I Will Be The Crowned King

"Which legion is currently on standby at the northern position of the city, and can immediately reinforce the two legions that attack?"

Pheleus, who didn't hesitate, immediately turned his head to look at the other legion commanders. If it wasn't for what had just happened, his calm tone would really make others mistakenly think that he was asking about the style of tonight's dinner.

But the depressing atmosphere made it clear to everyone that the commander-in-chief was serious.

"I'll go." Without waiting for others to react, Arthur Herrede said actively, and clenched the hilt of the saber at his waist with his right hand: "My troops are stationed on the northeast side of the town for defense, and we can take the lead to block them. The rebels in the headquarters fortress, and then cover the rest of the mujahideen to withdraw from the battle."

"Hmph, you don't need the help of other troops, anyway, as long as you attract the attention of the rebels on the opposite side... Leave it to me!"

The young "Dragon Roar" glanced at Fernando disdainfully, then nodded solemnly to Ludwig, confidently wiped his nose with his right thumb, threw off his cloak, and strode away.

The back of the impassioned, lone hero who took the initiative to bear everything did not attract any moving eyes, but only a faint sigh.

After all, the "Red Hand Bay confrontation" was not news for a long time, and Ludwig used newspapers to hype it up in the entire jihadist army. Everyone knows exactly what this talented young talent wants to do. - 100% ready to go to a duel with Louis Bernard.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, no one expects him to really reverse the situation, it's enough to pull a little bit with the opponent to buy some time.

William Cecil, who had been silent for a long time, saw that there was no one around to speak, and silently walked behind Ludwig: "I'll rush to the port and arrange the evacuation of the fleet, you have to be careful alone."

"Well." Ludwig nodded slightly, and said in a low voice without turning his head: "Go, remember to be safe on the road, I will find a way to deal with the idle people."

The fleet evacuation was discussed by Ludwig with the command in advance, and the task was to respond to the two jihadist legions that were rushing to Longhu Town; now the main maritime force of the jihadist army, the Empire's "Grand Fleet" is responsible for maintaining the route The mission of safety, or else it must be anchored in a certain port for a long time to suppress the resistance - especially Black Reef Harbor and Sail City - and can still move freely, only Clovis's Royal Fleet is left.

In this case, no matter how suspicious Phileas is, he can only give Clovis the privilege of free movement. After all, whether the army of more than 50,000 people can reach the battlefield as soon as possible, I hope it all rests on the shoulders of William Cecil ; In case the battle of Beluga Harbor is lost due to the late arrival, the Clovis people also have an inescapable responsibility.

Ludwig is also very clear about this, so he didn't plan to cheat the Holy See in this matter at all. The real back-up is actually...

"Boom!"

A deafening loud noise exploded above the heads of several people, and in the violent tremor, the chandelier hanging on the square of the vault was shaky, and the end clamped in the wall snapped with a "crack!"

There was no hesitation at all. The few people who were no strangers to the battlefield immediately looked for a bunker to avoid. Ludwig, who was the fastest response, even had time to hug the stunned Pheleus and directly threw him to the ground. .

"Cannon attack - everyone, get down!"

The ear-piercing cracking sound instantly penetrated everyone's eardrums, and hundreds of chandelier fragments mixed with dust exploded in the center of the hall, turning the luxurious log tables, chairs, and bluestone floor tiles into a mess.

One after another, the shells landed on the top of the Beluga Harbor Council and the surrounding streets one after another. The unbridled and indiscriminate bombardment finally stopped after five minutes.

When everyone coughed and climbed up from the dust, and looked around in horror, there were almost no intact corners in the entire hall, and the air was still filled with the smell of burning - the opposite was actually still in a pile of solid bullets. Blast bombs!

"This... is it over?"

Phylles, who was still terrified, raised his head to look at Ludwig, who was still standing beside him. He was obviously the most wary of all legion commanders, but at the moment he seemed so reassuring.

"No, not yet!"

With a dignified face, Ludwig gave a chilling answer: "According to Clovis's conventional artillery tactics, the initial rapid fire was just to disrupt the enemy's deployment, adjust the coordinates by the way, and then..."

