I Will Be The Crowned King

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The silent thick fog is about to dissipate, and the lead-grey dome can already be seen a little dazzling golden red.

It seems that the originally hazy world is about to usher in a new life under the sun.

The members of the Storm Division line who formed the hollow phalanx were already looking tense, and they held up Leopold and Borny in their hands. They were ready, and their index fingers close to the trigger were full of cold sweat.

They, who were originally obscured from their vision, gradually dissipated with the thick fog, and the enemy was appearing in front of them little by little; the arrogant figure was approaching him.

Getting closer.

Looking at the imperial line on the opposite side, Alexei was in a trance, and was surprised to find that he was a little nervous, and the long and narrow blade was trembling slightly with the right hand gripping the hilt.

Fear?

No, he knew that he was not afraid of death at all, and he was even looking forward to it.

I was nervous because I knew what would happen when I followed Anson Bach's commander-in-chief.

A mere 5,000 people... No, in fact, the Storm Division, which has less than 5,000 people, will defeat or even wipe out an imperial army twice as strong in a battle, drawing a picture for the war that lasted for five months. upper rest.

In five months, all the colonies of the empire with more than ten times the population and wealth of Ice Dragon Fjord were brought under control, and the imperial forces were completely expelled from the new world.

five months...

The slightly trembling blade began to rise, and when it stopped at the highest point, Alexei could even hear the sound of the soldiers holding their breath behind him.

Without hesitation, a roar with all his might exploded from his chest:

"Barrel volley - fire!"

"boom--!!!!"

The golden-red gun flame, accompanied by the falling blade, suddenly lit up behind Alexei; the entire row of lead bullets roared to tear the sky and splashed towards the flanks of the imperial line.

The imperial soldiers who were still "playing a song of triumph" only had time to hear the loud explosion beside them, and the whistling lead bullets had already smashed their skulls and tore the flesh from their shoulders and necks!

The left and right wings of the storm division, who cooperated tacitly, fired almost at the same time. Looking down from the dome, it was like drawing two "golden edges" on the central imperial line at the same time.

Although transformed from a column to a hollow phalanx, the three regiments of the Storm Division on the two flanks also shrunk the frontal width, but in any case they are still wider than the imperial line that spreads horizontally - only four flanks face at least one company. Firepower, there is absolutely no room to fight back.

"boom--!!!!"

In the deafening salvo, the blood light exploded in the imperial line, and the golden iris in his hand fell to the ground; the only place where the gunfire reached was the dying cry in the pool of blood.

The first to suffer were the two outer imperial line regiments... Because they were advancing horizontally, only the thin flanks of the four platoons were directly exposed in front of the two flanks of the Storm Division.

Facing the water-splashing rain of bullets, the entire line was stunned, and dozens of Imperial Line soldiers fell to the ground in an instant; the remaining soldiers immediately panicked, and when they found themselves surrounded, they began to scrambling to retreat.

But Anson wasn't going to give them that chance.

"boom--!!!!"

The sound of the salvo sounded again... The grenadier regiment and a small number of skirmishers who had been "defeating" suddenly stopped retreating. They unfolded in place and pulled the trigger toward the panicked imperial line.

Meanwhile, the 1st, 2nd, and 4th Infantry Regiments on both flanks of the Storm Division were still pouring fire, and Leopold's rate of fire advantage finally showed his fangs.

The golden-red gun flames bloomed almost non-stop, setting off a scarlet rain of blood in the panicked imperial line, reaping the enemy's life in an orderly manner.

"How is this going?!"

Behind the chaotic and noisy imperial line, Bernard Morwes looked horrified: "Isn't Ser Amar saying that the headquarters of the Storm Division has been taken down, and the entire army is leaderless? Ah... Maybe even him. Betrayed?!"

No way, the failure of the Battle of Black Reef Harbor left Bernard with too deep an impression, and it was really hard not to think in that direction.

But the current situation does not allow the Colonial Minister to continue to think wildly... The two line regiments on the left and right of the center line have almost collapsed under the sneak attack of the Storm Division, and they can no longer maintain the minimum front line.

