I will be crowned king

Just as the Guards officer and his adjutant stared in shock at the figure that they thought was an illusion, the gray tide pouring in from the door that was shattered by artillery had surrounded them on three sides.

The messy footsteps and slightly chaotic formation were not worth mentioning under the cover of numbers; when the Guards found that each of them had at least three rifles pointed at their heads, they had no time to laugh at these new recruits. They are.

There was no resistance, let alone any resistance. The Guardsmen, who had not received orders and had no idea what was going on, were stunned on the spot. They could not imagine that there was an army in the capital that would aim their guns at them, or even Many people thought they were reinforcements.

Of course, not everyone thinks so.

"What are you doing?!"

The Guards officer roared angrily, and stepped forward against several soldiers who were pointing guns at him. With no fear in his eyes, he walked towards the slender figure dressed most like an officer in the gray sea:

"What does this mean?! The security forces of the Church of Order let go of the thugs who occupied the factory and destroyed production. Instead, they aimed their guns at the loyal guards of the royal family. Is this what the church meant? They are preparing to break the IV of the Calendar of Saints. The proposal of the Seventeenth Year Public Order Conference is to declare war on the kingdom?!"

"Feel sorry."

Feeling the saliva flying in front of her, the female judge Sera interrupted the guard officer who was still talking: "Excuse me, are you..."

"Shut up! Lieutenant, you are not qualified to negotiate with me!" The Guards officer interrupted her unceremoniously:

"I am Major Xander Ross, ask the leader of the Storm Regiment to come see me!"

"Major Sander Ross, I advise you to calm down."

Sera, expressionless, raised two fingers of her right hand towards the furious major: "Before I answer your question, I want to tell you two facts."

"First, this incident involves the Old God Sect, so the security forces of the Church of Order have the right to take responsibility."

"Second..." She slowly put away her index finger: "Whether you accept the first point or not, you have to accept it. This is also the power given to the Church of Order by the Second Public Order Conference."

Staring at the middle finger raised by the female inquisitor, the major's expression was extremely ugly. As a Guards officer, he had never been so insulted before.

"Okay, even if you really have the right to handle this matter." The dark-faced major raised his hand and pointed his saber at the rifle beside him:

"Then what's going on? Who gave you the authority to point a gun at me and the Guards?!"

"Also! Who gave you the authority to use cannons in the royal capital - and the guns are not aimed at the thugs, but at the loyal guards!"

"Do you know what a bad impact this will have on the city of Clovis? Do you know how seriously this will damage the relationship between the kingdom and the church? Do you know how many incalculable consequences it will develop? !”

The ferocious-looking Major cursed angrily, but Sera Vigil, who was standing in front of him, seemed to be completely unable to hear his voice, and looked at him expressionlessly with some kind of "pity" in his eyes. he.

"Call your commander out now. I will confront him and make him pay for his actions!"

"I want to complain to the Army, the Privy Council, and the Church of Order about his barbaric behavior, and let the Army deprive him of his allowance! Let him... Hey, did you hear me?!"

Looking at the major who was still roaring furiously, Sera Vigil, whose expression remained unchanged, suddenly sighed and stepped aside.

The major, who was stunned for a moment, snorted coldly, thinking that the other party finally knew he was afraid.

Then he saw a petite figure, holding a rifle taller than herself, rushing towards him with cute big eyes.

"Boom!"

Lisa, who was holding the rifle backwards, half-hunched her body, pulled the afterimage and rushed forward, hitting Major Sander Ross in the lower abdomen with the butt of the rifle.

Because she is too small, Lisa still doesn’t use the Storm Regiment’s standard Leopold rifle, but the Bolney that Ludwig purchased at a high price during the Battle of Thunder Castle - designed specifically for nobles who love hunting. Not only does it have the advantages of small recoil and straight trajectory, the gun body is also imported natural oak.

And considering the comfort when holding the gun, a metal bottom bracket is thoughtfully designed at the end of the butt...

The major was so surprised that his eyes bulged, and his body stiffened for a moment, giving the illusion that his feet were floating in the air.