"Then what?"

"Then it is to determine the coordinates and strike with precision!"

"…"

Phyllis's pupils shrank suddenly, and the shriek that ripped apart the air sounded again in his ears.

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"Tsk tsk tsk, five minutes of rapid fire is not enough, and it always feels a bit wasteful to continue to fire again."

On the battery of the fortress of the headquarters, the commander of the artillery battalion of the Storm Legion—and the only one—Captain Geroshenko looked at the smoldering Beluga Harbor Council in the distance, sighing and sighing, almost writing distress on his face : "You can't have a discussion with the commander-in-chief, you're almost done?"

"Then what can be done? Major General Ludwig dismantled the 12-pounder guns we left here, and replaced them with the favorite 8-pounder guns of the imperial people!" He wiped his forehead. Khan, Chief of Staff Carl Bain said angrily:

"As you know, almost all of our shells are prepared for the six-pounder gun. The barrel of the eight-pounder gun can't be shot far, and if it is stuffed too much, I'm worried that it will explode, and this group of **** imperial people also put the artillery gun cart. Take it down, fix the gun barrel and can't move it, even if you want to use it for defense - I said why didn't they fire when we attacked the city!"

"And these are the shells of the Mujahideen Army, not our own ammunition depot reserves. What do you feel bad for?"

"It's not these shells that I feel bad for, but the buildings in the town - the commander-in-chief spent so much money to build, I'm afraid I won't be able to get it after this battle." The sighed Jeroshenko bit a guide rope at the corner of his mouth. , lowered his voice and muttered softly:

"What's more, even the enemy's artillery shells can be worth a lot of money if they find a good market..."

The corners of Carl's mouth twitched when he listened to the whole thing. The tradition of the Storm Legion that they are always thinking about how to make money and make extra money seems to be irreversible.

However, this kind of thought only flashed in his mind. This kind of future-related matters should be left to Anson Bach to deal with headaches. Right now, as long as he completes his own work, he will pay him his salary.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see that the ammunition boxes behind the artillery were almost empty? Why don't you hurry up and move them!"

The irritable chief of staff turned his head and shouted at the jihadist prisoners who were busy behind him. The jihadist army flag officer, who had shackles on his hands and feet and a white flag wrapped around his head, was startled, and made two quick steps. He took a few steps and ran barefooted with a few entourage.

"The current situation is like this. I will leave you all the prisoners, the artillery battalion and the 5th Infantry Regiment. The task is also very simple. Defend the headquarters fortress until you can't defend it completely."

"Of course you are worried that you will be besieged by the enemy, because I will take the remaining main force to set off soon, and cooperate with Louis Bernard's Sailing City Army to surround the opposite Fernando Army, it should be able to help you divert the attention of many enemies. ."

"The only thing you need to be vigilant about is whether there will be troops coming out from the town of Beluga Port to meet the retreating troops. If there is no accident, they will most likely besiege the headquarters first, and then repeatedly pull with us. I must start immediately without delay for a minute. Otherwise, once you get entangled, you will definitely not be able to get rid of it, so whether the safety of the headquarters and the initiative in this battle can be preserved, it all depends on you Carl Bain, I believe in you, take care!"

Well, these are the original words of Anson Bach. The last few sentences were said while running, without even looking at himself.

Leaving the adjutant to stay behind, and running away with the main force... Although I have known him for a long time and have some understanding of his character and way of doing things, Carl Bain, who is professionally instinctive, can't help but feel a sense of himself. The illusion of being blamed soon.

"Chief of Staff, the enemy may come at any time, let's hurry up and set up the city defense!"

While he was still complaining, Julien, the excited 5th Infantry Commander, had already run over: "I have sent people to repair the damaged part of the city wall, sent stragglers to guard above the sentry tower and the city gate, and also Is there anything to add?"

"No, you did a good job." Karl waved his hand weakly, a bit overwhelmed in his wry smile: "Lieutenant Colonel Julien, don't be so nervous, the enemy will not take the initiative to attack us for a while. of."

"Ugh?!"

