I Will Be The Crowned King

The idea of ​​​​Bore Levent is very simple. Even if Anson Bach can make his legion divide and attack, and play with it like chess pieces on the table, he still cannot get rid of the fact that the gap between the two sides is close to two. times.

Even if they were just chess pieces, he still had twice as many pieces as he could consume and squander; even if he really had fifty cannons to deter him, it would be impossible to supply enough cannonballs to fill the audience.

Since the opponents are divided, then he will attack together - 20,000 troops are gathered in one place, what can he do to himself with less than 10,000 people in his hands?

A thousand cavalry can make your artillery position misfire, and an infantry regiment can't stop you, so I will send two, three... Compared with you, my trump card is infinite!

The ashen-faced Borre Levent walked out of the trench, and the long knife in his right hand slowly rose with the arm of the draw.

Behind him, the menacing 10,000 jihadists walked out of the siege position in batches, put their bayonets on the muzzles of their rifles, and formed a tight phalanx to slowly advance.

Opposite him, thousands of the main force of the Borei Legion had escaped from Straw Town, and the angry artillery fire was still roaring behind them, but the poor quasi-head had proved by facts that it was just a pale splatter.

That's right, as long as the Legion is regrouped, it's easy to clean up the separate Storm Legion troops; Strawtown is still his own, and Ansen Bach, who has suffered heavy casualties, will not have a second except for running away with his tail tucked. options.

Of course, with the Knights of Judgment, he couldn't escape.

The Storm Legion, which once brought shame to the empire in Hantu and destroyed the empire's rule over the colonies in Yangfan City, will come to an end in its own hands, and will be swept into the garbage heap of history under the name of "Pagan Rebels" and will be forgotten forever.

And himself, will become a hero who pioneered the new world for the Levant family, and will always be remembered by the descendants who are connected by blood.

With some expectations for the future, the grinning Bo Lei gave the order to attack the whole line.

It's a pity that the knights and soldiers under his command didn't have such a good mood... The legion commander in their eyes was extremely embarrassed at the moment, being played around by his opponent, and he had no choice but to swarm up and try to drown the opponent in one breath.

This kind of order sounds aggressive, but for the soldiers, it is like asking them to take the initiative to rush to die... Especially those troops who are not directly related to the Levant family and are used by Bo Lei as tools and consumables, this aspect is even stronger.

Therefore, when ordering the assembly, the various units dragged their feet, especially the two infantry regiments that were flanked by Leo, the fourth infantry regiment commander. They simply refused to attack under the pretext of "covering the front", and did not really confront the Storm Legion at all. .

The rest of the troops were in a similar situation. From the assembly to the formation, they dragged every link as slowly as possible... The five-minute preparation time was abruptly delayed to a quarter of an hour.

Bo Lei, who was aware of this, could only endure it silently. His elite main force had just suffered a setback, and he was counting on these people to act as a new force. There was really no way to be too tough.

When he realized that this group of people wanted to continue to work, Bo Lei, who couldn't wait, could only order the cavalry to set off first, and in any case, he had to force the enemy's artillery positions to cease fire.

Then the harsh bugle sounded in the billowing black smoke. The imperial cavalry who had just escaped the artillery fire and retrieved their mounts had no time to rest. They picked up carbines and sabres and formed an assault column to bypass the north gate and head towards the west side of the highlands. kill.

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"The cavalry is attacking—!"

The roar of shock and anger exploded in the wilderness outside the West Gate of Straw Town. Julien, who was standing with a knife, blushed excitedly, and turned his head to look at the subordinates behind him:

"They are planning to bypass the town of Straw and attack the artillery positions and Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach's headquarters. The enemy must not succeed - the Fifth Infantry Regiment!"

"exist-!!"

"Form a hollow phalanx with companies as a unit, open the defense line, and line up on the periphery of the phalanx to block the enemy with all their strength!"

"Yes-!!"

Without any hesitation, the 5th Infantry Regiment of nearly 1,300 people quickly deployed, and the hollow phalanxes, each less than 20 meters away from each other, unfolded along the trenches outside the city, opening a non-standard diagonal. line, ready to stop the rapidly approaching cavalry.

As the head of the regiment, Julien sat directly in the phalanx farthest from the city wall and personally directed the battle.

