I Will Be The Crowned King

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On the 23rd of August of the 100th year of the saint's calendar, west of Aiden, the Earl of Wastestone Castle.

On the wasteland with the dim light of the morning, a "torrent" wrapped in billowing smoke and dust flows quietly: thousands of cavalry, trucks and artillery vehicles have blocked the simple sandy road, and even the roads are full of waste stones and bushes. The field was also filled with dense phalanx of infantry.

Thousands of military boots, horse hooves, and wheels made endless noises, setting off choking smoke and dust, gathering an unprecedented military force in the entire Hantu.

If you stand on the top of the morning ice peak and look down, you can see a huge "fan" that is enough to fill the entire horizon, like a giant beast struggling to move its huge figure, stupid and chaotic.

Although Hantu is known as "a stomping of feet can pour out an army of 150,000", when this army really appeared, the nobles of Hantu-especially Claude Francois and his two grand dukes ——Only realized that Han Tu, who had been at peace for more than half a century, had forgotten how to fight.

The most intuitive manifestation is in the aspect of marching.

Although the "300,000 army" was really made up, it had to be divided into five because of the weak logistics system, otherwise the soldiers would starve to death in batches; low organizational ability and uneven Qi's training level has led to the fact that he is still "within the national border", and the cooperation between the marching route and the various legions is still chaotic.

Aiden, who is all over the hills and wasteland swamps, has magnified this problem countless times.

Aiden is definitely a special case in a land known for its richness and fertility; a poorer life may have shaped the gritty character of the Aiden, but it is definitely not paradise for an army in need of massive supplies.

Compared with Carindia, which is rich in delicious seafood, Mist, known as the "bread basket of the earth," and Thun, which is full of plantations, Aiden's specialty is...well...wild goat.

So the soldiers, who were walking on the sandy road, wearing tattered military uniforms, carrying weapons and luggage, drinking sour beer, and eating hard wood and goat meat, quickly changed from majestic after four days of hard marching. All of them have dull eyes and dull expressions, just like the undead army of the legendary blood magic apostles.

Looking at the unbearable appearances of the non-Aiden soldiers around him, the still-spirited Grand Duke Aiden showed a flash of disdain on his face.

Sure enough... Except for the brave and adept Aiden people, the rest of the Hantu army are all rotten fish and rotten shrimps that are vulnerable.

Thinking of this, Archduke Aiden raised his head and looked at the blue horizon in the distance, even with the bad mood that he had received from the collapse of the top tower a few days ago.

Unlike Claude Francois, who is still "confident", as the leader of the only duchy bordering the empire in the whole land, Archduke Aiden believes that no one in the whole land knows the empire better than him.

This is a terrible opponent that can never be measured by numbers. Her strength is not just as simple as a vast territory and a huge army... In the face of absolute strength, number is often not even the most important factor.

Of course, if Claude is not so confident, but intends to wait and see or has any idea of ​​retreating, Archduke Aiden will revolt decisively and challenge the throne occupied by him.

He was not as shocked as the other nobles of the vast land when he fell to the top of the tower; it was very simple, the harsh words released can definitely be realized, saying that if you conquer it in three days, you can conquer it in three days. This is the strength and appearance that the empire should have. .

On the contrary, those "ruthless words" that were not realized are the real surprises.

Clovis is one such example - it was precisely because the empire spent nearly half a year and still could not make an inch on the border of Clovis, that prompted Archduke Aiden to choose to abide by the agreement with Anson during the battle of Shady Valley, and see later. For the sake of Clovis spare no effort to help, and the Francois family reached an alliance.

Otherwise... at that time, he would rather die together than be indifferent to the nearby Port of Carindia; or he would have joined the empire as soon as possible, and be a loyal leading party, following the current imperial expeditionary army. Flatten the whole land.

Because of this, Archduke Aiden was not surprised when he received the "fiasco" of Port Carindia from his heir, Reno-François, and he didn't feel any pity -- anyway, Leno's soldiers were basically He was a Mist, and he wouldn't feel bad if he died.

