I will be crowned king

At 12:47, amidst the chaos, the mutinous legion finally broke through the outer streets after paying a lot of casualties; the residents of the inner city who had been trembling all morning finally saw the proud Clovis flag. , as well as the citizens of the outer city wailing under their military boots and running for their lives.

Faced with a flood of people and tear-jerking calls for help, the residents of the inner city showed the excellent traditions of the Clovis people: they defended themselves with high walls and resolutely did not allow people from the outer city to step into the inner city.

After all, the Clovis City rebellion happened two years ago. The noble inner city citizens still vividly remember what the thugs from the outer city did when they poured into the inner city; not to mention that behind these refugees, under the banner of " The rebels under the guise of "supporting justice" are also close at hand, and it is impossible to open the defense line and allow the other party to enter our community.

In contrast, the mutiny legions who were able to cooperate with each other at the beginning, or at least not interfere with each other, saw that victory was close at hand. They were only half a step away from entering the inner city, overthrowing the Privy Council, and finally entered into mutual control. The second stage of the back-to-back black gun shooting.

There was no way, the situation changed too fast. I thought it was probably going to be a hard fight, or at least the confrontation that lasted for most of the day actually lasted less than an hour; not to mention the communities that were already in riots, even those who seemed to be quite united and fought to the end The streets were also vulnerable to the boots of the standing army, and they were defeated.

Although most of these communities were only breached, a large number of armed citizens either turned to the streets and continued to attack the rebels, or fled with their whole families, leaving only empty houses littered with the rebels...

But in any case, at least on the surface these streets have been occupied by mutinous armies and have become spoils of war in the hands of various legions.

So it was no surprise that the first three legions to enter the city immediately began to loot and loot the occupied areas under the guise of suppressing the riots. At the same time, they divided their troops to block the street entrances and exits. On the one hand, they were to prevent latecomers from picking peaches; The opponent moved too fast and rushed into the inner city before him.

This obvious behavior of eating alone immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the subsequent "friendly troops". It started as a conflict between a small number of soldiers and middle- and lower-level officers, but soon escalated into a conflict between legions; for the ownership of the occupied area and the Over the distribution of the spoils, no less than a hundred conflicts broke out in less than half an hour.

The generals at the head of each legion were not idle, and their initial hypocrisy and subterfuge gradually broke down; money was second, and the most important thing was the food distribution in the occupied area and several entrances to the inner city. Willing to give in.

Relying on their private contacts with Ludwig, they all felt that they had a trump card in their hands, which could make them jump back at critical moments, and legitimately become true "loyal ministers of the kingdom". Everything was under control; they had no idea that they were In his eyes, the "good old man" Ludwig, who was inexperienced in the world, was racking his brains to think of how to make a few people kill each other and weaken the influence of this kind of person.

What he still doesn't know is that this key step that will obviously affect the direction of the situation has been part of Anson's plan from the beginning, and he has also arranged for an absolutely willing villain to go to the front line in person to execute his perfect plan... …

"So, where is this plan perfect?"

Looking at the thick smoke billowing and the two groups of troops confronting each other and arguing on the messy streets, the army captain couldn't help but said: "Deliberately retreat across the board while the enemy is getting reinforcements, leaving the streets in vain. Is this your perfect plan?" "

"First of all, it was not my plan, and I was just a helpless executor; secondly, do you think there was any choice given the situation at the time?"

Lieutenant Colonel Crowne expressionlessly picked up the weapons at hand and loaded ammunition one by one. His skillful movements were completely unlike a civilian who had been sitting in an office all year round and had almost never been on the battlefield:

"As for the group of militia soldiers under your command, I admit that they definitely have the courage to protect their property and family, and I also know that they have been trained to some extent, but they have to face a head-on conflict with a standing army that is three or four times their strength... "

"Well, let's put it this way, if they can hold on for five minutes without being completely wiped out, it's because the other side has mercy and deliberately let loose."