He was actually quite nervous at the moment. The 5th Infantry Regiment participated in the least number of battles after arriving in the New World. Most of the time, it was guarding the headquarters of Beluga Harbor. Julien himself was the only regiment commander who was more than Anson. Young and quite inexperienced.

Looking at the cavalry attacking from the front, the unsure young regiment commander's right hand, clutching the hilt of the sword, was sweating constantly. In fact, he was not sure if he could stop the other side; even if he could, it would be hard to say anything with a thousand infantry in front of a thousand cavalry. Advantages to speak of.

Eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred... Julien, whose muscles were trembling with tension, slammed down the blade: "Fire—!"

"Boom-boom-boom-!!"

Starting from the outermost perimeter, all the hollow phalanxes shot in sequence, and thick white gunpowder smoke rose in front of the trench; dense lead bullets surrounded the formation of the cavalry, and more than a dozen figures fell down.

The imperial cavalry who received the order obviously didn't want to pay attention to this group of "fish that slipped through the net" at first. Even if they were covered by firepower, they just pulled hard, and the outermost cavalry did not even draw their guns to fight back.

But Julien soon made them aware of his resilience: sensing the enemy's signs of avoiding the battle, he immediately ordered the hollow phalanxes close to the trench to be re-formed, forming two lines in the middle of the road, and firing freely at the same time.

The meaning of this is obvious - if you have any interest in being a living target for one-sided beatings, please do so, we don't mind anyway.

Seeing that the enemy was so enthusiastic, the angry cavalry commander immediately turned around, and the cavalrymen in the outer platoon put away their sabers and pulled out their carbine from the saddle.

"Round shot - give this group of heretics some color!"

The icy roar sounded, and the fast-rushing cavalry suddenly dispersed into four groups, and attacked the hollow phalanx at the outermost periphery of the Fifth Infantry Regiment in a sloping trapezoidal formation.

Exactly where Julien was!

The nervous 5th Infantry Regiment refused the request of his subordinates to let him go, and ordered the rest of the troops not to move.

In an instant, the imperial cavalry had already killed in front of them, and the icy carbine's muzzle ejected slender flames.

"boom-!!"

The two sides pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and the thick white smoke obscured the view, but Julien still clearly saw five or six figures on his side, and the other side seemed to be different.

Compared with the lack of attention to infantry, the imperial cavalry is almost always synonymous with the elite; in addition to saber, breastplate, military uniform, even the equipped carbine is self-made instead of standard weapons.

One side is standing fire, the other is moving fire, but the hit rate is almost the same... The difference in strength is so frightening.

However, the battle had only just begun, and the sound of hoofs shaking the ground was like rolling thunder, tearing through the smoke and attacking the phalanx.

They were like lightning that fell from the sky, killing without warning in front of the soldiers who were rushing to reload their ammunition, raising their hand and firing a shot, leaving unbelievable corpses on their faces and flying away.

The nearest cavalryman even rushed to a distance of less than ten meters before he drew his gun and opened fire, rubbing the edge of the bayonet square and turning his horse's head without hesitation.

Like... like a knight in armor in the Dark Ages, only the act of stabbing a spear was replaced by pulling the trigger.

The distance between the two sides was so close that they could even see each other's expressions clearly. The rush of horseshoes and the pressure brought by the cavalry charge made the soldiers even forget to fight back, and watched the comrades beside them keep falling.

In the blink of an eye, one-fifth of the figures around the phalanx had fallen to the ground—many of these people were veterans who joined the Storm Legion when they were in Han soil.

Julien, who was close to his teeth, kept giving orders to keep the soldiers around him calm, and raised a rifle himself to stand at the outermost edge of the phalanx. .

But even with such good luck, the 5th Infantry Regiment can't stop the endless repeated attacks from the opposite side... It's only a matter of time before the rout.

I don’t know when, the artillery base on the west side of the highland had ceased fire, and Julien, whose hands were trembling, suddenly felt a chill in his heart... Of course he knew that the regiment’s artillery shells were not infinite and could not be continuous, but without the cover of vitality, he was stationed alone at the No. 1 of the West City Gate. The Fifth Infantry Regiment is at risk of being pushed by the main force of the Mujahideen!

