I Will Be The Crowned King

The moment the gunshots sounded, the confident cavalry commander did not make any dodging movements, and continued to gallop on his horse without noticing anything.

It wasn't until the cavalry on his side turned his head inadvertently, and the horrified expression on his face made him aware of a little abnormal... Obviously he didn't do it, and the effect of the storm wall seemed to have completely disappeared.

Then, he suddenly felt a very strange feeling on his forehead for some reason... The cavalry regiment commander who finally reacted reached out and touched it, looked down, and his palm was already full of blood.

Alas...difficult, could it be that I was... hit by that girl?

The doubtful cavalry commander's eyes suddenly gradually turned black, his consciousness began to gradually detach from his body, and he rolled down from his horse without reaction, and fell into the billowing smoke.

In the line of guards, the girl who was half-kneeling on the ground looked back at Anson, and whistled proudly: "How about it, isn't Lisa very good?"

Anson, who was silent, stuck out a thumbs up above her head.

Awesome, just crazy.

Although nominally this steam spray gun specially installed for the Knights of Judgment can deliver a blow similar to that of a solid bullet of an eight-pounder, but that is really only theoretical, and it requires the user to be gifted; girls can It is no exaggeration to use an ordinary lead bullet to capture the weak point of the talent's ability at a distance of one kilometer and successfully penetrate it, and at the same time kill it with one shot.

On the contrary, the soldiers of the guard company looked calm and were not shocked... The main reason is that they are still standing here alive. They have basically been frightened countless times by various superhuman actions of the girl, and they are completely numb; there will also be an emotion of "surprise". And those who can't keep up with her speed and orders have long been passively eliminated in previous battles.

Lisa, who was praised, had a happy smile on her face, but she pretended not to care: "Hum... Does this feel great, Lisa hasn't shown her real strength yet."

"Look, these bad guys will all fall under the guns of Big Sheriff Lisa and accept justice!"

An Sen, who was still smiling, twitched the corner of his mouth.

I don't know why, but the girl has recently begun to show more interest in clothing than food, and more and more like to speak in a deep and mature tone - of course, it should be mature in her eyes, in her eyes. Anson looked as embarrassed as a middle schooler.

Combined with the change in interests and hobbies, Anson can only make an unreliable guess... Is it possible that the girl is starting to grow up?

Lisa also had a day when she grew up. This kind of thing is really true. Just thinking about it makes it absurd and unbelievable... Anson, who was complaining in his heart, pulled the bolt of the gun, and issued an order while aiming at the opposite side:

"Everyone has - 800 meters, ready to fire freely!"

The soldiers of the guard company, who are skilled in action, raised their weapons and aimed at their respective targets almost at the same time as the command sound ended, and their actions and mentality were not affected by the surrounding situation at all.

"The regiment, the regiment leader was killed!"

There were screams of horror in the cavalry queue, and the originally neat queue suddenly became extremely messy, and some people even turned the horse's head directly, too frightened and had the idea of ​​​​running.

This was not because the cavalry were not brave or had low morale, but the sight in front of them was too shocking... No one knew what happened, and the regiment commander died inexplicably under the muzzle of the gun on the opposite side. The eyes of the elite who have experienced countless lives and deaths are too exaggerated.

In the face of the sudden commotion of the enemy, the guard company that stopped in place seemed unusually calm, and continued to spread out two wide firing lines in an orderly manner. Hesitating, indifferent as if he did not think that the former famous cavalry in front of him could engulf them in an instant.

In the next second, the answer was revealed: the deafening muffled thunder sounded again from the west side highlands. The cavalry were surprised to find that the harsh whistling sound did not pass overhead, but came directly to them.

"Boom-boom-boom-!!"

The deafening sound was accompanied by bursts of fire in the ranks of the cavalry. Countless stumps and broken arms, **** pieces of flesh sprayed in the screams of the soldiers and the neighs of the horses; it was easy to trample the phalanx. , the iron cavalry who broke through the defense line were ravaged and slaughtered by artillery fire like toys.

In the case of an experienced officer, the cavalry will be ordered to disperse and move through the bombing zone as quickly as possible - fast-moving targets will keep the artillery busy adjusting, while the turrets on high ground gain range and When the field of vision is enhanced, there are often no small blind spots. Coupled with the interval between shots, as long as you break through at full speed, you can use the cavalry's saber to destroy the enemy's artillery.

