I Will Be The Crowned King

"September 5th of the 100th year of the saint's calendar, overcast. It has been three days since the front line was defeated and the news of the Imperial Expeditionary Force's siege of the Barren Stone Fort reached Iron Bell Fort."

"The whole General Staff... no, the whole Iron Bell Castle is in a mess; very strange but interesting (of course, this is not appropriate or polite) is that everyone already knows what happened, everyone All very tacitly pretending that nothing happened."

"So much so that even the maid in charge of the fireplace knew that something was going on at the front, but Leon Francois, the heir to the kingdom, seemed to know nothing about it."

"Although I am just a humble and unworthy clerk, neither my position nor my status has required me to make some irrational decisions; but out of responsibility and sympathy, I privately disclosed the information to Leon ."

"He was shocked at first, and then fell into a long silence. I could even hear his teeth rubbing and his fingernails tearing apart the flesh on the back of his hand."

"After the quiet fifteen minutes passed, Leon, who seemed to have completed some kind of 'transformation', asked me in a very depressed voice, there are still a few days."

"Seven days... I replied, I know what he wants to ask."

"Leon thanked me and left the office."

"As a qualified clerk, it is the minimum standard to always arrange the things to be done properly-since the person who 'leaked the secret' to Leon Francois is me, then I have the obligation to undertake the follow-up work."

"Three thousand rifles, twenty-five trucks, one hundred military horses, two six-pounder cavalry guns... This is all the military supplies that Iron Bell Fort can immediately collect."

In the dimly lit quarters warehouse, Leon Francois in cuirassier attire stood quietly in front of the mountains of luggage.

His scarred hands gently opened the crate in front of him and slowly picked up a brand new Leopold rifle.

The simple weapon suddenly became extremely heavy and extremely cold at this moment.

Well, it's like the pen I usually use to write my diary.

His eyes swept across the empty jacket pocket, and the diary that he usually never left his body had been handed over to the little secretary for safekeeping by himself.

From now on, he will never use that thing again.

He... Leon Francois... no longer has to stand behind someone and record the brilliance of others.

Now he is going to start his own business!

Taking a deep breath, Leon turned sharply, and looked at the other three thousand equally determined eyes outside the warehouse gate with incomparable determination.

"Are you ready?" Leon Francois said lightly as he glanced at the crowd.

"Yes--!!!!"

Leon nodded slightly, pulled out the bayonet without expression, and skillfully installed it on the slot under the muzzle; the bright silver short blade stabbed straight into the sky with his raised right hand.

"Set off!"

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"September 10th, the fifth day after the departure of Monsieur Leon Francois, sunny."

"Although there is no conclusive evidence, my previous 'leak' behavior should have been discovered."

"The nobles of Iron Bell Castle began to disobey the instructions of the staff (or myself) more and more, a lot of work was delayed, and their dissatisfaction was expressed in the way of sabotage."

"I think the whistleblower was the maid who met me and Lord Leon before - the proof is that my room has not been cleaned for six days, and the fireplace has been cold."

"The milk that was delivered this morning was cold too, and it had... um... certain liquids usually used to express disgust and contempt."

"The direct consequence is that, except for the part controlled by the storm division, the entire top staff of Hantu has been completely paralyzed, and most of its functions have been unable to perform."

"The good news is that these jobs are no longer necessary. The barren stone castle is surrounded, and even if the logistics line is restored, it will only be transporting supplies to the enemy."

"Oh, and a good thing - I've gotten more sleep these two days because of the massive reduction in workload; nine hours of sleep a day is a really special treat, and I feel like my body is getting lighter And the pain every time I open my eyes has diminished a lot."

"But if you want to come to the Lord Carl Bain, I am afraid that you will have no luck - he was assigned to guard the deserted stone castle, and he should be very busy now."

"However, with the strong walls of the Barren Stone Castle, at least personal safety can be guaranteed, right?"