The grenadier regiment in front of them had also regained their footing and pushed back again; although the two infantry regiments in the middle could barely maintain the front line, once the two flanks were finished, their rout was only a matter of time.

The entire central imperial line has completely fallen into the siege of Anson Bach!

In the chaos, the Imperial line infantry, who were strictly forbidden to retreat, couldn't even fight back, and could only watch the soldiers beside them fall; they didn't even know which direction to fire, and waited blankly for the same The frightened officer ordered.

For more than ten minutes, the line infantry on the left and right flanks had suffered heavy casualties. Only two of the four infantry regiments in Bernard's hands were left to fight. The phalanx is completely cut off.

Retreat suddenly became an extremely tempting option at this moment.

"No, absolutely can't retreat!"

Without thinking about it, Bernard rejected the request of his subordinates: "We have been completely surrounded. Once we retreat at this time, the Clovis people on the opposite side will definitely bite up like mad dogs... If the retreat turns into a rout, the central The four infantry regiments of the army are about to be wiped out!"

"That's better than sitting still!" The blood-stained knight shouted eagerly:

"The casualties of the troops are close to one-fourth, and the front line really can't hold it anymore, my lord!"

"Then close the front, ignore the Clovis on both flanks, and let the troops move on!"

Looking at the hills and highlands that were already close at hand, Bernard, who was also anxious, gave a loud order: "Cooperating with Ser Emma in the artillery position, attack from front to back and completely destroy the middle of the Clovis!"

That’s right, you have to attack, and you can only attack—otherwise, whether it is standing in place or retreating, the enemy will rush to kill the four imperial lines before the troops on the east and west lines launch a counterattack.

At this point, he could no longer care whether Ser Elma had defected... either be wiped out, or give it a shot.

Bernard chose the latter.

"Imperial people, go forward - God bless my emperor!"

"God bless my emperor-!!!!"

A hysterical cry exploded in the hoarse throat, and the imperial soldiers once again showed extraordinary resilience - the army that was about to be defeated in the last second was successfully regrouped by the fearful knight officers, who followed behind the flag and launched charge.

One soldier after another was hit by the platoons of guns that were double-teamed from the left and right, and fell to the ground with shrill screams; the soldiers in the back row stepped over the bones of Paoze, picked up the weapons they had left behind, and continued to attack.

Wherever the golden irises passed, there was only scarlet.

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

The deafening platoon of gunfire has not stopped, the grenadier regiment is almost constantly throwing firepower on the opposite side, but it still cannot stop the pace of the charging of the opposing imperial line soldiers, and can only slow down slightly.

In the end, Fabian, who saw that the enemy was about to rush to his face, simply ordered the soldiers of the grenadier regiment to use the bayonet again, and launched a counter-charge in front of the enemy.

The thin grenadier company with only two rows, like a long moving wall, took the initiative to slam into the attacking column of Bernard's four regiments, abruptly blocking the way forward.

Probably sensing the frontal pressure, the three infantry regiments on the two flanks formed a hollow phalanx also began to fire faster, and even took the initiative to deploy the front and rear companies directly, desperately sending firepower to the middle of the empire.

With their tireless efforts, the casualties of the four Imperial line regiments began to rise at a palpable rate; only the few remaining infantry were still pushing hard, trying to break through the siege.

"News from Fabian, the Grenadiers can last up to ten minutes from now on."

After sending off the out of breath messenger, Carl, who was frightened, said solemnly: "If we don't send reinforcements to him, Bernard will break through the front line of defense and rush towards us."

"Tell him, just stick with it for another six or seven... no, five minutes will do."

The calm Anson was completely unmoved, looking at the Inquisitor's pocket watch and said, "Let the 5th Infantry Regiment get ready and assist the remaining battalion of the 3rd Infantry Regiment to prepare for the Grenadier Regiment - the other two wings. How's the situation?"