The army captain had a look of resentment on his face, clenched his teeth and remained silent - he knew what the other party said was right.

"The people who sent me said that whether we can save the streets is not the most important thing. Avoiding unnecessary casualties is the core goal." Lieutenant Colonel Crown snorted coldly. "I completely disagree with this fallacy, but it does not prevent me from doing so." The plan was executed perfectly.”

"Then what are you doing now?"

Looking at Crown, who was still busy, the army captain who was said to be unable to refute could only change the topic and pointed at the weapons on the ground: "Even if we want to ambush the other side next, we won't need so many weapons, right? "

Leyden, Leopold, August... There are no fewer than four or five brands that he can recognize, including but not limited to front-loading rifles, breech-loading rifles, revolvers, single-shot rifles, crude shotguns, Second-hand ones, brand new ones, self-modified ones...all kinds of them, almost dozens of them.

The army captain couldn't understand how the guy in front of him could collect so many weapons while running for his life.

"That's right, so we are not ambushing the other side." Lieutenant Colonel Crown nodded slightly and said without looking back: "I just counted, there are about two... soldiers following you, the militia leader. There are more than a dozen people, and the number of people arguing outside is at least twenty times ours; when the gunfire rings out, just wait for the group to be wiped out."

"Then you are..."

"Wait for the opportunity."

"Chance?"

Ignoring the Army Captain with question marks on his face, Lieutenant Colonel Crown stared closely at the two companies still arguing below, and quickly locked onto an angry young figure in the crowd in the back row, clutching a rifle.

Leiden in 1997. It's an old weapon but it's well maintained. It should be used like a new gun. Calculating the distance and the amount of charge, it should be about the same... With silent thoughts in his heart, Kroun picked up the rifle at hand. The mouth is pointed at the crowd below, slightly raised.

Three, two, one...

"boom--!"

The piercing sound of gunfire rang out, instantly putting an end to the quarrel among the crowd.

In the dead silence, the soldiers who were blushing just now were either surprised, angry, or confused... The crowded crowd dispersed silently, and all looked at the figure who was still white-eyed at the muzzle of the gun, and was so frightened that he couldn't even leave his mind.

"I, I didn't, I really didn't mean it, I..."

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"Stop explaining there, let us in quickly!"

"Exactly! Why are you sealing off the Osteria Palace and not allowing honorable members to enter the Privy Council to perform their duties? This is unauthorized power. I want to see your Majesty immediately to accuse you, the commander-in-chief of the Storm Legion!"

"Anson Bach, a mere brigadier general, a college graduate who was not even a school officer two years ago, dares to imitate the War Department and interfere with the Privy Council on his own initiative. What qualifications does he have?!"

"This is your final warning. You must understand that if you don't let us go in, you and your superiors will pay an absolutely unbearable price. I am thinking of you."

"My maternal grandfather's surname is Osteria, and my aunt is married to His Majesty Carlos's uncle. How dare you stop me, a member of the royal family, please let me in!"

...Noisy, shouting, noisy, the originally quiet square in front of the Osteria Palace has become extremely lively among the crowds of luxury carriages; the nobles and parliamentarians in gorgeous clothes either sighed or blushed, Or impatient... The only thing they have in common is that they obviously have no intention of giving up.

This is actually the "sequelae" of the last rebellion in Clovis: a large number of thugs poured into the inner city, and even briefly occupied "core areas" such as the station and White Lake Park, which made the nobles of Clovis aware of the entire situation. There is actually only one place in the city that is truly safe, and that is the Osteria Palace.

The largest and most elite troops have been gathered here, and they are basically convinced that they will hold on until the last moment during the uprising... So even if they are rejected over and over again, they will not give up easily and return to their beautiful villas or mansions. Go for luxury apartments.

At the same time, although they refused to give in at all, no nobles tried to threaten violence or forcefully break through the blockade, even if what stood in front of them was just a few simple fences and horses.