"Well, may the Ring of Order bless him, and may the Ring of Order bless us all, so that this war can end as soon as possible - whether or not it turns out as we..."

When the word "hope" was written, for some reason, the little secretary's right hand suddenly trembled.

He yanked his right elbow back, and the coffee cup on the edge of the table fell to the ground in his exclamation.

The delicate white porcelain cup was smashed to pieces in the viscous liquid spilled.

"boom--!!!!"

"The enemy fire strikes, the twenty-second time!"

In the rumbling sound of the cannon, Carl Bain, who had a blood-stained bandage on his head, shouted hoarsely, and pulled up the messenger who was shivering on the ground and curled up into a ball. Go to a cannon behind the parapet.

Almost two steps away, a deafening bang came from behind, almost knocking the two of them off the city wall.

"Concealment! Hidden cough nearby! Cough cough... Don't look up!"

The hoarse voice was mixed with the cough choked by the gunpowder smoke. From time to time, the shattered rubble and flesh and blood fell on the two people. The messenger who was dragged away behind them struggled desperately, and from time to time screamed in horror.

The imperial artillery positions in the distance are still spewing orange-red fireworks regardless of the cost, turning the lonely stone castle into a **** of the rule of gunpowder and fire.

With a wall of just ten meters, Carl felt as if he had walked for a lifetime.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lying on the ground and crawling into the fort, Carl, who couldn't take a breath, first dragged the messenger behind him to the corner of the wall.

It wasn't until now that he understood why the guy was screaming all the way - his left leg and right foot were blown off.

With a long sigh of exhaustion, Karl, who was panting in a low voice, staggered and sat beside the messenger; the cold and narrow fortress kept shaking slightly with the sound of the guns outside, and the falling dust and sand sprinkled on the two men's uniforms.

He raised his hand and touched his jacket pocket, but found only a tiny bit of debris left in the shriveled cigarette case.

"Give……"

The messenger who no longer screamed weakly lifted a cigarette case that was also shriveled, but had two cigarettes left, plus a box of matches, and handed it to Carl.

"Thanks."

Carl, who thanked him, took the pack of cigarettes and stuffed one into his mouth.

"Lord Carl Bain..." The messenger turned his head weakly, his eyes widening desperately:

"how much longer……"

How long will it take... Carl frowned with a cigarette in his mouth.

I also want to know how long it will take!

Why did these imperial **** persist for so long, why there was no news of reinforcements from the rear, why did the **** Anson not come to save people, why did Claude lose so badly, why, why...

Why am I always the unlucky one!

Eleven days, eleven full days!

The Imperial Expeditionary Force...they had no supply lines, no steady source of logistics, just the baggage they carried with them, almost certainly the bare minimum.

Carl himself does not understand the logistics system of the empire, but according to the Clovis military system, an army normally marches with roughly 30 days of luggage. If the marching speed is to be accelerated, it can be reduced to only seven to ten days... If it is necessary to advance quickly, all the baggage is discarded, and the soldiers each carry three days' worth of supplies.

With the rapid maneuvering of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which is divided into parts and repeatedly interspersed between several regions, he is almost certain that the supply on the opposite side cannot exceed seven days.

And then... today is the eleventh day.

"Cough cough... uh... this... it's coming soon! It's coming, it's really coming!" Carl, who was choked on by the choking, stammered.

Although he was completely clueless, he still tried his best to pretend to be full of confidence and not panic at all.

"Trust me, I've seen this kind of battle a lot! The more aggressive the enemy's attack, the more anxious they are, and the more anxious they are, the more they dare not drag it out any more - the day before yesterday was a round of artillery shelling, and the past two days have been Three rounds a day, what does this mean? It means they are in a hurry! Yes, they are in a hurry!"

"And we just want to make them anxious, and try to draw their attention to ourselves as much as possible, so as to create opportunities for the reinforcements. Do you understand? I said you...you..."

