I Will Be The Crowned King

Covered by the fog, the two quickly walked through the trenches, avoiding the search of the imperial soldiers.

Occasionally encountering an enemy standing alone, An Sen also tries to take a detour; if he has to, he will try to kill the opponent, and then leave quickly to avoid warning.

However, he soon discovered that this "cautiousness" was a bit redundant: the enemy seemed to be completely unaware of their existence, and large-scale troops were quickly gathering in the same direction in company platoons.

Obviously, the enemy is so busy right now that he has no time to pay attention to these two "small targets".

But this is only temporary: once the enemy has achieved the goal of the battle, the next step is to start a larger area and start cleaning the battlefield more carefully; when the fog clears, he and Carl behind him can only be blocked in the trenches and shot at random kill.

On the other hand, Anson found that he was gradually getting used to all of this and getting used to his "new identity": not long ago, he was in a state of panic because of "traveling", so nervous that his heart almost stopped beating.

Now, he can calmly traverse the battlefield and kill enemies who block his way calmly, as if he was used to it.

I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, An Sen sighed in his heart.

Besides, the way a certain guy looks at him is getting more and more strange...

He stopped, glanced at Anson slightly, and glanced at Carl Bain behind him. The eager gaze of the other party made him shiver.

It's like I thought I just picked up a coin, but I found out that it's an extraordinary antique.

Thirty minutes later, the two people who were almost swaggering from the "enemy-occupied area" finally arrived at the last cannonball position of the siege position.

This is a rather rough temporary fortification: without a roof, the main body is a pile of compacted raised earth walls and gravel blocks, with a large number of sandbags stacked on the front, plus protective walls and gun emplacements that are obviously unfinished.

Although it looks like an unfinished tofu dregs project - of course it is true - it is still a solid barrier with complete defense measures, can withstand the frontal shelling of the enemy, and can accommodate eight to twelve artillery pieces.

Looking at the artillery base that was already close at hand, Anson and Carl, who had escaped the catastrophe, felt a lot of security in their hearts.

To be on the safe side, the two of them didn't go forward immediately; Carl Bain, who had a cat on his waist, was reconnaissance in front, and Anson, who followed closely behind, even though he knew that there was no enemy in the fort, still took the Leopold rifle in his hand to cover.

Looking around nervously, Carl took a deep breath:

"Cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as the voice fell, Carl Bain immediately hid behind the cover and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of footsteps came from inside the fort.

"My king... Osteria!" A sonorous voice sounded from inside the cannon.

Hearing the password, Carl breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Anson, patted the dust, got up, and shouted inside:

"His daughter is awesome!"

"..." Anson.

Soon, seven or eight happy-faced privates walked out from behind the bunker, and swarmed Anson and Carl into the cannon.

In the artillery base, the soldiers who saw the two "returning" showed expressions of surprise, but it was still difficult to conceal their inner unease and panic.

Or staring intently at the two returning people, waiting excitedly and sluggishly for something; or a group of three gathered in a corner, whispering; or slumped behind the fortifications, clutching their rifles hands are shaking...

The expressions vary, but they are all the same fear.

Looking at the unfamiliar and similar faces, Anson could probably guess why.

The army was completely defeated, and with the thick fog, no one knew when the enemy who was sweeping the position would emerge; and whether they would collide with the enemy head-on when they were retreating.

No, they don't even know where to retreat... Because that "former Anson" has already been killed, and his "adjutant adjutant" doesn't even know what the **** retreat order is!

The main force of the whole line was defeated and even disappeared, the enemy was like a broken bamboo, only a group of remnants remained, the fog blocking the line of sight, the unplanned retreat...

The only thing that is fortunate in such a desperate background is that everyone did not forget their identities when they fled for their lives. Although they all looked embarrassed, they did not throw down their guns. Although morale is low, organization remains.

Of course, this is probably not because of strict discipline, but because many people, like Anson just now, were brought here before they figured out what happened; it happened too suddenly, and the officers would not be stupid enough to tell the soldiers " Our army is defeated."

Besides...the place where they are hiding now is the artillery base.

What's in the artillery position?

Light and heavy artillery, ammunition warehouses, emergency supplies... Even if these are almost moved away when the main force is fleeing, it is still a solid fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, has relatively complete fortifications, and can withstand artillery bombardment!

"Captain Carl Bain."

"Huh? Yes!"

Carl, who heard the voice behind him, turned around quickly, looked at Anson who seemed to have made up his mind, and asked strangely, "What's the matter?"

"nothing."