The afterimage of the petite body jumped up and hit the major with protruding eyes in the face with another gun butt.

"puff!"

Foaming blood spurted out of his mouth mixed with several teeth.

"Bang!"

The unconscious major turned ninety degrees and fell to the ground like a pendulum swinging.

The little girl with wide eyes still showed no sign of letting him go. She jumped straight on the major who was screaming on the ground. She raised her cute little feet in large military boots and stomped straight on the chest of his exquisite military uniform.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound like breaking a carrot echoed in everyone's ears.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Lisa, whose face was flushed, let out a clear and sweet roar. She raised the rifle high with her two little hands, and the iron-clad butt made a beautiful semicircle in the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

In front of the deathly silent factory gate, all the soldiers of the Guards and Storm Regiment froze on the spot as if they were stupid, looking at the scene in front of them with extremely strange eyes:

As a young and promising mid-level officer of the Guards, Major Sander Ross was able to climb to his current position not only because of his family advantages, but also because of the power of blood he inherited.

And now, this young and promising officer, a gifted person who has awakened the power of blood, and a Guardsman with rich fighting experience... is being pinned to the ground and beaten violently by a little girl who looks to be at most ten years old? !

Because the scene in front of her was so shocking that a full two minutes had passed, and no one from the storm group to the guards even thought of stopping her!

They just watched Lisa wave the rifle in her hand and hit the Guards officer whose face was already covered in blood on the ground; once, twice, three times...

Two minutes passed, three minutes passed... Panting, Lisa picked up the rifle, bang! "With a sound, he thrust the hole of the gun into the major's mouth.

"What are you going to do to Anson?! Say it!"

Lisa pursed her lips and skillfully pulled the bolt, filled the magazine with paper bullets, locked the gun, and held the trigger with her finger.

"I'll kill you if I don't!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The major, whose mouth was full of blood, desperately opened his eyes, looked at the female judge with begging eyes, and stammered desperately.

"Miss Lisa Bach, take the gun out of his mouth."

Slowly walking forward, Serra looked coldly at the Guards officer on the ground who was already in extremely miserable condition: "Our Major Sander Ross has understood his mistake and will never dare to be an enemy of Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach again. .”

"Really?!"

Facing the girl's question, the guard officer, whose face was covered in blood, nodded desperately.

The moment a gun was held to his mouth, he indeed felt unparalleled terror from the little girl in front of him; it was as if the person standing in front of him was not an innocent girl, but something more terrifying and more terrifying. An existence that is a thousand times more evil, ten thousand times more evil!

That kind of terror made him, a gifted person, even forget to resist... No, it wasn't that he forgot to resist, but he was so scared that his hands and feet were cold and his body didn't obey the orders at all.

"And you." The female judge suddenly looked back and looked at the Guards soldiers surrounded by the storm group:

"You didn't see or hear anything today. Leave quietly and leave the matter to the storm group. If anyone asks, just say..." Sera suddenly paused, with a cold look on her face. Suddenly a smile appeared:

"No, you won't say anything."

After the words fell, the soldiers of the Storm Regiment around them took aim with their guns and took a half-step forward in tacit understanding.

So the Guards chose to cooperate decisively and rationally.

"Guards—assemble!"

The bloody Guards officer was carried on the shoulders by his adjutant and another soldier. The remaining soldiers, carrying rifles and wounded, reorganized their teams as if nothing had happened, and let go from the Storm Regiment. Open the road and step forward with your head held high.

As the Guards left, more soldiers of the Storm Regiment filed in through the gaps in the barricades that were shattered by artillery; they quickly launched according to the division of tasks between the various companies.

Although the Storm Regiment itself is a new army that cannot be updated, it benefits from having a sufficient number of veteran lieutenants and graduates of the Royal Army Academy as grassroots officers; without the leadership of a supreme commander, it can still follow past experience and textbooks The same experience as an intern, using yelling and sticks to get the soldiers to do their jobs.

As it turns out, they did a pretty good job.

Four companies of line infantry, two companies of skirmishers, and one company of grenadiers... More than 800 "quasi-recruits" who had just completed less than half of their training took only three times the time of the Guards. All entrances and exits to the factory were blocked, streets and key points were controlled, and the siege of the factory was completed.

