I Will Be The Crowned King

The latest website: "On June 18, 101, the saint's calendar, it was sunny and cloudy.

The pace of the imperial army is rapidly approaching us, and according to the latest information, traces of the activities of the imperial hussars have been found at a distance of three kilometers from the position - this is a sign of the enemy's imminent arrival.

At the same time, Yangfan City, which was supposed to be an ally, has an ambiguous attitude, neither joining the empire nor sending support... With only 6,000 soldiers, we must face the 8,000-strong imperial army alone.

The army was in a panic, and in my limited memory, the storm division was driven to a state of near desperation like this, and it was the Clovis City riot a long time ago.

The 2nd Infantry Regiment, retreating from the Grasswood stronghold, brought back very bad news: despite the rebellion and the fall of the base camp, Bernard Morwis's army had not suffered any reduction in combat effectiveness.

They can still use cavalry maneuvering and impact force with artillery bombardment to cause fatal damage to unformed defense lines; troops with poor morale or surprise flanking attacks cannot even hold on to one round of shocks.

There is less than a day left for the storm division, and there is no more time for us to strengthen our positions and choose a more perfect battlefield - we must start a decisive battle with the imperial army in this siege position that the enemy is very familiar with.

But even in this situation, Anson Bach is...no! It was Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach, who still did not show the slightest pessimism or despair.

On the day that Chief of Staff Carl Bain arrived and brought the news, the commander-in-chief immediately held a speech to the whole army. He was in high spirits and highly praised the fearlessness of the soldiers of the First Regiment and Artillery Company. The five times stronger enemy can still complete the retreat without panic and save the precious vitality.

As for the seemingly invincible imperial army, it has completely fallen into the trap of the chief secretary... The 8,000 troops advancing lightly were in fact already under the attack of the North and South of the Storm Division and the Confederate Legion.

The Confederate legion that has successfully transferred in, just need to rebuild their morale at the border of Grey Dove Castle and Sail City, and march south along the road, which will greatly deter Bernard Morwes. At that time, it will be 10,000 to 8,000. The advantage is still mine!

That high-spirited attitude overlooking the universe, as if under his feet was not a makeshift podium built with twelve ammunition boxes, but the Grand Council Chamber of the Clovis Privy Council.

Seeing the commander-in-chief's confident appearance, the fearful atmosphere was quickly calmed down.

At the subsequent military meeting, the commander-in-chief made a large-scale adjustment to the army's defense work—abandoning the entire line of defense, focusing on the five artillery bases in the frontal position, and carrying out "point-to-point" defense; at the same time, large-scale civil engineering The fortifications destroyed the trenches in the position, making it impossible for the enemy to pass or occupy easily.

There was no objection from the whole army, and even the chief of staff, who would normally "sing the opposite" at meetings, was surprisingly silent. The process ended in a cycle where the commander-in-chief said three words, the officers corps collectively applauded, and the commander-in-chief continued to speak. …the entire meeting minutes add up to less than five hundred words.

The storm division, who left the panic behind, immediately threw himself into the vigorous construction work, and a confident smile appeared on everyone's face again.

As for the commander-in-chief himself, after doing all the preparatory work, he returned to the headquarters alone to recharge; with my humble opinion as a humble secretary, I am probably thinking about the next decision..."

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"It's over! It's over!"

In the pitch-dark headquarters, Anson's hysterical shouts echoed: "Six thousand to eight thousand! It's still in their home court, and there is no support yet, so it's too late to build such a decent defensive position!"

"How is this battle going to be fought? Ah! You tell... tell me, how is this going to be fought? How?!"

"You ask me, who do you want me to ask—I want to ask you!"

Carl, who rolled his eyes, was also on the verge of weeping, but he was not polite at all in despair: "Besides, I think you were quite confident just now, didn't you?"

"Nonsense, can I not show confidence?!" Anson gritted his teeth with hatred:

"It's still planned - more than 6,000 people have been beaten by 8,000 people. I'm not a ring of order, I can even imagine such a bad thing!"