Shaking his head, An Sen glanced at the scattered soldiers: "That... let the soldiers gather first."

No matter what he wants to do next, he needs the strength of these people—then he must find out as soon as possible how much fighting power he has on his side.

"Okay."

The voice fell, and Karl, who was facing the soldiers, immediately stood up straight:

"The 1st Battle Infantry Regiment, all obey orders - three lines, close formation, gather!"

"Yes-!!"

The Clovis soldiers scattered in the fortress pressed their throats and made a uniform sound.

A minute later, a 50-meter-wide three-row line appeared in front of Anson.

"Now report the situation of the entire regiment, one battalion and one company!" Carl Bain continued to shout.

"Yes! The first row, the second row, and the third row have all arrived, and there is no shortage of staff!"

"Er Lian!"

"Everyone has arrived, no one is missing!"

"Secretary John Ness!"

"exist!"

... Next, Carl called out the names of several officers and sergeants. After getting the answer, he nodded with satisfaction and looked at Anson: "Well ... very good, considering that the entire regiment is here!"

Are you all here?

Looking at Karl, who seemed relieved, and at the soldiers in front of him who seemed to be waiting for him to say something, Anson was almost stunned.

According to what he knew about the army of the Clovis Kingdom in his memory, a full regiment should have two battalions, plus a skirmish company and a grenadier company.

The two battalions each have two infantry companies under their command, with a total of six companies, with a strength of about 600 to 800 men.

So this "First Battle Line Infantry Regiment" actually claims to be a regiment, but in reality there is only one battalion with more than 200 troops? !

Anson suddenly realized a very serious problem, turned around and looked at Carl Bain in confusion:

"By the way, what about the captain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, looking at Carl's strange gaze, Anson immediately realized that he was wrong.

Because of the memory of "Former Anson", there is no impression of the leader!

Oops!

Anson's heartstrings instantly tensed.

"Leader? Forget it, don't worry about the head."

Carl first showed confusion on his face, then waved his hand, as if he didn't care about this "little mistake", and looked at Anson with burning eyes:

"Adjutant Anson Bach, now please announce the Levy Headquarters of Fort Thunder immediately, and leave the order to our first regiment!"

What?

This time Anson was really stunned.

He didn't get an order to retreat at all, and he didn't even know what happened. Carl Bain, who came to him specially, should be very clear about this. Then why did he...

etc!

Looking at Carl's meaningful gaze, Anson felt that he had probably guessed what he was thinking.

At the beginning, he came to "save" himself because he didn't get the order to retreat, and he didn't know where to break out and where to retreat, so he had to try his luck;

And now, because he believes in his "power of blood", he can escape the battlefield while the enemy is searching, so he can evacuate with the entire regiment!

Of course, it can't be everyone. The collective action of more than 200 people will definitely expose the target... But with the cover of melee, fog and trenches, a small number of people can escape smoothly.

As for why it must be said to be an order from the headquarters, of course, it is to stabilize morale. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

At this moment, Anson finally understood the reason why Carl Bain looked at himself like a savior.

So that's what happened...

An Sen, who was stunned on the spot, gradually returned to normal. Looking at Carl's slightly ingratiating expression, he nodded slightly, and turned his eyes slowly to the soldiers in front of him.

He looked at them, looked at those curious eyes full of unease, panic and fear, and breathed a little too quickly.

Can't retreat, absolutely can't retreat... The memory of "another person" in my mind kept reminding Anson.

"...Retreat under the threat of the enemy is a serious and difficult task - routes, objectives, cover and detailed planning are all necessary; you have to convince the panic-stricken soldiers that at the moment of death, strict execution will best preserve the majority. The order of human life; you have to let them run for their lives, but still obey the command and maintain the organization as the first priority..."

"...A disorderly, unprepared, and unplanned retreat will inevitably lead to disintegration; your army will cease to exist with the disintegration of your organization, and you and your soldiers will turn from warriors to be hunted by the enemy, Casualties will change from percentage to total annihilation..."

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to retreat.

"Now, I, the 1st Infantry Regiment Superintendent Adjutant, Captain Anson Bach, officially announce to everyone the order issued by the Levy Headquarters at Fort Thunder!"

With his voice raised, Anson shouted with all his strength; he tried his best to restrain the last trace of unease in his heart, and put all his worries behind him:

"The 1st Levy of Thunder Fort, the 1st Infantry Regiment...

In the artillery position, stand on the spot and wait for help;

Cooperating with reinforcements, the imperial enemy army who is trying to break through...

Complete annihilation here—! "