I Will Be The Crowned King

Beluga Harbor Council basement, seventeen thirty.

Fernando Herrede was sitting on the armchair in the corner, smoking a pipe, and staring at the basement exit with dull eyes.

In the deadly silent room, the atmosphere was indescribably depressing.

Everyone's expressions are particularly unnatural, and the air is full of panic and vigilance; the flickering kerosene lamps reflect the map of Beluga Harbor on the table, which seems to indicate something.

Trying to control his emotions, Ludwig tilted his head and looked at Pavel Dukaski from the corner of his eye, and they understood.

Fernando's jihadist army was destroyed, and the remnants voluntarily surrendered to the colonial rebels... It seems that only one-sixth of the jihadist army was completely wiped out, but these one-sixths are almost the soldiers who will be loyal in the end and fight for the interests of Emperor Herid. .

In other words, from this moment on, the result of the war no longer has anything to do with His Majesty in Xiaolong City; even if he wins in the end, don't expect to get even half of the cake from the New World.

At this time, Han Tu was out of the way, the Ed Levant Army Corps suffered heavy casualties, and the Arthur Hereid Army was still trapped on the battlefield...still unscathed, able to organize the most troops to protect the Moby-Dick Harbor for the Mujahideen Army, It turned out to be Clovis' crusade!

Ludwig, who clenched his fists tightly, tried his best to calm his breathing. The more victory was in sight, the more he had to remain calm, not to reveal even the slightest flaw, or to be caught by the Holy See, otherwise, Failed.

Fernando's Legion was destroyed, and Han Tu and the Dukasky family were also drawn over by him. One can imagine how vigilant the Knights of Judgment will be on him; the slightest bit of unnaturalness will become an irreversible incentive!

Ser Phyllis, who was in an extremely complicated mood, gently closed his eyes.

Five minutes passed without anyone speaking.

"Major General Ludwig, according to the arrangement we agreed before, we should now arrange a new line of defense outside the town of Beluga Harbor."

Pheleus, who opened his eyes again, looked at the heir of the Franz family with a calm expression: "Please leave now and rush to the front line, urging the soldiers to build fortifications and respond to the Arthur Hered Legion; the rebels And the false believers will attack at any time, we are running out of time."

"And Marquis Pavel Dukasky, please mobilize your army as soon as possible, burn and destroy the houses outside the town, drive the residents around the port, and avoid the thugs hiding in it to assist the enemy in attacking the city."

"In addition, I also temporarily hand over the command of the fleet anchored in the port to you; it is up to you how to arrange to ensure that the naval guns can suppress the rebels attacking outside the town and suppress the thugs inside the town."

"I…"

Pavel was obviously stunned... suppressing the town, this obviously should be the responsibility of Ludwig Franz, who is also a Clovis. What does it mean to hand it over to himself - the Holy See wants the Clovis forces Evicted from town, easy to take control later?

And how do you define thugs, do they still have plans to massacre the city?

The stunned court marquis subconsciously looked at Ludwig, but the latter had already left without looking back. Immediately aware of the problem, he quickly made up for the mistake and deliberately said loudly: "The defense outside the city, please, please. You are, Your Excellency Ludwig."

"Arthur Hereid is the youngest commander of the Mujahideen Army, and a well-known hero - no matter what method you use, be sure to ensure his safety!"

Ludwig, who had already reached the door, stopped, nodded slightly behind him, and looked at Ser Pheleus, who had a meaningful expression.

The mild-mannered commander-in-chief of the Crusaders, the adjutant of the chief commander of the ruling knights, his eyes were full of icy killing intent.

…………

At 17:10, that is, 20 minutes ago, the Fernando Crusaders finally chose to bow their heads to reality and raised the white flag to surrender to the New World Army after struggling to the death and to no avail.

But it's not that the Fernando Legion was really convinced by the courage and wisdom of the New World Legion, and willingly conceded defeat like a knight who fell under the opponent's sword; on the contrary, they even thought it was a strategy!