On the contrary, Ansen Bach deliberately bypassed the Francois family and directly supported the reconstruction of the Port of Carindia, which aroused his great interest.

Claude-François and Ansen Bach, who were once a good family, seemed to be beginning to crack as one of them was crowned king.

Maybe, this is a good opportunity to take advantage of...

Just as Archduke Aiden was thinking about whether it was time to rebel, a panting messenger suddenly interrupted his ambitious fantasies.

"Urgent report, the Mist Legion in front is ambushed by a large number of enemy troops, and it is suspected to be the main force of the Imperial Expeditionary Force! Right now, Ruko Visenia is leading the fierce battle with the enemy, please send support as soon as possible!"

"what?!"

Archduke Aiden, whose pupils were trembling slightly, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his temples and fell to the dust under his feet.

"Boom!!!! Boom!!!! Boom!!!!"

Among the plumes of smoke rising to the sky, the sound of shells falling to the ground exploded one after another.

On the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, Zhentian's screams of killing were even changed from the roar of guns. One after another, the Imperial Line Private Company, holding high the flag of the iris, drove out the soldiers of the Han soil with twice or even three times their strength. hurricane on the battlefield.

On the two flanks of the battlefield, the imperial cuirassiers and hussars, who were covered by their own artillery bombing points, had also completed their detours and began to pursue the defeated soldiers, happily hunting their prey with sabres and carbines, and at the same time attacking The officers and supervisors who were trying to resist were still conducting fixed-point encirclement and annihilation.

The excellent imperial artillery, based on the data continuously reported by these cavalrymen, constantly adjusted their direction, constantly hitting the enemy's line and the artillery positions that had long been destroyed by bombing - if they really tried to build artillery positions.

Because of the task of reconnaissance and sweeping, and more importantly, they never considered that the Imperial Expeditionary Force would leave the fortress of the top of the tower and take the initiative to attack. One regiment even pulled out the marching width of two regiments.

Of course, this is not what the Grand Duke of Mist wants. It is purely because this legion is almost entirely composed of the army of the Grand Duchy of Mist. Although it was appeased, it was not the Archduke Mist himself, but the Storm Division.

As a result, the Grand Duke Ruko Visenia is almost empty; even if a legion is formed, the Mist nobles, including his three heirs, have no respect for him, and each has his own army.

Even if he realizes that this is not good, and he wants to control it, he can't control anyone at all... Not to mention, as a qualified puppet, he is very conscious of this aspect, and he knows very well that as long as he doesn't interfere in anything, no one will take care of him. He threw himself down from the seat of the archduke.

In the face of the Imperial Expeditionary Force's all-out, merciless offensive, the Mist Legion, who was caught off guard, was hit almost destructively within half an hour of the battle.

"Why, why is this happening? Didn't Claude say that the empire would stick to... stick to the top tower?! Ah!"

At the rear of the Mist Legion, Archduke Ruko Visania, who was slumped on a chair, was already bloodless, like a hysterical little girl, shaking his gray beard and screaming harshly.

On the battlefield in front of him, the infantry division, which had desperately assembled the only remaining troops, had not yet launched a counterattack. It was first bombarded by the imperial artillery, followed by two companies of imperial cuirassiers stepping on the bombing point. Their flanks were attacked, followed by a bayonet charge of Imperial line infantry.

In less than fifteen minutes, the stubborn infantry division was beaten to the ground, and it was only by constantly shrinking its front that it could barely stand firm.

This is even not bad. The Mist Legion on the left and right flanks has already collapsed into groups, like a group of frightened rabbits rushing to escape, and the lines behind them are washed away. The hussars were driven around, encircled and annihilated.

Ensigns and rifles were thrown all over the place, so that Imperial soldiers could pick up their weapons and shoot them in the back without even having to reload.