"Why, isn't your plan always perfect?"

"I... are you finding fault?!"

"I do not!"

"You are!"

"I do not…"

"You are! You are! Yes!"

Looking at Anson who was hysterical, Carl stopped talking at all.

Inside the pitch-dark headquarters, the two people who were facing each other with big eyes and small eyes fell into a strange silence.

Looking at the map of Yangfan City in front of him, Anson felt a mess in his heart; he wanted to convince himself that there was nothing to panic, and the worst outcome would be death, but...

But this also means that the foundation he has spent countless years in the new world has been in vain.

Needless to say, the Confederacy will definitely turn against the tide, the Empire will probably take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them all, and there is no need to count on the assistance of the Northern Chamber of Commerce and the mainland... Everyone is waiting for the Rune Patriarch to arrive in the new world and go to hell!

That was not the result Anson expected. Of course, he wanted the Church of Order to find no excuse to intervene in the whole process, so as to prevent it from expanding its ambitions for external expansion again.

"So... what should we do?"

The silence lasted for a long time before it was broken by Carl's voice:

"If you really want to go head-to-head with the imperial army, how confident are you now?"

An Sen, who was recalled from his wild thoughts, hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly raised his right hand and stretched out four fingers.

"Is it a little less?" Carl couldn't help but said:

"We are waiting for work and have some heavy artillery, and the difference in strength is not too exaggerated - no matter how miserable it is, it should be half for half, right?"

For this naive idea, Anson just shook his head feebly:

"This is already the most conservative estimate. Add all our advantages plus the mistakes that Bernard may make, and a little bit of our possible overperformance and unexpected situations to have such a big confidence."

"What if it's not conservative?"

"Well...about 20%."

"…"

I don't know why, but Karl suddenly misses Anson Bach, who was always fascinated and confident.

"Bernard Morwes, he's not the sloppy opponent we've had in the past."

Sighing lightly, An Sen's tone was quite helpless: "Six thousand people doesn't seem to be much different from eight thousand, the problem is that the empire has a sufficient number of elite cavalry, and this alone limits our defense deployment and must abandon the relatively flat ones. Open fields, plus the enemy's nimble cavalry artillery... You've fought him too, what do you think?"

Carl didn't answer, silently picked up the rum bottle on the table and took a sip.

"To be honest, if it's just the plan that doesn't come true, that's fine." Anson's expression gradually became heavy:

"If they can't be completely annihilated outside Yangfan City, let them flee to the area of ​​Grey Pigeon Castle, or reunite with the rebels in Yangfan City, things will be completely troublesome."

"Yes."

Carl echoed and sighed: "If you can't wipe them out, then... eh?"

etc.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel that there was a problem with his ears, and he raised his head and stared at An Sen with a surprised expression: "You, what did you just say... annihilated?!"

"Yeah, that's what I said." Anson nodded, his expression as usual:

"What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?! I..."

Carl suddenly paused and said in disbelief: "So you have a 100% certainty that you can beat Bernard, but you're just not sure if you can wipe him out?!"

"Yeah, our 6,000 people are waiting for 8,000 people to work at ease. With sufficient supplies and terrain advantages, it is not difficult to win at all." An Sen's eyes were full of course:

"The problem is that it's meaningless to just win. We must completely wipe out our strength while preserving our strength, in order to achieve our original goal - to destroy the Empire's power in the New World, to make the Free Confederation independent, and the Storm Division to pass the Confederation and Lu The power of the En family has realized all the achievements of the previous battle."

This was also Anson's initial commitment to the entire officer corps of the Storm Division, and the reason why they were willing to follow him.

Otherwise, with the little allowance and resident subsidy issued by the army, the income of a few hundred gold coins is less than one thousand a year, what a life!

The storm division is An Sen's only basic plan now, and it can be used to bargain with various forces, and it is even a basis for many people to feel that they still have value.

A successful case (Victory of Hantu), a clear plan (painting cakes), a trustworthy and experienced team (loyal military corps)... All three are indispensable, only as a professional manager can he get the project, pull it Come and invest!