In disbelief, Carl turned his head and looked at the pair of darkened eyes, looking at the panic and panic reflected in those eyes.

Looking at this self who couldn't even deceive himself, and then looking at the calm face of the messenger, Carl Bain suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his trembling right hand hurriedly pressed the position of his heart, as if he had been stabbed with a knife , and even breathing became rapid.

The severe pain lasted for more than ten minutes. Carl, who was holding his chest tightly, clenched his teeth. Except for the throaty sound of "huchihuchi", he couldn't make any sound from his mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sweating profusely paralyzed beside the body of the messenger, panting as he looked out at the fortress, which was still shrouded in smoke and fire.

Cannons heard.

The barren stone fort, which was so noisy a second ago that even the two of them shouted loudly face to face, and could not hear each other's voices, suddenly became cold and silent;

Holding the wall, Karl struggled to stand up, and he calmed down again with the cigarette **** in his mouth.

"The enemy is coming - get ready to fight!"

"The fiftieth time!"

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"September 15th, light rain."

"A Stormtrooper cavalry told me very bad news - we have completely lost contact with Lord Anson Bach on the front line."

"Although it is very common to temporarily lose contact with an army or even a headquarters on the battlefield; but at this point in time, it is really difficult not to feel lost."

"As the secretary of Anson Bach, I firmly believe that he must be safe and sound now, but there are some unexpected emergencies, or he is carrying out some daring adventure plan - such as climbing over the Dawn Ice Peak or raiding the Eagle Point Pass."

"Naturally, that's how I consoled the flustered storm division soldiers; novel and bold plans are the characteristics of the storm division and must be experienced."

"But as his clerk, I know that Ansen Bach was an extremely cautious man, and the so-called 'bold' was a last resort; when he came up with a plan that shocked everyone, and was very confident When you call it the 'perfect plan', it must be because the situation has collapsed to the point where you have to take some risks to get it back."

"Even so, I still have full confidence in Ansen Bach; of course, confidence is one thing, as a qualified clerk, you must be prepared for everything by your master."

"I have invited His Excellency Erich, the representative of the August Armoury Factory, to have dinner tonight to see if the next batch of arms can be delivered to White Tower City as soon as possible - if you want to fully retreat to Thun or Eaglehorn City, these The timely support of weapons will be critical."

"I hope all of this is just wasting my own efforts. The current Hantu... really can't stand any more bad news..."

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"What did you say?!"

Kasper Herrid looked at the guard in front of him in shock~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Did he really say that?!"

"It's true!" The guard was sweating profusely:

"Master Louis Bernard gave me the letter as soon as he entered the camp, and then he passed out - this is what he told me when he was finally awake!"

The irritable old man grabbed the guard's collar and lifted him from the ground to mid-air: "Where is he now?!"

"At the commander of the army doctor!"

"The chief of the army and the army doctor said... He said that he has not rested for at least three consecutive days, and has not eaten anything. In addition to the long running, it will take a long time to recuperate. For the time being, I can't... I can't..."

"I care how he rests!"

Casper threw the guard on the ground: "Go and wake him up now, immediately!"

"impossible!"

"What did you say?!"

"No, it's impossible..." The guard was so frightened:

"This is not what I said, it was said by the military doctor. He said that with the current physical condition of Lord Louis Bernard, it will take at least three days to wake up in a coma - this is also thanks to the power of his 'sea knight' bloodline , so that his physical quality far exceeds that of ordinary talents."

"It's not surprising if you change to someone else and rush from the top of the tower to the barren stone castle without sleep, even if you pass out!"

The guard was still explaining, but Kasper was no longer interested in listening.

He turned his head and looked at the barren stone castle shrouded in gunpowder smoke, at the thorns and flags that were still fluttering on the dilapidated city wall, his lips were trembling slightly.

"Climbing to the top of the tower, the top of the tower was actually..."

"Overcame?!"