Until Luko Visenia came back to his senses, his Mist Legion had basically lost its ability to fight, and was retreating in large numbers... It was not because the smoke was too heavy to see the surrounding situation. Even if they were beaten to the ground by the enemy, almost none of them even surrendered.

As for the reserve team that had not yet fought, it collapsed on both sides. As soon as the artillery position was over, they resolutely chose to run away and threw their Grand Duke on the ground alone.

Nonetheless, as the Grand Duke of Mist, Ruko Visenia also fulfilled his duty as the commander of the legion, and sent the most "loyal" Mist knights around him as standard bearers and war supervisors to various fronts. Struggling to maintain the position.

After all, no matter how backward, Hantu is also a country with a tradition of knights, and the most elite forces are still these knights who have or at least have the qualifications of "talented".

Strength, equipment, and talent allow them to easily organize small-scale counterattacks, reorganize panic-stricken troops to resist steadily, and somewhat slow down the speed of some enemy attacks.

But their opponent is the most experienced army of "talented" in the world.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force, who noticed the movements of the Mist Legion almost immediately, responded immediately—the rifle focused fire, the grenade exploded, the cavalry raided, or sent three to five "talented" knights to besiege at the same time...

When all the Mist knights found out that fighting back like this was simply to die, except for a few loyal or upright guys, more chose to refuse to carry out the orders of the Archduke, or simply fled the battlefield.

"It's over! The Visania family is over! Mist is over! It's over, it's over!"

Luco Visania, who was slumped on the chair, only screamed hysterically; at this moment, he was now seventy years old, and he felt much older, almost the same as his eighty-seven-year-old. Father is as old.

"I can't give up yet, Grand Duke!" A certain blood-covered knight slapped his shoulders and roared piercingly:

"You can't sit still so soon when everything is over!"

"You, you mean..." Grand Duke Mister's eyes lit up:

"You mean you are willing to bring the army and launch another counterattack?"

"No, that's a death sentence!" The knight categorically vetoed, pouring cold water on Luko Visania, who had just raised a little hope:

"I just saw the fleeing artillerymen drop a few horses and a trolley on the ground, if you want to go, it's too late!

Ruko Visania: "..."

So under the persuasion of the knight for ten seconds~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Archduke Mist finally reluctantly admitted his importance to the great Mist people, and took the initiative to climb into the carriage with tears in his eyes. Follow the galloping knight to the safe rear.

As soon as the remnants of the Mist Legion, who were still struggling to resist, saw that the Grand Duke himself was gone, their morale instantly collapsed, and they gritted their teeth and surrendered to the Imperial Expeditionary Force that was attacking on the opposite side.

………………

"It's just… so boring."

Looking at the Mist Legion that was almost collapsed in an avalanche on the opposite side, the Imperial Expeditionary Force Commander Caspar Herred's eyes were almost filled with disappointment.

Although he knew before the war that his enemies were a bunch of rotten fish and rotten shrimps, with more than 20,000 people and more than 20,000 pigs, there was basically no difference; but he never imagined that he would seriously overestimate them.

It was just a tentative attack, but the Mist Legion, which had been completely defeated, turned into a general attack; the Imperial Knights, who had conquered the fortress of the top tower and thought they were about to face a fierce battle, were surprised to find that they had not warmed up yet. The battle was already over.

The infantry line collapsed as soon as it was touched, the artillery position was destroyed as soon as it was bombed, and the cavalry turned like the wind, completely disregarding their own life and death... If it wasn't for the last enemy, it seemed that they organized a little bit of a decent resistance, and they almost regarded the enemy as a friendly army.

In Casper's memory, even the bandits in his hometown have more fighting spirit than these Han Tu people - at least before negotiating the price, the bandits who know how much they are worth can also pretend to be brave and fearless. dead.

However, the Han Tu people in front of them didn't even pretend to even pretend, they collapsed when they were beaten, and ran away when they collapsed. They didn't give the heroic imperial warriors a chance to exert their combat effectiveness at all.

"It doesn't make any sense at all, what the **** is this fight?!"