I will be crowned king

Led by the chief of staff, all the officers of the entire Storm Legion lined up neatly in two columns, standing in front of him with either a serious face, a half-smile, or a long sigh of relief...with different expressions.

Carl Bain was holding a cigarette with his hands in his pockets, as if he wanted to write his "complaints" directly on his face, followed closely by Alexei Dukasky and Norton Crosell, one on the left and one on the right. , the moment he saw Anson coming out, his eyes lit up.

Lieutenant Colonel Leo, the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment, somehow got together with Julien. He surrounded Lisa, who grinned from the corners of her mouth to the roots of her ears, followed closely by the military doctor who looked like she was still awake, and two people holding her head. The little secretary who has big dark circles under her eyes but is still full of energy.

"You, you..."

Looking at those scorching eyes, Anson was stunned: "It's not that the order from the Ministry of War has not been issued yet. You must stay in the military camp..."

"I sent someone to arrange a special car to bring them here."

With a calm voice mixed with a sigh, Ludwig, who looked as usual, slowly came from the corridor behind Anson, and it was only him: "This is a life and death trial related to your future and destiny... If you want to celebrate, it will be deserted. It’s somewhat unsightly.”

"oh?"

Anson turned around pretending to be surprised, not forgetting to salute: "Major General Ludwig, did you guess in advance that I could win this trial?"

"Guess? That's not true. I just have great confidence in you." Ludwig stared at him sharply, raised the corners of his mouth, and casually responded to Anson with a chest-thumping salute: "We are friends, even more You are a comrade in arms. If you say who knows you best among Clovis’s generals, there shouldn’t be anyone other than me, right?”

"Besides...you are now a general, so you don't need to salute me. The relationship between us should be more casual."

Anson smiled and said nothing.

Ludwig looked at him deeply and walked away.

Just when he was about to pass by him, the Franz heir suddenly stopped and said coldly in a voice that only two people could hear: "Don't think that I don't know who you have been looking for. Some Just because I didn’t tell you something doesn’t mean I don’t know.”

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already appeared ten steps away, and he turned his head as if he suddenly remembered something:

"Also... Speaking of boss, did you, the commander of the colonial garrison, forget to meet someone when you returned to Clovis City?"

Ansen was startled, and the smile on his face froze.

After saying these words, Ludwig didn't stay any longer and left quietly.

However, before he could recover from his slight uneasiness, Viscount Bogner appeared in front of him.

"I thought about it for a long time, and finally I feel that I owe you an apology." The Viscount, biting his pipe, sighed, as if he regretted and sighed: "On the night we met in Beigang, I actually thought of you as my little girl two years ago. Guy."

"But now that ignorant little officer who rushed into the city of Clovis, just for safety, has grown into a leader capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities... This was a mistake of mine, a mistake that I regret very much; if it could be repeated Come on, I hope our cooperative relationship can be more equal."

No, you just regret not discovering the true strength of the Storm Legion, and actually only chose to win over me... Anson chuckled: "Let the past matter be in the past, the future is what the loyal ministers of the kingdom should really consider. "

"Yes, the future is the most critical!"

Viscount Bognar's eyes shone and he nodded meaningfully: "If you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to tell me directly. Although the Privy Council seems to outsiders to be doing nothing, in fact there are still many people who are willing to do things and are willing to do something. A loyal minister who dares to do something.”

While leaving, he did not forget to glance at the Storm Legion officers gathered around him. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he hesitated and gave up.

Next up was Lady Catalina, the fiery leader of the Railroad Commission. The first thing she said when she saw Anson was: "What did that bastard say to you?"

"...Who do you mean?"

"Who else?! Of course..." Mrs. Catalina's tone paused, as if she suddenly changed the direction of her attack: "Of course it's Bogner, what do you think?"

"I thought?"

Anson's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably, but he still held back: "I also think you are talking about Viscount Bogner, right?"

"Hmph." With a slight snort, Lady Catalina looked at him deeply: "If I guessed correctly, that guy regrets it now, right?"

"You are a worthy leader of the Railway Committee. Madam is wise."

Anson quickly smiled and offered two kind words: "According to the Viscount, he hopes to establish a new relationship with me and seek a better future."

"In order to seek the future, why didn't he simply say that he hoped you would join the Reformists?" Mrs. Catalina was quite disdainful: "Listen Anson Bach, for you now, the Reformists are definitely an important political ally, but They are nobles and politicians, and they cannot give you, an officer who has climbed up from the bottom, much benefit."

"If you want to strengthen yourself in this city, you must recognize who is your partner and who is your friend; you can learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses with your friends, but only by working with your partners can you maximize your strengths and bring tangible benefits... Do you understand?"

"It couldn't be clearer."

Anson nodded slightly: "When it comes to ocean trade, the most important ones are large and cheap goods such as ores, coal, and wood, as well as light and easy-to-carry luxuries such as treasures, gold, coffee, and red wine."

"But no matter what it is, it needs ships and steam trains to transport it. Only by minimizing transportation costs can we obtain the most generous returns - so the New World Company's most important partner in Clovis is the Railway Commission."

Anson's words definitely came from his heart. Without steam trains to dilute the costs, the coal and iron in the New World, no matter how worthless they were, could not compete with the local mines that were closer and had huge labor and mining costs.

"You are a smart person, you must know what to do." As she spoke, Mrs. Catalina handed her business card to Anson: "Remember to send your most trusted person over. If you want to earn more in business than others, It’s not enough to have a good brain, keeping secrets always comes first.”

"I will remember your teachings."

With a full smile, Anson watched the other party get into the carriage.