"The colonial rebels only had less than 50,000 people, and it was impossible to effectively manage the nearly 20,000 prisoners; no matter what method they adopted, they would inevitably squeeze out a large number of their manpower and material resources, resulting in further confrontation with the Mujahideen Army. disadvantaged position."

"No matter what the final result of this battle is, the people who must confront the rebels head-on must be the crusades of the Clovis people; with the Holy See and the Knights of Judgment watching over them, the Clovis people will not dare to defend themselves against the water in an open and fair manner, and must do everything they can. Yes, protect the town of Beluga Harbor for the Mujahideen Army - either of them suffered heavy casualties, and it will benefit the Empire and us all!"

"Even if it is the last hero of the holy war, the cake is divided according to strength rather than achievements; the Clovis people who are severely damaged, and the army of the Empire who are almost intact, who is more capable of controlling the situation in the new world for the Holy See? Isn't the answer obvious at a glance?"

"Of course, the only thing that will be damaged is the reputation and dignity of everyone in the Legion; but for the sake of the empire, for the interests of His Majesty the Emperor, and for the golden irises to continue blooming in the snow in the new world, this is a little small. Compared with his mission, what is his face?!"

"Compared to fulfilling the tasks assigned to us by His Majesty the Emperor and defending the authority of the Empire in the orderly world, is it the right choice to sacrifice the lives of our companions and let the Clovis take advantage of the opportunity?!"

Obviously not, so Fernando Corps chose to surrender voluntarily.

Conditional surrender, of course: Colonial rebels must ensure the lives of Mujahideen fighters, refrain from mistreating prisoners, looting soldiers and officers' personal belongings, extorting their lives and health from jihadists—until The jihad is over.

In the name of the New World Legion, Louis Bernard, who defied all opposition, agreed.

That being said, there is no "consensus" at all. The Free Confederation is very clear that the result is definitely his own; although he relied on careful layout, planning, and the determination of the legion to share the enemy, he finally won the battle, But in fact, if the other party really sticks to it, the outcome is still unknown.

Although the Clovis Crusader Army has retreated across the board, the Knights of Judgment hesitated, and Arthur Hereid was unable to break through the defense line; but as long as the New World Legion showed even a little flaw and showed signs of weak stamina, these seem to be The threat that has been eliminated will instantly become a force capable of destroying the entire New World Legion.

The chaos of the battlefield echoed with cheers of victory, and the knights of the Fernando Legion, who were carrying "mission" and "responsibility", handed over their weapons with a lonely look, and walked with heavy steps in the lively atmosphere to the prisoner. camp.

"That's it, it's over."

Standing on the raised mound, Ian Clemens, dressed as an imperial knight, lowered his head and looked up at Anson Bach in front of him with vigilant eyes: "According to the agreement, we will be free after completing this final mission. "

"Now that the Fernando Corps is over, and the last stumbling block on your way to attack Beluga Port is gone, you should still remember your previous promise?"

"Of course I remember." An Sen, who smiled slightly, shrugged and bit the pipe in his hand to the corner of his mouth: "But with the current situation, it's not so easy for you to leave, right?"

"I personally don't care in this regard, but even if the Storm Legion and the Free Confederation do not block, there are at least two Crusaders in the direction of Long Lake Town, and the coastline of the entire New World is full of patrolling fleets. When a group of criminals wanted by the Holy See suddenly want to go to sea..."

"So, please point out the safest and most suitable method for us."

The former leader of the Knights of Wuxin understood: "What should we do?"

The two sides have been working together for so long, and Ian Clemens certainly knows what the terrifying young Brigadier General Clovis, the real leader of the Free Confederation, is thinking.

But even if it is used by the other party, it is worthwhile to take the initiative to hand over the handle and life to the other party, this is the only choice of the Wuxin Knights; now they have even handed over the last trump card - the intelligence network all over the new world. The other party and the Rune family no longer have any bargaining capital.