"An Imperial line regiment and hussar company on the eastern front were pushing toward us, but the retreating Joseph and two Confederate infantry regiments blocked the way, and the two sides were in the firefight phase." Carl Shen said:

"As for the Western Front... a bit unusual."

"abnormal?"

"Three infantry regiments, an artillery company and nearly a regiment of cavalry are stationed on the ground. They can definitely see the movement here, but they are completely unmoved and don't know what they are going to do." Carl shook. Shaking his head with a puzzled expression:

"At first I thought they were planning to attack, but it didn't seem to be the case at all."

"It's very simple, because it's not us that they are guarding against, but the city of sailing."

Putting the pocket watch back into his jacket pocket, Anson remained expressionless: "Inform the third, the 4th Infantry Regiment will maintain its current state, and don't pay too much attention to the enemy on the Western Front; tell Alexei that the 1st Infantry Regiment will be deployed across the board. , attack the imperial line in the middle!"

"As for the thousand Imperial soldiers in the hills and highlands... If they dare to come down, the guard company will educate them well."

The battle has been going on until now, and it is meaningless to think about the plan. The key to determining the outcome is how much new force can be invested.

"Yes!"

Carl replied, and just when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and looked at Anson with a very strange look: "You just said that Fabian can hold on for another five minutes...why five minutes?"

"Because of the sun."

"Sun?"

"Well." Anson shrugged, a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth:

"Because in five minutes the sun will be out."

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If facing the firepower network of three buns, the imperial line infantry can still rely on the prestige of the knight officers to maintain the last bit of morale, then when Alexei and his first infantry regiment attacked from the flank, These people are finally completely desperate.

Facing Alexei, who was charging his bayonet to the east, Bernard, who had suffered heavy casualties, had to hurriedly assemble an infantry battalion that had not collapsed, and formed three lines to try to intercept; In front of them, many soldiers were still mechanically loading ammunition, trying to fire back.

As a result, nature speaks for itself.

"boom--!!!!"

Amid the terrifying loud noise, the 1st Infantry Regiment, which had already rushed to the front, suddenly stopped and fired a salvo from the face-to-face distance; a group.

The next moment, the entire 1st Infantry Regiment, like a sharp sharp knife, interspersed towards the flanks of the already chaotic imperial line.

Marksmanship, tactics, experience... At this moment, everything has become indifferent. The chaotic imperial line is completely a group of lambs to be slaughtered. As long as they attack and keep attacking, anyone can achieve rich results!

Although the battle situation is on the verge of collapse, Bernard is still trying his best to maintain the front line, and at the same time organize the troops under his command to continue to attack - he can feel that the front of the Storm Division has reached the point where the fuel is exhausted. affim……

Just as he was about to continue encouraging his subordinates and imitating an old boss to lead the charge, Bernard Morwes... he was stunned.

The thick fog in front of us is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick white that covers everything is gradually being replaced by a clear blue like water; a familiar golden red is gradually tearing apart the clouds of the dome, reflecting the whole earth.

Passing over the enemy who was fighting with him in front of him, in the dazzling sunlight, Bernard, who narrowed his eyes hard, saw that strange yet familiar figure.

He was standing under the flag of the Clovis Army ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wearing a long-sleeved trench coat and a three-cornered hat that was different from what he remembered, with his hands behind his back, and a pair of slightly contemptuous eyes on his expressionless face.

Anson Bach.

And the hundreds of Stormtroopers who were standing in line behind him.

At this moment, Bernard suddenly understood, everything.

Use the hills and heights to attract yourself to divide your troops... and then let the sailing city contain your elite...the first to attack, then feign defeat and retreat to lure yourself to attack, cut off the reinforcements on both sides to facilitate the siege from three sides... Anson Bach, he may only do so much for one purpose .

That is to annihilate himself and the 8,000-strong imperial army - even himself, it is very likely his goal.

He wants to use the momentum of annihilating himself to coerce Yangfan City into submission, so as to completely eliminate the existence of imperial forces in the new world!

With a slightly trembling tone, the Minister of the Imperial Colony issued his most important order:

"The whole army - retreat on your own!"