I Will Be The Crowned King

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Aiden, Barren Stone Castle, peripheral positions.

Negative.

On the gray horizon, many figures appeared suddenly.

"They're here!"

A sharp-eyed Thun officer shouted, pointing to the slowly floating smoke on the opposite side, as well as the chaotic figure in the smoke that looked like a surging magma: "It's the Royal Army and the soldiers of the Central Garrison Army, they Not all annihilation - I see the number on their flag!"

Looking at the surviving friendly troops in the distance, there was a small-scale cheer on the position, and everyone's faces showed a bit of joy.

Except for some hapless Army major.

"Yeah, here they come..."

Carl Bain, who was lying on the trench, twitched involuntarily, and whispered to himself, "And the... Imperial Expeditionary Force who followed them."

Through the brass telescope in his hand, the screeching golden iris flag, and the entire row of lines below made his pupils shrink.

Nine columns of phalanx, at least 10,000 Imperial soldiers, unhurriedly followed behind the fleeing Hantu soldiers, maintaining a distance of almost a straight line range of a six-pounder gun, along the road to the barren stone fort defense line. imminent.

"These foolish knight masters have been saints for a hundred years, and they are still holding a dense formation. Can they grow a little bit?"

Looking at the oppressive "black line" on the horizon, the cursing Carl Bain tried his best to restrain his trembling body, and the telescope screen attached to his face shook violently as if torn.

He secretly glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes, and the soldiers in the trenches were still smiling, whispering to each other in low voices, and every now and then there would be one or two laughter...

They are completely unaware of how dire the situation is now.

Of course, in a sense, this may be a good thing... If they understand that these "friendly troops" are actually tools and "hostages" that the enemy deliberately released to attack the city, Carl doubts whether this gang of rogue troops can be as calm as they are now .

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The dense and messy footsteps are rushing towards the defense line with the smoke and dust rolled up by the running of the defeated soldiers, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

"The soldier is in place - keep calm!" Karl, who threw away the binoculars in his hand and looked around, yelled at the people around him:

"The gun is on the shoulder! Deploy in an orderly manner, waiting for the order!"

The brisk drum beats sounded, and the Thun and Aiden soldiers, waving the thorn flower flag, quickly entered the front row of the position and took the brand-new Leiden rifle from their shoulders.

Compared with the small lords and the private soldiers of the city-states who were organized into a pot of porridge, Carl still had a more favorable impression of Thun and Aiden's armies-their combat power was no different from other stinky fish and shrimps, but at least the organization was roughly unified. of.

The 4,000-strong Thun Army and the 3,000-strong Aiden Army can basically be roughly divided into ten infantry regiments. It is much simpler to command than other troops; All under the command of the chaotic organization, one person issues orders to dozens of companies and hundreds of platoons.

As a very self-aware ordinary person, Carl Bain does not think that he has such superb "micro-manipulation" skills - so these troops are arranged by him in the fortress, and they stick to those independent strongholds and fortresses.

Such a rigid arrangement will definitely cause problems once a war is launched. It is easy for the enemy to find a weakly defended breakthrough. The surrounding troops cannot divide their troops to rescue because of the order... But Carl really can't control that much.

"Order the artillerymen in the fortress, put the muzzle... Forget it, let them reload the propellant and shells as soon as possible, and immediately fire when they get the signal to cover the retreat of the defeated soldiers."

Looking at the aggressive and oppressive golden irises in the distance, and looking at the defeated soldiers who were already close at hand, all over the mountains and fields running towards this side, Carl, who was gnashing his teeth, clenched his fists and shouted to the surroundings:

"The messengers—and all those who think they're loud enough, signal the 'friends' to move toward the flanks of the position, where we'll open the gap and let them retreat safely to the fortress!"

The messengers who received the order immediately began to act. Hundreds of messengers scattered along the entire line of defense leaned out of the trenches and waved semaphores towards the routed soldiers in the distance.

This is also the reason why Karl assembled the armies of Thun and Aiden - almost all the "elites" taken away by Claude Francois came from these two principalities, even if the combat power is different, but at least various signals And the semaphore is definitely the same.

but……

"no respond!"