Almost at the same time as the storm group took action, the rioting workers in the factory also began to commotion; at first, there were very fierce shouts from behind the gate, and it seemed that the people inside were arguing about something.

But soon, as more and more troops appeared outside the factory, the quarrels began to subside and turned into panicked screams and chaotic cries.

When the storm group of more than a thousand people completely surrounded the factory, the entire factory fell into a strange dead silence, without any sound.

Under the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the workers' resistance flag was thrown into the ruins of the barricade, and its original position was replaced by the unicorn military flag symbolizing the Clovis royal family.

"I said, is this too much?"

Cole, Second Inquisitor and Captain of the Skirmishers, Dorian squeezed through the front row of line soldiers and stepped forward, followed by the deputy commander of the artillery company and four three-pound guns.

"To a bunch of incompetent and arrogant idiots? That's just fine."

The expressionless Sierra glanced at Lisa, who was still stamping her feet anxiously, and said softly:

"The lovely sister was worried about her brother's safety, so she bravely stood up and defeated the bad guys who wanted to harm her family - this was a just act that even the Circle of Order would protect."

Cole rolled his eyes.

"What should we do next?" He couldn't help but ask: "Anson Bach is still in the factory, should we find a way to rescue him first?"

"All the entrances and exits of the factory are blocked by workers. How are you going to get in and save him?" Serra, the cold "Deputy of the Internal Affairs," mocked.

"Okay, then we just wait for him to escape with Viscount Bognar?"

"No, we don't have much time." Lawrence Bernat, the "artillery commander" on the side, said in a hoarse voice:

"It took a lot of time to move the artillery. Now the news that Viscount Bogner is besieging the factory has begun to spread in the inner city; there will be a round of voting in the Privy Council tomorrow. If the problem cannot be properly resolved as soon as possible, it will have a big impact on the Public Administration Act. Impact."

"So what should we do?" Cole twitched his lips:

"With Anson Bach absent, who of you knows how to command the army?"

The three "fake officers" fell into silence at the same time, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"I said, what are you doing?!"

Just when the three of them were helpless, a very anxious voice suddenly rescued them; Lisa, who was jumping anxiously, shouted at them with the blood-stained Borni rifle:

"The troops have been assembled. Anson is behind the door. What are you waiting for?!"

"I, we..."

Just as the three of them were looking at each other, Lisa, who was stamping her feet anxiously, rushed directly to the front of the infantry line. With a loud "Bang!", she fired a shot into the sky.

"The whole army is ready - Lisa is the captain of the Guards of Captain Anson Bach, Lisa Bach! Now the captain is trapped in that fortress, you must follow Lisa to rescue him!"

"The first, second, and third line infantry companies are in position in four columns and are ready to charge at the fortress gate!"

"The fifth and sixth skirmisher companies spread out to the left and right in front of the infantry column, crouching and firing slowly, alternately covering the attack!"

"The artillery company was immediately in position, loaded with solid ammunition, fired rapidly within one minute, destroyed the main entrance of the fortress, and then quickly replaced the shrapnel shells to cover the charge!"

"Grenadier company, fourth line infantry company in reserve! Now everyone—fix bayonets!"

Under the stunned gazes, Lisa imitated a certain adjutant giving orders and screamed at the crowd at the top of her lungs.

As her screams echoed around the factory, the storm group immediately began to take action; the dark barrel was quickly aimed in the direction of the door, and the loading work was completed in only fifteen seconds.

"Artillery preparation——"

Looking at the little girl standing in front of the cannon, calmly raising the rifle, Cole Dorian, with a strange expression, suddenly approached the female inquisitor and whispered in a low voice:

"Let me tell you, regarding Anson Bach's 'sister' who appeared out of nowhere, did you find anything when she was dealing with Major Sander Ross just now..."

"No."

Sierra said coldly, lowering the brim of her hat slightly to cover her eyes:

"At least... not yet."

“Fire—!”

Today is 520, I wish everyone a happy 520 - a blessing from a street writer who is not even 520~