I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (

"No, I am against sending troops now to support Major General Ludwig Franz!"

In the not-so-spacious room, the sonorous and powerful voice of Little Secretary Alan Dawn echoed.

This was a temporary emergency meeting—at 10:30, the entire Storm Division and even the coalition had not woken up from the banquet for the coronation ceremony of Archduke Mist.

One-third slumbered with a hangover, one-third were trying to prove to one or more bedmates that they were not drunk and in good spirits; the remaining third had given up and Fight against the body and enjoy the joy of being able to lie in bed during the day.

Carl, Fabian, and Allen, the only three people in the army who still maintained good work and rest habits, were "caught" by Anson for a meeting.

No maps, no plans, no guidelines...just a letter.

Letter from Major General Ludwig Franz, Commander of the Southern Corps.

Sooner or later, this matter will be a showdown, and it is estimated that there is no way to avoid it - after all, Anson feels that he is still very loyal - of course, it is better to reach a consensus at the top when the war in the vast land comes to an end, and then hold a military conference to report the whole situation. Finally, look at the attitude of some "reliable allies" to decide how to help Ludwig in the end.

How should I put it... Mainly because Anson felt that at least among the four of them, there shouldn't be the kind of guy who dared to unabashedly disobey and watch Ludwig die.

then……

"According to the information that has been obtained so far, first of all, the southern legion has not suffered serious losses, the organization is complete, the core main force still exists, and it has a relatively stable supply line and a very solid frontier base, and it is not at the point of injury! "

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the little secretary holding the document made a generous statement: "Secondly, the setback of the legion in the hinterland of the Elven Kingdom of Iser is entirely caused by the strategic error of Major General Ludwig Franz, too much. The hasty attack caused the supply line to fail to keep up with the front, and without establishing a solid rear, blindly attacking the capital, resulting in failure!"

"As for the mobilization of 20,000 soldiers and 40,000 reserve soldiers within 40 days... this is not a problem, but it will definitely shake the confidence of our allies in Clovis! More importantly, the logistical strength of the Storm Division is simply impossible. Sufficient supplies for 60,000 soldiers!"

"In Hantu, we can still rely on the help of allies and rob...some friendly people to a certain extent, but once they go north immediately, the storm division must bear all the burdens for them, which is absolutely impossible for us!"

"The most important thing is that this is destined to be a thankless job - if you don't do it well, you will be punished, and if you do it well, it means nothing, because we just mechanically obey the commander-in-chief's instructions, and the credit is all For Major General Ludwig Franz, there will be no reward for all our hard work, any!"

As if afraid that other people might not understand the seriousness of the situation, the little secretary gritted his teeth and emphasized it.

In this regard, there was a strange atmosphere in the conference room.

"Cough cough! That..."

Carl, who was sitting across from him, coughed twice, first looked at An Sen who was embarrassed, and then carefully looked at the "angry" little secretary:

"I remember... you used to be a priest at Clovis Cathedral, weren't you?"

"That's right!" Allen nodded, and then said in a serious tone:

"But now I am Colonel Ansen Bach's loyal secretary, and of course I must give priority to his interests rather than others; it is totally not in the interests of Lord Ansen Bach to go to the rescue of Major General Ludwig Franz now. So of course I object."

This speech was full of positive energy, and Carl couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Fabien?"

Anson, who lowered his head, looked at the commander of his grenadier regiment with a bit of questioning in his eyes.

"Some of the views of Lord Alan Dawn and I overlap in part, and this is a thankless job - even if we do complete the task assigned by Major General Ludwig, the people of the Southern Legion will not feel that it makes us It's impossible to get any gratitude for saving them."

"It's more likely that they think we are here to show off and grab military exploits - of course, I don't mean to slander, just objectively cite a relatively common phenomenon."