The messenger turned sharply back and shouted at the pale face: "No response - they didn't stop!"

"They are still approaching the front of the position!"

"Continue!" Cal, who forced himself to remain calm, stared at the golden iris flag in the distance:

"Blow the horn! Fire the shot! Use whatever method you can to get them out of the battlefield!"

The messenger who received the order immediately turned around and continued to signal the semaphore to the fleeing soldiers; the originally quiet trench became lively for a while, and with the gunpowder smoke into the sky, messy gunshots and harsh bugles continued to sound. Voice.

But...it didn't work.

The nearly 10,000-strong Hantu troops, as if they didn't see the signal on the ground, were still rushing towards the front, and the sound of heavy footsteps even changed the sound of gunshots and bugles.

"Still no response!" the messenger shouted:

"They're still approaching!"

The atmosphere on the position finally became a little tense, and the soldiers who began to realize that something was not right showed a bit of panic.

What's going on with these guys? Did the Empire break their brains... A hint of urgency appeared on Carl Bain's pale face.

"Five hundred meters—!"

The messenger, who was desperately holding the semaphore, reported loudly behind him.

"All in place!" Carl, who was extremely anxious, shouted hoarsely:

"Reload!"

The nervous soldiers took out the cylindrical paper shells from the ammunition boxes around their waists, bit off the end of the paper shells and loaded the gunpowder into the bolt, and then stuffed the remaining propellant and lead bullets into the barrel, and pressed them with a wire rod. Real gun.

Although Carl had already collectively "retrained" once when the weapons were installed, no less than a quarter of the soldiers had made a mistake - either spilling the gunpowder or stuffing the clear rod into the barrel of the gun. .

"Raise the gun!"

Regardless of whether the ammunition was successfully loaded, or the barrel was completely blocked with a clear strip, all the muzzles were still aimed at the outside, which is very gratifying.

"Three hundred meters—" But Carl couldn't feel the slightest joy now, and slowly raised his five-fingered right hand toward the surroundings, his hoarse shout with a little trembling:

"Barrel volley - fire!"

In an instant, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The soldiers who mechanically raised their rifles froze in place, and there was a brief riot in the position.

"grown ups……"

The pale-faced messenger slowly turned his head, with a hint of disbelief in his voice and expression: "You, you just said...said..."

"I said fire!" Carl Bain's pale face became a little more hideous:

"All in place, firing in columns, volleying fire—can't you hear me?!"

"Listen, hear, but..."

He originally wanted to explain that the troops on the opposite side were almost all Thun people, but Carl did not give him a chance to explain: "No but, only to die or to live!"

"Ah... ah?"

"Ah what?!" Carl grabbed his collar, irritably pulled the messenger into the trench, raised his hand and drew a gun and stabbed him in the forehead:

"To die or to live?!"

"Live!" The messenger, who was still hesitant just now, became articulate immediately: "Live! Live live..."

"Execute the order if you want to live!"

Carl shoved the gun into the chest of the messenger, raised his hand and snatched the rifle from another soldier, rushed to the front row of the line, and said hoarsely: "Everyone who doesn't want to die, shoot in salvo - fire!"

The moment the voice fell, the gun barrel in his hand roared loudly, shooting the scorching lead projectile towards the billowing smoke.

White gunpowder smoke rose, and a figure on the opposite side who was still running for his life in a panic didn't have time to respond, and fell to the ground with the sharp pain from his chest, and scarlet blood plasma spread under his body.

Since it is impossible to use "safe" methods to make these defeated soldiers withdraw from the battle, they can only be driven out by "excessive" means.

As Carl Bain fired the first shot, the Thun soldiers who were still hesitating subconsciously clicked the trigger; followed by the Aiden Infantry Regiment next to them, but the Aiden Regiment The Tuen regiment next to it...

The golden-red gun flames started from the center of the position and quickly spread to the two wings. Finally, the entire position began to shoot a row of salvos towards the fleeing "friendly troops", and the messy gunshots exploded on the position. .