On the other hand, Ian is not worried that the other party will abandon or get rid of the Wuxin Knights after draining the use value of himself - in a way that hurts self-esteem, if the other party wants to do this, he can do it a long time ago, not at all. will wait until now.

With the Rune family behind him, he, the fugitives wanted by the Holy See, had no chance to fight back at all; in this case, he might as well just give up the struggle.

"The Truth Society."

An Sen suddenly said, with a casual expression like a new word that just popped out of his mind: "You guys should know each other, right?"

Um? !

Ian Clemens frowned instinctively, but he quickly figured it out: "Of course I know... After the Cressey family was destroyed, we are still providing them with information and the sales and supply of magic items as in the past. ...though not for free."

"The people who directly negotiated with the Truth Society in the past have always been direct members of the Crecy family. Our subordinates are not qualified to know these people, nor do we want to deal with them too much; so we can only say that there are, but not many."

"It's enough." Anson nodded: "The way to let you leave safely is in the hands of the Truth Society, and only they can ensure that you will no longer be wanted by the Holy See in the future; if you remain anonymous, you can at least ensure personal safety. ."

"As for livelihood... We have worked together for so long, and of course we won't let you leave empty-handed; revenge won't be much, but it's enough to satisfy everyone."

Anson swore and promised that in the end, it was Talia who paid for it, and the Rune family had the backing, so he would definitely not feel bad about it at all.

Ian, who opened his eyes slightly, was quite confused. A group of underground organizations wanted by the Holy See and almost destroyed, how could they ensure the safety of others?

But at this time, he would not take the initiative to refute. He smiled and nodded: "Then I will thank you for everyone, Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief."

"Don't be so polite, these are all things that should be done." Anson, biting his pipe, was quite modest: "When this holy war comes to an end, you will be free."

Ian chuckled, of course he didn't expect to be out of the control of the other party now: "We've waited too long for this day."

"Wanted by the Holy See, working for the Crecy family, and becoming a knight without faith... From the beginning of the record to the present, killing and being killed seem to follow closely like fate. I never thought that I would no longer have to worry about tomorrow. What is the day like?"

"And now, this kind of life is coming soon, but I'm not excited at all, only infinite anxiety and fear, like a fish ready to grow wings and go to live in the woods."

He sighed heavily, and the former leader of the Knights of Wuxin sighed with emotion, as if he was excited and uneasy about the upcoming new life, and also seemed to be reluctant to part with a loss.

He has gone through countless ups and downs on the edge of life and death, and suddenly abandoning all of them is somewhat unaccustomed.

"That's not bad either. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Anson shrugged: "Who knows, maybe the original bird was transformed from a fish—turning fins into wings, scales into feathers, like in the sea Soaring through the dome like a swim."

In a sense, I can actually understand the mentality of Ian Clemens very well, because that is what I did at the beginning; Get out of it and return to the peaceful life that you are most familiar with.

The difference is that I recognize the reality clearly, and a peaceful life ceases to exist when I step into the first vortex; in the words of the old school of gods, evolution...is a road that only goes forward, not backward.

Wrong evolution direction, the end is death; unexpected situations occur in the plan, and the result will only be a total loss.

If you want not to be swallowed by the storm, you must place yourself in the center of the storm and control the storm with your own hands; if you want to get rid of the vortex, then let yourself become a part of the vortex.

"...Your Excellency Anson Bach, I didn't know your imagination was so rich." Ian raised his eyebrows: "Maybe military career is not your best field, becoming a legendary bard or novel Home is?"

"Don't. Saying that others are suitable to be novelists here belongs to the category of swearing."

An Sen let out a long sigh of smoke: "Really, this kind of person has nothing to go offline. For what he imagined in his mind, dramatic twists and absurd plans that are not feasible at all, he can do anything."

Ian Clemens: "…"