"So take a 10,000 step back and say that even if Major General Ludwig is grateful to you, in order not to make other people feel 'injustice', I am afraid that he will not have any good feelings for you, or even give you too much benefit, but... …”

The former Guards officer said sternly: "But as a soldier, it is a duty to carry out the orders of your superiors, and it has nothing to do with interests."

"So?" Anson winked at him.

"So if you've made up your mind, no matter how difficult it is and how much it costs, the Grenadiers are guaranteed to get the job done - to follow through on all your orders."

Fabian replied very cleverly.

An Sen, who was "deeply touched" by this, also nodded slightly, applauding his grenadier regiment commander, and then slowly turned his attention to the chief of staff who was also "loyal" to him.

It means "it's your turn".

Sighing heavily, Carl Bain, with a helpless face, propped his elbows on the table so that his upper body could be supported—he had probably guessed what Anson meant, but this **** just wanted others to speak for him.

Well, to be more precise, he said it for him himself, as if he respected everyone's opinions.

"I think..." Carl, who spoke slowly, glanced at Anson without leaving a trace:

"must go."

"Why?!" the shocked little secretary blurted out.

"Yeah, why?!" This was Anson Bach, who was also "stunned".

Fabian, who was sitting behind the chief of staff, remained silent, looking at two of the other three with thoughtful eyes.

Resisting the urge to strangle someone alive, Carl Bain took a deep breath and raised the thumb and index finger of his right hand towards Anson: "Two reasons - first, what is this war called?"

Anson thought for a second: "Uh... Iser Punishment Battle?"

"Isir Punishment War, the main battlefield is the Iser Elven Kingdom, not the Seven Cities Alliance or the Hantuo!" Karl glanced at the crowd:

"Let me put it more directly. This war has nothing to do with Hantu from the beginning. We have only one enemy from beginning to end, and that is the Elf."

"But not anymore," Fabian added.

"That's right! It's not anymore, so who is it thanks to?" Carl knocked on the table:

"Now that the Seven Cities Alliance has fallen three and a half, the small country has either become a vassal, or is annexed and divided up by the big country. Nearly tens of thousands of people have died, and a small mountain can be piled up with all the lead bullets. Clovis?"

"Uh..." The little secretary, who was stared at by the bright-eyed chief of staff, trembled, and sat back in the chair very obediently:

"no."

"Yes! We invaded them on our own initiative, so that Han Tu was involved so quickly." Carl patted the clerk's little head: "That is to say, from the beginning, what happened to Han Tu was not in the Army or the Privy Council at all. Within the plan, it is a secondary battlefield that was accidentally opened."

"To put it more bluntly, it doesn't really matter to the country how the land is played; but if the main force is frustrated in the Elven Kingdom of Iser, it will be a major event that will affect the strategy of eastern Clovis!"

"What does it mean to be frustrated on the main battlefield? It's not just Ludwig Franz who is unlucky, he may be transferred to some less important western front and continue to be his major general; what about us? No one would think that The new commander can talk like Ludwig, can't he?"

Carl gave Anson a stern look.

"So, even if it's to keep what we've already earned in the land, and let the Army continue to turn a blind eye to us showing off on the secondary battlefields, we have to make sure that Ludwig is victorious in the frontal battles, so that they can keep the army of the Southern Corps in check. Action can't say half a 'no'!"

"Well, that makes sense."

An Sen nodded seriously, looking as if he had been completely persuaded, turning a blind eye to the different expressions of the three: "What about the second?"

"Second... The second is that once Ludwig loses, it will also threaten us." Karl picked up the letter on the table:

"The Clovis people in Hantu are full of people, just five thousand of us, and the Hantu army mobilized because of us has exceeded one hundred thousand; five thousand people can shock a hundred thousand people and make them obediently obey an infantry division commander. order, for what?"

"It's up to our Deputy Commander to be eloquent, or is he really invincible?" Carl sneered:

"Relying on the main force of the Imperial Guard Legion in the first battle of Eaglehorn City, and the national strength of the Kingdom of Clovis - but if the southern legion is defeated in the territory of the Elf Kingdom of Iser, Eaglehorn City will be recaptured by the elven army again. What do you think will happen next?"