The commander of the cavalry clearly noticed the change, and waved decisively to the surroundings. More than a thousand cavalrymen turned around again, dropped the 5th Infantry Regiment and the corpses that were still standing there, and rushed westward.

Their task is to solve the artillery positions of the New World Corps, and there is no need to entangle with a group of dead people who are doomed to escape.

Staring at the imperial cavalry who had exposed his back in front of him, unwilling to stare at him, Julien turned his head suddenly and roared to the side: "Everyone has a line, ready to block the enemy. !"

"Send a signal to the 3rd Infantry Regiment and the artillery positions, there are already cavalry passing through the line of defense and approaching there, let them pay attention!"

"The skirmish company is ready, always beware of the movement on the north side of the battlefield, and report any abnormality at any time without delay!"

A series of orders were issued, and the Fifth Infantry Regiment, which had experienced the chaotic battle just now, began to change its formation nervously and orderly again, and was ready to meet the enemy later.

The commander of the Fifth Infantry, who has always been self-respecting, fell into deep self-blame at this time: because of his decision, dozens of soldiers sacrificed their lives, and the original goal was not achieved.

Is such an incompetent self really qualified to continue to be the head of the infantry regiment, bear the life and death of thousands of people, and fight for the future of himself and all of them?

Julien sighed deeply.

He walked towards the wall with his head lowered, wanting to observe the battlefield carefully before the enemy appeared, but was stopped by the surprise adjutant:

"Captain, look quickly - it's reinforcements, reinforcements are coming!"

reinforcements?

In a daze, Julian looked in the direction he pointed, his eyes were filled with confusion; how many troops were in total in this battle, he could not be more clear, and where there would be reinforcements.

Could it be... the Battle of Beluga Harbor has ended, and the deputy commander Fabian has rushed over with the grenadier regiment?

Filled with doubts, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally saw the shadowy team in the distance between the smoke and dust rolled up by the cavalry. It was indeed advancing towards Straw Town, and it seemed like... Wait!

Julien suddenly widened his eyes: "Then, shouldn't that be the guard company?!"

"A company of guards?!"

The adjutant was also taken aback - even if the guard company was elite enough, and the formation was much larger than the ordinary company, there were only two or three hundred people at most, but the enemy's cavalry was already in the thousands!

And since the guard company is here, does that mean that Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach is also...

The two looked at each other, as if they had guessed what the other was thinking, but they couldn't believe it was true.

The head of the cavalry of the Bolei Legion was in a similar mood at this time... Looking at the infantry company that suddenly appeared in front of him, in addition to feeling inexplicable, he was worried that the other party might be a trap responsible for attracting and diverting the enemy. There were three or four infantry regiments in ambush, and two or three thousand rifles were aiming themselves out of sight.

However, he immediately realized that he was wrong. There were no two or three thousand, only the muzzle of a rifle was aimed at him, and it was still above board.

"Five, four, three..."

The girl biting the licorice stick held her rifle flat, grinning and counting down the numbers while staring at the other side with one eye; although both eyes could be aimed equally well, she still somehow felt that one would look more handsome when closed.

"two…"

The excited cavalry commander suddenly shrank his pupils, like an antelope being stared at by a lion, and instantly noticed the grinning, innocent and cute girl holding a strangely shaped rifle in the opposite crowd.

For some reason, the talented cavalry commander subconsciously activated the power of his bloodline—Storm High Wall. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

This is an ability that can roll up a hurricane around oneself. In addition to knocking away the enemies that hit oneself, the violent storm can even form a radius of more than 30 meters around it after continuous training and strengthening. Obstacle avoidance that cannot be easily detected, and the strength can even block the lead shot of ordinary rifles.

It was with the power of this bloodline that he was able to avoid being affected by the parliamentary explosion in the previous battle in Straw Town, and to gain the upper hand in the battle against the Fifth Infantry Regiment, which is an extremely adaptable ability.

The only drawback may be that you have to predict the threat in advance, you can't adjust it temporarily... and you can't feel "wet" for life.

"one…"

The innocent Lisa snapped off the licorice stick with a "click!", and the bullet rushed out of the gun barrel with a whistling finger that pulled the trigger.

puff-

The confident-looking cavalry commander had a gleam of blood in the center of his forehead.