I Will Be The Crowned King

On the morning mist-filled wilderness, with his back facing the distant backs of two imperial knights, Ludwig supported the injured Roman and walked towards the direction of the tied horse.

"That should be fine."

Ludwig, who bowed his head and thought to himself, said to himself: "It seems that Anson's judgment is correct. Louis Bernard is a guy who is easily influenced and sticks to certain principles."

Roman, who was supported by Ludwig, bent over, his expression silent and thoughtful.

This is a slightly helpless solution - the levies who were beaten unilaterally and faced a logistical crisis really have no confidence in this kind of negotiation except for hostages.

In this case, we can only hope that the enemy will keep his promise; it is not difficult to judge from all aspects that Kroger should have paid great attention to his younger brother, so he should not completely ignore Louis Bernard's request.

If there is still a way to drag this siege on, there may be a little turning point; but the trouble is that both parties are very clear that the Kingdom of Clovis dare not and cannot continue to drag it on.

The logistics of the conscription have lost the capital to delay the battle. As Kroger said: "The only thing you can count on is his magnanimity."

Shame... Even if I immediately recalled Kroger's arrogance just now, that kind of helpless anger would swell in Ludwig's chest.

He clenched his teeth tightly, never hating himself as much as he did at this moment, hating why he didn't have enough strength.

When Roman was suppressed, he couldn't do anything except watch from the sidelines.

If...if I didn't insist on joining the army, but accepted my father's arrangement to join the Knights of Judgment, I could at least...

"What's up?"

Vigilantly found that Roman suddenly stopped beside him, Ludwig asked with concern: "Is it a wound..."

"Do not!"

Roman, who was quick to deny, interrupted the Brigadier General's words, and raised his sharp eyes: "It's just... I feel that Kroger Bernard is a little wrong."

"We only fought once. Even though I tried my best to cover it up, he still saw through that the power of my bloodline came from the 'Wild Hunter Knight' of the Wharton family!"

"Is it possible...?" Ludwig, with a dignified expression, guessed with some hesitation: "After all, the other party is the descendant of the Empire's 'Sea Knight' Bernard family, and the bloodline of the oldest seven knights is definitely better than ours. The Lowe people understand - what's more, not all talented people can relate to each other... eh?!"

Ludwig's expression suddenly changed.

He remembered... Among the direct bloodline of the Bernard family, only Louis Bernard has inherited the power of the "Sea Knight" bloodline!

In that case, how did Kroger discover the power of Roman's bloodline?

No... More importantly, how could he, an ordinary person without the power of blood, be able to suppress Roman who has the power of blood in all aspects, or even better? !

As a close friend, Ludwig knew nothing about the power of Roman's blood; once activated, the whole person would become almost violent, and he needed to rely on absolutely sober reason to suppress his desire for destruction;

In exchange, he will gain beyond the usual agility, strength and even instinctive fighting instincts.

But in the battle just now, Roman, the only one who had the power of blood, became the suppressed party—if it wasn't for Louis Bernard to stop it in time, it would not only be a matter of being suppressed.

Roman's face was gloomy, but Kroger's other words echoed in his mind.

Your blood will give me the answer.

What's the meaning? Could it be that the imperial defenders in Thunder Fort are really as I guessed, they...

"Don't think about it anymore, no matter how much you speculate, it's just speculation."

Interrupting Roman who was still thinking, Ludwig, who helped him to the horse, turned over: "It doesn't matter what the enemy wants to do, what matters is to do our own thing well!"

"The messengers from the Privy Council and the Army should be here soon, so I'll go back to the barracks; Roman, after you go back, go to Anson Bach's position immediately, call that guy back, and immediately lead the grenadier regiment to set off, giving you two days. , pacify Oak Town!"

"Yes!"

Watching Roman, who was galloping away, left, Ludwig, who confirmed that his best friend was generally safe, breathed a sigh of relief, and another "confidant" began to appear in his mind.

Anson Bach... The guy who always "everything is planned" and who has never seen him panic at all, must be nervously waiting for news from his side in the barracks right now?

……………………

Ludwig guessed half right, Anson is indeed very nervous now - but not for the result of this negotiation, that is not a problem for him now.

Lack of logistics...is the biggest problem at hand.

For the levies in the mainland, logistics should be the least of all their concerns; relying on a little wealth of steam trains' powerful transportation capacity, supporting an army of several thousand people in battle is not a problem at all.

Now that this supply line has been temporarily cut off, they finally found that the supplies that an Oak Town and the surrounding area can provide are completely insufficient to support the needs of the siege!

Therefore, even in order not to cut off the logistics before the supply line was restored, Ludwig had to order the supply of the entire army to be cut by one-third; when the first soldier found that he had received a loaf of bread, the original Rumors of "Oak Town Fall" immediately began to erupt.

In just one day, there were two consecutive protests in the position; the soldiers surrounded the logistics warehouse and demanded full supplies.

Although the commotion was quickly suppressed, and there were no casualties, many officers still had lingering fears and had to set an example and cut their supplies by one-third.

In this commotion, Anson and his 1st Corps seemed unusually quiet-although his supplies were also cut, but as a severely understaffed corps, Luther, who had previously set an example and erected a flagpole, was very quiet. When Vichy distributes supplies, it is distributed according to the full edition.

Relying on the backlog of inventory, Anson temporarily stabilized the morale of the 1st Corps, and at the same time made the soldiers of other regiments around him jealous.

So Lisa August, carrying a rifle, began swaggering into other regiments' positions, relying on her own canned meat to lure hungry soldiers into her "skirmish company" - in order to take advantage of the To replenish her crew as soon as possible before the official battle, Carl Bain offered her a high price of "one can for one soldier".

Under the power of the can, the two brought in nearly dozens of veterans from various infantry regiments back and forth, greatly enriching the combat effectiveness of the first regiment, which is barely good news.

The only problem is that seeing more and more "followers" behind Lisa~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anson feels that his saying of "two bowls of soup a day for a skirmisher" can no longer be concealed.

Although the logistics was stabilized by the reduction of supplies, it also further reduced the already unstable morale; especially the severe shortage of non-staple food made the officers who had no hope of this siege full of complaints.

But there are always exceptions...

"Pigeon?"

Anson looked at Lisa who was in front of him with a rifle in one hand and a half-dead pigeon in the other, and gestured at himself triumphantly as if taking credit.

"It should be the carrier pigeon of the Empire in the fortress." Carl Bain, who was biting a low-quality cigarette, said seriously, and twitched his throat very inconspicuously:

"I saw it fly over the Thunder Castle, and I guessed that it was probably a letter of help from the Empire, so I let Lisa down."

"Yes, Lisa shot it down!"

The flamboyant Lisa raised the rifle above her head, gesturing hard while still licking her dry lips.

"Have you found any information, such as letters?"

While taking the dove that should have passed away from Lisa, Anson still didn't forget to ask Carl.

"No... ah, it might be where it fell when it was shot down, and we didn't pay attention."

So this pigeon died quite unfairly.

Looking at the innocent white creature in his hand, he was just flying freely under the blue sky as usual, but he lost his life because of a war that had nothing to do with it, just like the former owner of his body...

With a deep sigh, An Sen looked at the two behind him:

"so……"

"How are we going to eat it?"