"That's because they themselves know that the Storm Legion had orders to set up road cards here - it doesn't matter if they make noises or something. Once violence is really necessary, can a few security guards and guards stop thousands of guns around them? ?”

Carl Bain, who was biting a cheap cigarette, took a strong drag with a look of disdain on his face: "To be honest, if I were them, I wouldn't shout here at all. I would simply ask the Storm Legion for a gun and join the defense." Wouldn’t Osteria Palace be enough?”

Karl really looks down on these people. In the past two years, the chief of staff who came out of the countryside has met the knights of Hantu, the pure-blooded elf nobles of Iser, and the colonists of the New World...

They may be greedy, they may be arrogant, they may be ignorant or even incompetent, but without exception, when encountering emergencies, these people without exception dare to take up arms and stand up to defend their power, status and property. Go for it.

In comparison, the Clovis nobles in front of them were as weak as domestic animals. Apart from being greedy and demanding, they had forgotten even the most basic instinct of resistance. They were still fighting against others at this critical moment of life and death. Arguing with reason - do they really think that just opening their mouths will make the soldiers put down their guns?

Anson next to him was smoking a pipe, smiling and saying nothing... He had no intention of correcting some of the wrong views of the chief of staff who was loyal to him, but extremely biased against the Clovis nobles because of his background.

The nobles of Clovis did not resist because their real power had been deprived of them long ago. Clovis was the only outlier in the ordered world who had completed the centralization of monarchy in advance; the wealthy and nobles had some privileges and accumulated wealth that were permitted by the state. Apart from that, he is no different from ordinary people, and is fundamentally different from those powerful feudal lords in the empire and Hantu.

But so what, they pass the blame, do not take responsibility, are self-righteous, greedy and demanding... These are all obvious. They are not better because of the different systems, but more like a burden to the Kingdom of Clovis.

To use an analogy with fruits, the feudal lords were probably covered with barbs and were probably poisonous. For wild fruits, the Clovis nobles were mostly oranges that had been squeezed out of their juice... The former may still be somewhat attractive, but the latter may even contribute If you drink juice, it should end up being thrown into the trash can as soon as possible.

After complaining a few words, the chief of staff, whose expression was obviously relieved, turned his head again and said to Anson: "So as long as we find a way to detain these guys, His Majesty will be safe, right?"

"No, it's just a possibility." Anson, biting his pipe, shook his head, his eyes quite complicated: "I'm not completely sure this time. Many things may have to wait until the mutiny is over to know what happened. .”

Carl was silent for a moment. This was the first time he had seen such an unconfident Anson. In the past, whether in the vast earth or the new world, the bastard in front of him always seemed to be full of confidence. Even if he was slightly uneasy, it was because he was worried that the plan was not "perfect". , with an exaggerated expression that makes people want to punch him.

He was deliberately staying calm like this, but he was actually completely unsure... Carl thought of that night at Thunder Castle.

"...Is that guy so powerful?"

"More powerful than imagined." Anson took a deep breath and nodded imperceptibly: "If I want to describe it, I can suddenly understand it now. When Louis Bernard saw me in Eagle Point City, What’s your mood?”

"So exaggerated?" Karl was stunned: "What's his name?"

"Well, his name is..."

Anson, who had just subconsciously wanted to answer, suddenly froze, and the name he was about to say suddenly stopped on his lips.

Maurice...Maurice Périgord?

Why, why do you suddenly feel that this name sounds so familiar, as if you have heard it somewhere?

Suddenly, Anson's brows furrowed and his heart tightened, and he tried hard to recall the names of all the people he met in the past; they seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember the person's face...

ah? !

By the way...Maurice Périgord...isn't that the name of the Elf Ambassador of Yser who died at St. Isaac's College and was killed by the Inquisition? !

Why...their names are exactly the same?

coincide? !

Anson gritted his teeth and tried hard to retrieve the remaining memories, and a feeling of panic began to spread in his chest; he suddenly remembered that when he was on the Avenue Bleman, little Périgord used his memory to let him live in exchange for his life. .

Could it be...