In an instant, the momentum of the routed soldiers to flee was halted.

With the endless gunshots, the troop of nearly 10,000 routed soldiers uttered shrill curses and screams; the falling figures made the already chaotic troopers even more chaotic.

On the other side, according to the plan made by Carl Bain before the war, each infantry regiment was divided into six companies, and each company fired in turn, so that the entire position could continue to deliver firepower to the opposite side.

But now as the situation has changed, the entire reserve army - including Carl himself - has completely forgotten the plan, just repeating the shooting action numbly and mechanically, causing the choking smoke to cover the position.

What tactical doctrine, what strategic deployment... it doesn't make sense, just shoot, shoot!

Amid the roaring salvo, the Han Tu troopers, whose casualties were increasing rapidly, finally began to move towards the slightly weaker flanks to clear the frontal battlefield, exposing the Imperial Expeditionary Force that followed closely to the front of their positions.

"cavalry!"

Returning the gun to the soldier, Carl turned his head to the pale-faced messenger who was still clutching his gun, and shouted: "Let the cavalry intercept the retreating troops, gather their torsos at the back of the position, and throw them away with them. The weapon, stand by on the spot!"

"Those who dare to resist are... just... shot and killed!"

Carl, who had his hands behind his back, endured the fear in his heart and roared in his most ferocious and confident tone.

No one knows how many famous families and famous knights in Hantu are among the tens of thousands of defeated soldiers... But even if the entire Hantu is his wanted order after the incident, he does not dare to let these defeated soldiers enter the fortress directly— - The ghost knows what these people are thinking, or there are a few guys who want to compete with themselves, a foreigner, for command.

Now that the situation is in jeopardy, neither Barren Stone Castle nor Karl can withstand more tossing.

"As ordered!"

The same bloodless messenger replied... After being frightened to death with a gun to his head, he has become a "loyal fan" of the Chief of Staff of the Storm Division, daring not to resist in the slightest.

Ten minutes later, two teams of Thun hussars rushed out of the position and quickly blocked the way of the routed soldiers, driving them with sabres and revolvers to gather them right behind the position.

This is not Claude François's "kindness outbreak", I still remember that he left an elite force for the motley reserve army, just some mules and pack horses that were picked and left, and even the poorest knights looked down upon on the item.

And the current barren stone fort, these goods and the miscellaneous soldiers riding on their backs, have become the "Knight of Thun~www.wuxiaspot.com~ who is still guarding this fortress at the end. Karl with a complicated expression is breathing full of smoke. The air passed through most of the battlefield, which was already covered with the corpses of Hantu soldiers, and stared at the Imperial Expeditionary Force on the opposite side.

They are... quiet.

Compared with the roaring guns and the smoke-filled garrison positions, the Imperial Expeditionary Force's position was deadly silent.

Neither expelling the rout soldiers, nor directly attacking the weakest two flanks of the position, nor using artillery to indiscriminately bomb the rout soldiers, or launch an attack directly...

There, they formed an orderly formation, leisurely admiring the scene of Han Tu and Han Tu people killing each other; while they were in a hurry, like a clown on the stage.

What are they trying to do, are they planning to watch themselves consolidate their positions... Or are they deceived again, the enemy in front of them is just a cover, and the real killer is hidden in those defeated soldiers?

I… did I miss something again, or did I forget something?

Carl Bain frowned, all the muscles in his body were shaking unnaturally, his breathing became more and more rapid, and even the picture in front of him began to flicker.

"grown ups!"

The voice of the messenger sounded from behind him: "The defeated soldiers have basically withdrawn, do you want the soldiers..."

"Can't stop shooting, no one can stop shooting!" Without taking his breath away, Karl shouted anxiously: "Continue to maintain the current momentum, and don't stop for a moment!"

Don't care, just die if you want to die - you imperial people can do whatever they like, and I will fight according to my method!

"Send a signal to the artillery to wait another fifteen minutes and fire immediately in fifteen minutes!"

"Cannonballs... how many cannonballs hit me!"