I Will Be The Crowned King

"Where did this group of pagan troops come from? Didn't we successfully break through from Straw Town, why did we bump into them?"

On the avenue two kilometers away from the Slave Harbor position, a knight Levant, who was standing beside a smoking eight-pounder and holding a monocular, turned his head to look at the captain of the squire beside him: "Is it possible? Did we get lost and go to other pagan towns?"

"This, this is impossible?" The squire's expression was even more surprised than his, and he kept scratching his head in confusion: "We did return along the original marching route, otherwise we would not be able to find this eight-pounder gun that was lost before. And you look at the beach in the distance, and the surrounding terrain, the road... It's really the Slave Harbor!"

"As for the pagan army... maybe the damned fishermen at Slave Harbor posing?"

"Pretend?"

Knight Levant snorted with disdain, and his eyes quickly swept across the area filled with the 13-star ring flag... Such a dense network of trenches, so many solid small fortresses, such a well-organized and layered line of defense structure... Except for the cowards of Clovis who are afraid of death, how can there be a second army that can do it?

But that's not the point. The point is that now Slave Harbor has obviously been reoccupied by infidels. Where are he and the army who have just broken through the siege successfully and walked on the mountain road for several days to rest?

Knight Levant turned his head to look behind him, more than a thousand rags in rags, with dull eyes, as if the soldiers who had just been dug out of the soil were weakly carrying their rifles, forming two vertical and six square formations crookedly. The blue and white military uniform has long been integrated with natural camouflage and the earth and mountains.

Due to the lack of supplies, they marched on foot for three or four days almost hungry. Even if the soldiers who were already naked were standing still, their bodies would sway involuntarily. With the rifles in their hands, they looked like The ears of wheat in the field were thrown into waves by the majesty...

The strength of such an army to attack is unknown. At first glance, it is not too obvious what the consequences will be of the heavily fortified Clovis positions.

Knight Levant suddenly felt a whirlwind... Originally, he wanted to retreat to Slave Harbor after meeting with Boley Levant; it turned out that the Legion Commander was too slow to break through, or they were too successful, etc. It took almost a day to wait, plus there was no supply, so they had to wait while walking, and they became the first army to retreat to the port of slavery.

Then... stationed here, waiting for the army commander or the friendly army to arrive and then attack together?

Knight Levant gave up after hesitating for less than a second... His army had been marching on foot for four days on an empty stomach, and it was all because of the carrot hanging in front of Nuogang that they did not collapse. Wait, even if it wasn't a collective mutiny on the spot.

Therefore, we must attack, even if we do not know the strength of the group of Clovis people on the opposite side, we must launch an attack in a hurry and without preparation, but the way of attacking has to be changed a little...

After making up his mind, Knight Lewent turned around, coughed twice, looked at the soldiers with dull expressions and green eyes, pulled out the scabbard saber with impassionedness, and pointed behind him:

"Gentlemen, the port of slavery is at hand, and what stands in front of us is only a group of heretofore defeated heretics wanderers, and a group of cowardly and despicable fishermen; these people are not only for the glory of the Mujahideen It is a heinous crime to take away the land that has been recovered by us and take it as your own, and continue to poison the holy land that is illuminated by the ring of order!”

"In the name of the Ring of Order, I implore you all to endure the exhaustion of the long journey for a while, and join me in punishing this group of heretics who trample on the mercy of the Mujahideen Army - conquer the slave port, I will explain all the problems to the army commander, and all the spoils will be returned. Everyone!"

"Oh oh oh oh……!!!!"

Hearing the officer's sudden kindness, the soldiers who were so hungry that their calves were trembling cheered with excitement, staring fiercely at the opposite position of the slave port, as if the soldiers hiding inside were not pagan soldiers, but the flow of water. The oily roast pork knuckle, fried sausages, crispy fried fish, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke in the air are even better than the white bread that was just out of the oven and smeared with butter.

While the soldiers were dancing excitedly one by one, Knight Levant quietly grabbed his squire captain: "After the battle starts later, if the attack is frustrated, let the artillery fire directly at our flag."

"Ah?! Lord, this..."

"What is this, the most important thing now is to retake the slave port as soon as possible, the casualties are not important at all!" Knight Levant looked irritable: "I don't know why the fleet has not come yet, how many supplies are left in the slave port. Don't I know? Just that little thing is not enough for an army of 20,000 people. If you don't take advantage of the opportunity to attack the city now, you won't be able to divide it!"