But all this is premised on the fact that they still have command.

The unexpected death of the regiment commander caused the cavalry to be in a temporary panic, and it was impossible to act in a unified manner. In addition, in order to maintain the effect of the storm wall, the cavalry regiment commander specially kept the queue quite close... Thousands of cavalry directly Become a living target under the muzzle.

The still orderly company of guards, stuck out of the range of the shelling, continued to shoot freely at the figures whining in the cannon fire, quickly harvesting those figures that still did not turn around and escape, or were close to the line.

An expressionless Anson stood in the second row of the line, methodically opened the magazine, loaded the ammunition, locked the bolt, and fired; even if he did not open the field, he had already reached the level of a blasphemous mage. The limit of flesh and blood, the mastery of distance is beyond the level of "perception" of the five senses, reaching an almost instinctive level.

The buckshot coming out of the chamber, the fast-moving enemy, the angle of the armor, the position of dodging... He can even turn the matter of "shooting on the target" into a tacit understanding between the two parties, as if there is no aiming, but the enemy takes the initiative. hit it.

This is the strength of the Blasphemy Mage, this is the qualitative change brought about by evolution... Even if magic is not used, ordinary people and even low-level talents can no longer help themselves; the gap between the two sides is not even in strength, but " species" level is very different.

At the same time, with the terrifying rate of fire of the steam gun at the limit of 30 rounds per minute, Lisa the "Big Sheriff" alone fired more than half of the company's firepower, and the shooting efficiency even surpassed Anson's.

The rest of the guard company soldiers also played a level that was slightly higher than that of ordinary skirmishers. The breech rifle could achieve ten rounds per minute; or they focused on focusing fire on the enemy that was approaching the guard company, or shot and killed the fallen. The single deserter... Very tacit understanding and deliberately indulging the enemies who were flustered during the shelling and stayed in place.

The imperial cavalry, known for their elite excellence, completely lost their original agility and agility in the face of sudden blows, and became more rigid and slow than the infantry formed in a phalanx, appearing rigid and clumsy.

Two minutes later, the choking smoke finally began to dissipate, and the bullet scars that cut through the sky began to ravage the elite of the jihadist army still wandering in the straw town.

The cavalry, who finally got the chance, did not choose to attack the guard company, which had a small number of people and seemed to be able to solve it with a single charge. Instead, they decisively turned around and tried to flee to the north of Straw Town.

After all, I bumped into a hard bone once, and even if I couldn't understand what happened, I wouldn't be so stupid as to continue to pretend to be iron-clad and recklessly compete for credit; as for the order... the commander just said that the artillery fort should cease fire, but he didn't. Speaking of how long the ceasefire will be, just a few minutes should be enough, right?

Moreover, the army commander also said not to attack, but to deter the harassment; since the enemy sent reinforcements, and he also fought the reinforcements head-on - unilaterally - paying a lot of casualties, you can't say that you are fleeing in fear of the battle, right?

Guided by this self-deceiving heroic and fearless spirit, the cavalrymen fled north collectively, trying to merge with the main force as soon as possible, and completely get rid of the nightmare of being bombarded by the enemy's intensive artillery fire.

It's a pity that they forgot one thing, that is, it is not only the guard company and artillery positions that need to get rid of, but also the 5th Infantry Regiment that is guarding the West City Gate.

The moment he noticed the artillery attack, Julien, who had just suffered a small setback, immediately ordered the entire regiment to move northward, abandon the safe hollow phalanx, and instead spread out a line consisting of three vertical and two rows to ensure maximum firepower. coverage.

There is only one purpose, to drag the enemy's last mobile troops to the west of the battlefield at all costs.

"The main enemy force has been divided and surrounded by Lord Anson Bach's plan, and the only thing that can turn the tide of the battle is this fast-moving cavalry force; as long as they are dragged here, the enemy can be forced to abandon the siege position and be forced to flee Straw Town, surrounded by our army, is in the middle of an undisclosed, empty battlefield!"

Amidst the thunderous sound of horse hooves, Julien, who had his back to the enemy, looked at the pale soldiers with excitement, but still obeyed his orders: "Ten thousand to surround twenty thousand, even if Clovis has hundreds of years of history. The unprecedented pioneering work of Zhongdu will now be realized in our hands!"

