Therefore, many old-fashioned armies—especially the old-fashioned armies of elite noble knights—could easily defeat at least two or three times their own “new army” as long as they dared to withstand a few rounds of salvos and charge within 20 meters regardless of everything. .

But this also has an upper limit, not to mention that when the enemy is several times more than himself... In less than a quarter of an hour, the central position has been lost for more than half, and it is only a matter of time before it is penetrated.

And at this moment, Roman, who was covered in blood, suddenly picked up the rifle of the Iser Elf on the ground, and pulled the trigger against the sky.