"Besides, the life and death of the legionnaire is uncertain now. If the enemy behind us is not a friendly army, but we don't take down the Chanugang and other fleets as soon as possible to **** us away, do we have to wait to be surrounded by the enemy's pursuit troops again?"

"Okay, I-I see..."

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Accompanied by another low roar of the eight-pounder infantry gun, the more than a thousand jihadist troops, who were already hungry and mad, launched a line, and they officially launched an attack on the position of the second infantry regiment.

Beneath the charred rubble, the defenseless guards of Chanugang were in a panic. There were soldiers and civilians who were busy looking for cover to hide and were overwhelmed. Even the few officers who could maintain a little composure shouted to no avail.

In fact, the 2nd Infantry Regiment was prepared for this kind of emergency. Nearly one company of skirmishers was also deployed on the periphery of the position to be responsible for reconnaissance and early warning; but today is an exception-the Slave Harbor Liberal Jean, who suddenly made trouble and went on strike. Alexey was worried that something might happen, and he didn't want to slow down the construction progress of the position, so he asked the army to continue digging trenches and used the withdrawal of the skirmish company as a trump card just in case.

In the end, the situation was exactly as he thought. The Slave Harbor liberals, who were eager to escape, mutinied on the spot; but before they could do anything, the remnants of the Bolei Legion, who had been fleeing all the way, opened fire first; While watching the unconscious captain, he moved to other fortresses.

The people who were arranged by Alexei at the outermost part of the defense line were the militiamen of the port of capture slaves... This is not his intention to use the militiamen as cannon fodder, it is purely that it is more convenient to build fortifications; inexperienced militiamen can only do the simplest jobs. , when they dug those crooked earth trenches outside the position, and then built the real fortifications by the Storm Army and the Shooting Army, it can greatly improve the efficiency.

In the face of the jihadist army who suddenly "killed back", the terrified people who had been scared half of their souls by the shelling just found that they only had shovels and wooden shovels in their hands. Alexei also gave them weapons, but these people were suspicious. The inconvenient work was all piled up at the back of the position, and was not brought with him at all.

So after thinking for about two minutes, the group of people resolutely dropped the tools in their hands and fled, without even notifying the surrounding friendly forces; When I carefully touched the first line of defense, I literally entered the no-man's land, and continued to move forward with great doubts.

But the problem is not over yet... The militiamen who were frightened and fled directly blocked the passage in the trenches, so that the shooting army that had finally assembled could not enter their positions at all, and could only watch the jihadist army swagger and occupy the defense line; And the defeated soldiers, who continued to spread like a virus, also messed up the defense line in the rear.

Alexey spent several days trying his best to build a defensive position that was about to be completely overwhelmed in less than ten minutes; the knight Levant, who was still trembling and ready to retreat at any time, saw that this was the case. The situation, waving the saber excitedly, personally took the lead in the charge.

When Alexei, who was in a severe coma, was sprayed with cold water on his face by the chief bursar, slapped repeatedly, and finally opened his eyes after six consecutive wake-up calls from the revolver at close range, what he saw was such a scene of extreme erosion.

"So... why is it always me who is so unlucky?!"

Alexey wanted to cry without tears, remembering that the last time he was so unlucky was the last time—it seemed that every time he was entrusted with high hopes by Commander-in-Chief Ansen Bach, he would end up in almost the same way.

"My commander, don't complain, hurry up and find a way to save it?!" The bursar, who did not realize that he was the culprit of the commander's coma, seemed even more anxious than Alexei himself. : "Now the militia in Slave Harbor is dead, and half of its position has been lost. The shooting corps is blocked in the trenches and cannot get out. Apart from the skirmishers who can be contacted immediately, there is only one infantryman from Marcos. Even, there are only four hundred people in total."

"Four hundred... what about the other side?"

"I don't know, but there are already 1,000 vanguard troops who have already entered the position!"

"Very good, then let's kill these thousand people first!" Resisting the pain in his forehead, Alexei made a decision on the spot: "Inform the shooting corps to climb out of the trench and launch a bayonet charge directly at the opposing vanguard, Marcus Follow me with company and skirmishers and see if we can flank the position."

"Ah, just bring four hundred people?"