"Therefore, all of you who are fighting side by side with me, please hold the bayonet in your hands, load all weapons, and use the courage in your chest to tell the enemy that you may have poor strength and disparity in status, but you have the courage to fight head-on and never retreat..."

"The infantry of Clovis is by no means inferior to the cavalry of the empire!"

The flushed Julien turned sharply and stood at the front of the queue with his gun raised: "Listen to my order - fire!"

The thick gunpowder smoke covered the dazzling gun flames, causing the cavalry who retreated and ran into the line formed by the 5th Infantry Regiment, and the two sides were strangled together almost without reservation.

The deserters who were desperate to run away and the former conscripts who had just been frustrated and were eager to find their way back, the strengths of the two sides were almost the same at the moment, and it was indistinguishable.

Until the whole team of guards had finished re-finishing the whole team, they caught up in a hurry, and struck the last note with a slogan that was familiar to everyone from the Storm Legion:

"Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo...!!"

At the same time, the east side of the battlefield in Straw Town is also quietly changing.

With the order of the general offensive of Boray Levent, the right flank of the Mujahideen, which could not get reinforcements, was finally forced to give up its position and had to speed up to move closer to the rapidly advancing large force. Seizing the opportunity, Leo, commander of the Fourth Infantry, led a company of commandos to continue his "myth of immortality".

The sniper in ambush in the tunnel, the ignited powder keg, the mine that didn't detonate, the pit full of barbs... The crises that were more than enough to kill a normal person more than a dozen times were all escaping by chance, and even a little bit on his body. No scratches were left.

Of course, the commandos that followed him were even worse. They almost demonstrated all the situations in which Leo might be killed... The trap happened just after he passed by, and the explosion passed him across the tunnel, aiming at After a long time, the sniper just slipped and hit the unlucky guy behind him...

But they are not alone in the rapidly advancing army.

On the east side, the 2,000 shooting corps had already smashed through the defense line of a small number of artillery and line infantry organizations, and successfully broke into the rear of the besieged position, only one step away from the headquarters of the Bolei Corps.

In the south, the 3rd Infantry Regiment, which was still holding the main force of the Mujahideen Army, took the initiative to choose to get out of the war with the enemy. Under the leadership of Norton Crosell, it bypassed the front of Boley Levent and attacked the left flank of the already extremely empty siege position. - During the battle, the two sides completed the exchange of each other's positions.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't linger!"

In the chaotic siege position, Leo, who was leaning against the corner of the trench, was dodging the stray bullets from his side, while panting at the soldiers who came up from behind, complaining: "That **** Norton, and the Fabien family's. Relatives...called Joseph or something, each one is better than the other!"

"The shooting corps has broken through the artillery positions, and it is only a few hundred meters away from the headquarters. When I just started to observe, I also saw a few skirmishers of the Storm Legion, lost their way and killed in the trenches... The habit of aiming first when shooting. Absolutely from the 3rd Infantry Regiment! Hurry up, we will be robbed of our first merit if we linger!"

Before he finished speaking, a round of hurried shooting came from behind him. The screeching lead bullets flew dust in the trenches, and the smoke that could not disperse was suffocating.

The soldiers who were catching up quickly squatted at the exit of the tunnel and stopped, looking at their regimental commander with a grumbling expression on their faces—this lord seemed to be unaware of the bad luck attached to his body. I didn't notice how many because of being too close to him, and unfortunately, bad luck.

"You, you... what are your expressions?"

Looking at the soldiers who didn't dare to step forward, Leo couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Okay, alright... Who, hand me the rifle, I'll break through this gap, it's alright?!"

Seeing that the head of the regiment had been so desperate, the soldiers did not dare to delay any longer, and cautiously approached and handed over the rifle with good ammunition. As a result, the soldier who handed the gun was hit by a stray bullet from an unknown source. Arms, screamed and fell to the ground.

Catching the rifle at the last second, Leo turned the muzzle, stuck out half of his body, and cut off the fire without aiming, and the figure at the end of the trench collapsed.

Falling together, there was another unlucky guy who stood up in surprise when he saw the commander hit the target.

At 15:30, the heavy-hearted Fourth Infantry Regiment took the lead in breaking through the blockade of the Bolei Corps and won the siege position.