Soon, as the trial ended, more figures came out of the court one after another, either enthusiastically or meaningfully, coming forward to exchange greetings with the Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Legion who had just been cleared of his charges. Afterwards, he left with satisfaction.

And I don't know if it was a coincidence, but all the people and organizations related to the Army Department did not leave from the main entrance here, and tacitly chose the more remote side entrance, and no one even noticed their presence.

Obviously, the sudden arrival of Carlos II and his behavior of expressing his views in such a public manner seriously hurt the hearts of the people in the War Department. Even Anson was expecting someone to come up and say harsh words at first, revealing his unwillingness and anger. Extremely twisted expression.

Anson regretted not getting such a cherished opportunity - if he missed this time, it would be very difficult to destroy the authority of the War Department.

"Why, are you really planning to publicly fight with the War Department outside the court in front of tens of thousands of people?"

Seeing through his boss's thoughts at a glance, Carl Bain couldn't help but said: "You have just been cleared of your charges with great difficulty. If someone from the Ministry of War really comes out from behind this door, I don't think they will die together." Is sex bigger?”

"That's just a possibility." Anson rolled his eyes after being exposed: "What's more, didn't it happen?"

"Good, very good, better not."

Karl nodded seriously: "At least now, I think you have no chance of winning."

"...I just won the trial."

"That's right, and we won with countless assists." Karl agreed: "If we had followed the original plan, there would have been at least a 30% chance that the Army Department would die together - until the first halftime break. What happened outside?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Karl said solemnly: "No one came out of the court."

Anson finally couldn't help but raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely true!"

The young clerk on the side held a document bag and walked forward quickly: "Not only that, fifteen minutes after the court session, the Whitehall Street police and the palace guards who came from nowhere joined forces and directly blocked the entire square - —While standing on the eaves, someone saw soldiers setting up and installing mortars behind the palace wall of the Osteria Palace!"

Um? !

This situation was a little beyond Anson's expectations... He calculated that the royal family could not really ignore the trial and let the situation develop, but the situation had reached this point and could no longer be described as "serious".

In other words, the court was really as it guessed, and did not really verify the evidence, including those later provided by Crown; all results were only determined internally by the court.

"They can pronounce you innocent, or they can pronounce you guilty... In the end, it's really just a thought." Carl Bain nodded slightly and lowered his voice desperately:

"So if the situation really develops to the point where there is no end to the fight, do you really think those people will watch helplessly?"

can you? of course not.

At this point, the situation has become clear: the royal family or some people have a general desired outcome for this trial. In this outcome, they can win, but they may also lose; as long as it does not affect their interests, they will not Use the most powerful means directly.

The personal arrival of Carlos II can be seen as a signal. They have already foreseen that things are beginning to develop to extremes, and they must take action in order to calm the situation; if any party refuses to give in in the end, they will be sentenced to death in an instant.

"But on the other hand, it was precisely because the commander-in-chief showed strength that he could die with the Army Department that he could win this trial."

Norton Crosell on the side suddenly said: "Otherwise, if things go as normal, the best result is probably that the Ministry of War will take the initiative to withdraw the lawsuit, but the commander-in-chief also needs to bear a harmless charge to save those people. A little bit of face.”

"Of course there are also the attitudes of all parties, the church, the local factions, the Northern Chamber of Commerce, the Free Confederacy, the middle- and lower-level military officer organizations, the reformists led by Viscount Bogner...the joint stance of these people makes the outcome of the trial possible. There’s room to fight for.”

"That's not all. The achievements of Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach are also obvious to all!" Julien suddenly took a step forward and stared at Anson with a burning gaze:

"The Rebellion in Clovis City, the Battle of Hantu, the Ysel Elf Punishment War, the New World Colonial Independence War and the Great Holy War... Such glorious achievements are obvious to all, and there is absolutely no way he is a traitor to the kingdom!"

While speaking, the commander of the Fifth Corps clenched his right hand tightly into a fist and pressed it against his chest. The light emanating from his body made the colleagues around him almost unable to open their eyes.

Carl Bain, whose mouth twitched, subconsciously looked away and said in a very reluctant tone: "In short, being able to bring this matter to an end with the current result may not be the best result, but it is certainly not the worst. .”

Anson quite agrees with this point: "At least it solves the crisis that the Storm Legion may be disbanded, and it can also ensure the smooth establishment of diplomatic relations between the Free Confederacy and Clovis... Those who complete these two projects are considered successful."

While speaking, Anson came closer and asked softly: "Is that thing...already done?"

Carl Bain, who understood it, nodded incomprehensibly, and replied in a chatty tone: "It has been handed over to William Gottfried. The guy said... he will give you a reply in three days."

Three days? Anson said nothing more and prepared to hold Lisa's hand and leave.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Karl suddenly raised his hand and stopped him again: "You want to leave?"

"...What if?"

Anson was directly confused by him: "The trial is over, what are we still doing here?"

"Then what do you think we are here for?" Karl laughed involuntarily and raised his finger to point at the crowd of people behind him: "The Northern Chamber of Commerce said that they hire these people on a daily basis."

"You mean..."

"You guessed it right, my Commander-in-Chief!"

Before he finished speaking, with a sudden wave of his hand, the officer corps immediately withdrew to both sides. When the tens of thousands of people gathered in the square saw the sudden figure, they immediately burst into earth-shaking cheers!

It was boiling sea water, a disorderly and grand movement, and a trumpet of victory, playing in front of him.

Anson's eyes widened and his mind suddenly went blank, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised.

"How is it?" Carl Bain's lazily voice sounded: "Are you very excited and happy?"

"hapiness?"

Anson, who never looked back, faced the crowd whose voices were getting louder and louder:

"I'm so happy that you can't even imagine it!"