"Just bring four hundred people, that's enough—in case the thousand people facing each other are really just the vanguard, and no matter how many they are, it's just to send military merit to the other side." Alexei showed a desperate smile:

"Go and contact the company commanders of other infantry companies and ask them to assemble and stand by - tell them that unless the position is about to fall, no one is allowed to open fire, let alone reveal the target, and let the other side find out that we really only have two or three. Thousands!"

Facing a chaotic battlefield, Alexei had to be as careful as possible. After all, whether he could defend the port of capture slaves before the reinforcements arrived really depended on the trump card of the thousand people.

Quickly filling the revolver in his hand with ammunition, Alexey turned his head dashingly:

"Soldiers - follow me!"

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Scattered gunshots continued to ring on the periphery of the position, and the soldiers of the jihadist army who easily won the outer position strode forward, struttingly chasing the militiamen who had lost their armor and disarmed from the beginning of the battle, like Pull the trigger like hunting a hare.

Well, it would be better if they could straighten up a little bit and walk less clunky.

Standing in the fortress that had just been "conquered" by his subordinates, the smug knight Levant couldn't help but think; although the army had achieved brilliant results, they could not even stand upright, like some kind of soft creature-like military posture. It's too unsightly, it really doesn't look like a mighty division that is about to win.

But there is no way, a bunch of guys who have been walking on the mountain road for several days on an empty stomach can't really ask for too much; let alone fighting, standing up and firing two empty guns at the enemy is worthy of the emperor and the ring of order .

The enemy not far away is still retreating like a frightened rabbit, for fear of falling behind others and being shot to death by random guns, or being trampled to death by oneself, the soldiers of the jihadist army only need to take big strides. If you move forward, you will win—as for the Clovis people who you suspect, you haven't even seen their shadow until now.

The originally frightened Knight Levant finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time. All his worries were unnecessary. How could the enemy in Straw Town run faster than himself, and arrive at the slave port first and then build a good position, myself. So heartbroken... eh?

He subconsciously raised his head, feeling as if he had seen something, and a familiar and unfamiliar gray suddenly came into view. The corners of his mouth that had just raised became wider and wider as his eyes quickly focused, until he was heart-piercing. The roar exploded in the wilderness on the outskirts of Slave Harbor.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!!!"

There was no preparation, no warning... The more than 1,000 shooting soldiers who were stuck in the trenches and could not move simply climbed out of the fortification, waving the axes on the butts of their guns in groups, and killed the jihadists who were already starving to the point of collapse. Come here, skip the link of shooting each other, and jump deep into the tunnel occupied by the opponent to start the bloodiest and cruelest hand-to-hand battle.

In order to restrict the attackers from exerting their superior forces and push hard directly after breaking through the outer defense line, Alexet digs the trenches very narrowly, so that only one or two people can block the enemy killed in a trench, and along the way Saved a lot of man-hours.

So the soldiers of the Mujahideen Army who were suddenly attacked were close to their bodies one by one, and they found that there was no room for retreat in the tunnel. Flying in the moat that screamed constantly.

Fortunately, although it was an unexpected battle and one by one was starving to the point of collapse, the soldiers of the jihadist army at the juncture of life and death still exerted their due combat effectiveness, and did not collapse like the militia of the slave port, and abruptly blocked the assault of the shooting army.

The knight Levent, who was hiding in the fortress, was still in shock when he suddenly heard the explosion of his eight-pounder infantry gun behind him.

Looking at the afterimage of the artillery shells passing a beautiful arc in the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I vaguely remembered that he seemed to have given the order of "if the attack is frustrated, let the artillery fire directly at the flag of your own people". The special knight had a terrified expression on his face again:

"Do not……"

"boom--!!!!"

A violent explosion sounded, and Alexei, who had just reached the flank of the Crusaders and had not had time to attack, looked at the flames that exploded in the center of the battlefield in surprise, as well as those who flew in the flames, dressed like imperial knights. .

"Ride, Lord Knight, fly, fly!"

On June 28, 102 of the Saint Calendar, when Eco Levent was commanding the battle at the Slave Harbor position, he was unfortunately killed on the spot by his own artillery fire. More than a thousand soldiers were defeated on the spot and became Alexei Lieutenant Colonel Dukasky captured.

The Battle of Slave Harbor has just begun...

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