The commander of the 5th Infantry Regiment, who heard this answer, was shocked: "It won't attack, why is this?!"

"This... The reason is a bit complicated. You just need to believe that we are safe for the time being... For the time being." Carl sighed:

"In short, because we have recaptured the Beluga Harbor Command, the most urgent thing for the Mujahideen now is to withdraw as soon as possible the legions that are still besieging the August Armoury Factory, shooting the military camp and the Supreme Council, otherwise There is a risk of being flanked by us."

"And that **** Anson Bach... I mean the commander-in-chief, he has already taken the main force to attack the flank of the Fernando Legion; what would you do if you were the commander-in-chief of the Mujahideen Army?"

"I?"

Julien pondered for a moment, and then he was not sure: "I will probably organize a small army to besiege the headquarters fortress, but not really attack, and at the same time withdraw the frontline troops to a safer and more secure position as soon as possible, right?"

"why?"

"Because the headquarters has been lost, if you want to regain it, you may be attacked by both sides of the New World Legion. Besides, although this place is dangerous, if the army is not in the city, the threat it can cause is actually not that deadly, and the preservation of the living force should be the first priority. The goal; after all, the jihadist army is more than twice as strong as ours, after gaining a firm foothold, it is not easy to take down a fortress that is destined to have nowhere to escape... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Julien, who was talking to himself, suddenly realized: "Mr. Chief of Staff, I understand!"

"That's good, that's good..." Carl's face stiffened with a smile. Well, he summed it up in a few words in more detail than he thought for a long time. Is this the difference between ordinary people and aristocrats?

But then again, although the main force of the Crusaders will probably not do anything to the Beluga Harbor Command, there is one exception—the Knights of Judgment.

They are equipped with equipment that far exceeds the standard of ordinary troops. The members are at least talented people who have awakened the power of blood. Although there are not many people, their strength must not be underestimated.

According to Fabian's description, this is an elite infantry regiment of small size, but enough to penetrate the Red Hand Bay frontal position. Without protection, the night is concealed and the guard company helps out, it is enough to kill the entire Storm Legion's elite infantry regiment.

Such strength is really not something that Karl's self-confessed lack of cognition can imagine, but he saw the "Land Cruiser" in the mouth of the grenadier soldiers: steel armor, direct-fire guns, burst rifles, and when running The "rumbling" roar of...

To be honest, he doesn't think he can stop those fire-breathing steel monsters with just the money he has on hand.

However, Fabian also mentioned that these land cruisers should actually be used as weapons to cover and assist infantry. When they act alone, their power is relatively limited, and it is not difficult to target them. its armor.

Moreover, the Knights of Judgment also lost a lot of money in the Battle of Red Hand Bay before. Without the cooperation of other jihadists, there is a high probability that they will not launch any offensive alone... Carl was relieved to some extent.

"Uh... Mr. Chief of Staff, there may be a slight deviation in our judgment."

The sudden words interrupted the chief of staff's deliberation. He turned his head suddenly, and saw Julien with a dignified expression pointing at the messengers on the city wall who were desperately blowing the assembly horn and rushing towards him.

"Boom!"

The heavy roar exploded and reverberated in the air, and the masonry above the city gate of the headquarters cracked, splashing all over and rolling up the dust.

It seems that he realized something vaguely. The frightened Karl suddenly felt a thunderous roar in his ears. He seemed to be standing outside the gate of the August Armoury Factory. Countless steam cores were emitted under the blessing of the boiling boiler. Howling with excitement.

Not only that, the "thunder" seemed to be getting closer and more cheerful... Even the ground beneath his feet and the surrounding forts were trembling.

He turned his head sharply, and found that Geroshenko and Julien on the side also had similar expressions. The artillerymen who were busy firing and the prisoners carrying the ammunition boxes also stopped their work, stopped in fear and looked at the headquarters. door.

"Everyone - all in place!"

Shaking off the helplessness in his heart, Carl Bain, whose expression was extremely ugly, took a deep breath, and in a voice that everyone could hear, he let out a roar that belonged to the chief of staff:

"Prepare to meet the enemy—!"