What's more important is that Anson is no longer satisfied with being a professional manager, so the storm division must not lose most of the "Free Confederation" project... But because the level of Party A (Confederation) is too low, the momentum will increase. increasingly obvious.

"As long as the Imperial army is... no! To put it more directly, as long as Bernard Morwes, the symbol of the Empire's rule in the New World, is not killed or captured, this battle is meaningless, so annihilation is necessary!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Anson looked at Carl again: "What do you think?"

"I…"

Carl wanted to say "I thought Stormtrooper was about to die", but he always felt like he looked like a fool when he said this, so:

"I think so too."

He actually doubted Anson Bach's self-confidence, and he didn't know what he was thinking just now.

Just when the two of them sighed and the other doubted their minds going out, the door of the headquarters was suddenly knocked.

"Enter."

The little clerk who got permission pushed open the door and closed it immediately after entering.

"A messenger has been sent from Sail City, and I hope to meet you, Lord Anson Bach."

Facing the eyes of the two of them, the little secretary who walked to the table explained while cleaning up the surrounding mess: "For some reason, they also seem to have received information about the battle of the grass forest, and they want to be between you and the empire. conflict and discuss countermeasures.”

So fast?

An Sen raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised that the other party could get the information. After all, the storm division failed to block Yangfan City like the imperial army did, and it was normal to get the news.

It's just that Bernard's reaction speed is more efficient than he imagined. It seems that he intends to pretend to reconcile with Sail City first, so I don't know what Louis will think...

"Who is the messenger sent?"

"A nun named Lucia, said to be the sister of His Excellency Louis Bernard." The little secretary frowned slightly;

"but…"

"but what?"

"no!"

Quickly shaking his head, Alan's expression was very tangled: "It's just that the situation is completely inconsistent with what I have learned, so I feel a little strange."

"The sister of His Excellency Louis Bernard, the eldest daughter of the Bernard family, Lucia Bernard, could never appear in the New World, let alone become a nun—because she had a relationship with Roland a year ago. The eldest son of the family has signed a marriage contract!"

"But she is indeed standing here now, so I really can't imagine what happened in the past year, and how to make this thing that will definitely shock half of the orderly world happen quietly!"

The little secretary's expression seemed very flustered, so nervous that he thought he had finished his summer homework, but he was actually a child who didn't move a word—although he was indeed.

"Don't be afraid, Secretary Alan Dawn, your judgment is correct." Anson said comfortably:

"Your judgment should be correct, that 'Miss Lucia' should be an impostor, and the real Miss Bernard should still be in the Grand Duchy of Adelaide."

As for who this person is in front of him, Anson probably knows in his heart - if Louis can impersonate this name, there will be no second person to choose except the noble Queen Iser.

"Then did she bring any letterhead or evidence?"

"No, she is the only one who came." The little secretary shook his head angrily, and wiped the sweat from the tips of his hair with the handkerchief in his jacket pocket:

"Excuse me, when are you going to see her and where are you going to see her?"

Carl, who was beside him, also quietly turned his head, noting the change in Anson's expression.

"No, it's still gone."

After hesitating for a moment, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com An Sen said very firmly: "Just send her back, immediately! Don't delay for a minute - this way, the opposite Yangfan City should be able to understand our attitude."

"Yes."

The little clerk nodded slightly, and then asked another question: "Then do you want to trouble her to speak to His Excellency Louis Bernard, or to send some kind of evidence to prove that this is your decision?"

Alan Dawn, the clerk, is very sensitive to this kind of thing - even if the conversation fails, the process and the reason are equally important, otherwise it is easy to misunderstand.

"Just bring a word."

After a long time, An Sen, whose eyes suddenly became sharp, said with an unparalleled self-confidence:

"Tell him that I'm going to invite Bernard Morwes to a banquet, if he wants to come, I'll welcome any kind of guests."

"Otherwise...not even bones will be left to him!"