"Even if the François family in Thun can still stand by our deputy commander for the sake of 'relatives', but at the moment, in addition to the five thousand Thun people in the Iron Bell Castle, there are also eight thousand Aiden legions. And the four thousand Mister Legion."

"Oh, and Carindia - the supply line of Carindia now accounts for two-thirds of the logistics of the Storm Division, and a large amount of deposits are still in the Hawthorn Cathedral in the port of Carindia; if the main force of the legion is After being annihilated, we are cut off by the Ysir spirits, can they continue to fulfill their promises?"

"I don't know if you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway." Carl spread his hands.

"That's right, we can't trust our Hantu allies too much."

Anson's tone was full of affirmation, and he looked at the other two again: "So I decided to support Major General Ludwig Franz, how about you?"

"I agree!" The little secretary was the first to nod his head:

"The Chief of Staff is right, it's in your interest to support Major General Ludwig Franz - I've changed my mind!"

"I agree too."

Fabian still said solemnly: "As a soldier, it is a duty to obey orders, there is no doubt about that."

"Really, that's good!" Anson smiled happily: "It seems that we all think the same way, so that's a consensus?"

"Of course, because I'm your secretary!"

"That's right, as a subordinate, it's also important to be consistent with the commander's thoughts."

Carl Bain rolled his eyes again.

At present, the storm division has finally made a lot of money and has established a firm foothold in Han soil; but this does not prove that the Clovis people have established a firm foothold in Han soil; on the contrary, if it is not done well, it is likely that would be the beginning of the problem.

The reason is simple - the Storm Division is a foreign army, and Hantu's own war is over.

Whether Anson willingly or compelled to, he has ended the war in the Middle Earth in various ways; then if the Stormtrooper wants to stay here, he will either have to start another war, or he must find another suitable enemy.

Ysir, the "very suitable" enemy.

The new Hantu has changed from the Seven Cities Alliance to the "Three Kingdoms Alliance". In order to truly unite these three countries, in addition to mutual interests and consensus, they also need a "voice certificate" - through the agreement to the Iser Elf. The war has allowed them to maintain trust "without grudges" between each other and Clovis.

Such a "counter-attack" of the vast earth against the Iser elf was already in the process of Anson's preparations, and Ludwig's letter of help only accelerated the plan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is the only one who can't do it now What is clear is how much preparation these Thirteen Councils have made, and to what extent are they going to push the lower limit of this war for their "greatness again".

No matter how you look at it now, the interior of the Elven Kingdom of Iser is probably completely divided. The forces of all parties are completely scattered, but they can unite again for the same thing.

Intuition tells Anson that the "Schrödinger's split" of the Iser elf may not be as simple as it seems, and there may be more than one force behind them trying to influence and interfere with them - for example, the Truth Society.

"In addition, although we have reached a consensus, this matter should not be rumored for the time being." An Sen said to everyone with a solemn expression:

"The incident happened suddenly, and if the explanation is unclear, it is likely to be misunderstood as the main force of the Southern Army has been defeated, to the extent that it will be annihilated without support - such rumors must not be allowed to spread in the army, especially not to the ears of allies. inside!"

"Therefore, until a more secure method is discussed, all information cannot be spread outside, but the work can already be started; try to achieve a smooth transition when it is announced, and if it is too bad, then consider revealing the truth - but you must also ensure that Our ally is the last person to know the news, is it clear?"

"Understood!" Everyone said solemnly.

Before he finished speaking, everyone in the room heard a loud "bang!" - the door was knocked open.

Leon Francois, who pushed open the door, was disheveled, and his flustered face was full of drunkenness, as if he was frightened by something just after waking up.

He walked quickly into the room, still holding a letter in his hand, and shouted at Anson as he walked:

"No, Anson, I heard that the Southern Legion has suffered setbacks in Iser, and it has been defeated across the board!"