I will be crowned king

"...On October 20, ninety-nine years of the Saint's calendar, during a patrol organized by the commander of the southern fortress, I, a boy from the countryside of Clovis, saw the appearance of the icy peaks in the morning light for the first time in my life.

This is truly an indescribably majestic mountain. If I were to describe it, it would be like a wall, a wall that would make people feel desperate and almost insurmountable!

According to the textbook, Chenxi Ice Peak is not a wall, it is simply a high tower, a tower of nearly five thousand meters; and with it as the main body, the Chenxi Mountain Range extending east and west, almost every peak has an average height of at least three thousand meters. meters above height.

The entire mountain range is like a barrier where these towers stand, dividing the fertile plains from the kingdoms of the old world. Only a few mountain passes, roads and seaports connect each other; each one has a prosperous and easy to defend and difficult to attack 's fortress.

If you don't want to pass through these roads, you can only follow the mountain trails and forcibly climb over the mountains that are covered with ice and snow all year round; but that is almost like committing suicide, and I can't imagine anyone doing that.

‘There have been. ’ Major William, the chief of staff, said to me.

'During the era of the great sectarian schism, there was indeed such a small Clovis army. In order to break through the siege of the Church of Order and its allies, they climbed over the snowy mountains in March when the ice and snow had not yet melted, and unexpectedly raided the enemy's rear. Not only He captured the enemy's castle and took the lord's daughter as his wife. ’

'The leader of that army was Edward Bach, your ancestor, Anson. ’

Major William laughed heartily and said that with such crazy blood flowing in my veins, I might one day do something even more exaggerated than my ancestors.

I highly doubt this, because I have never heard of such an ancestor.

Later I discovered that Major William said this to almost every military cadet he liked, and the protagonist every time was named Edward, only the last name was different..."

Looking at the steep ice peaks at his feet, Anson Bach, Lieutenant Colonel of the Kingdom of Clovis Army and Deputy Commander of the Southern Army, sighed and stuffed the diary with bullet holes under his scarf back into the inside of his coat; The flag of the Horned Beast King was planted in the deep snow, making a hunting sound blown by the howling mountain wind.

Behind him, a cold, hungry, and exhausted army was camping on the leeward side of the hillside; the tents were set up crookedly, and various supplies were scattered on the ground; the weak soldiers They gathered around the bonfire with their guns in hand. Not only were they not beaten or scolded, but even their respective officers came over to borrow the fire and smoked the few cigarettes they had left.

Everyone's face was full of exhaustion, and they were so hungry that they didn't even want to talk to the people next to them because it would be a waste of energy except waiting for their meal.

The company commanders and guides of several skirmishing companies were surrounding Adjutant Carl Bain, arguing and writing and drawing on the only map he had; the little secretary was wrapped in a blanket and coat from head to toe. With two dark circles under his eyes, Guan sat shivering by the brazier and sorted out the supply list.

Only Lisa still maintained her strong vitality. Wearing only a military coat from head to toe, she jumped up and down as if she had endless energy; she had never been to a snow-capped mountain before, and the towering morning icy peaks were too far for her. It's like another world, full of countless novelties every moment.

But except for her, the entire army's attitude towards the magnificent Morning Ice Peak had quickly changed from the initial admiration to boredom, hatred and hatred.

Because this "mountain climbing trip" is really hard and long.

In order to avoid Eagle Point City, which is controlled by the Yisel elves, and assist and cover the main force of the Southern Legion in the siege; Anson must detour behind the enemy lines and forcefully march over the snow-capped mountains via mountain trails.

Anson was fully prepared before setting off for this obviously uncomfortable marching route.

Mountaineering is a sport that consumes a lot of energy and requires considerable skills. For ordinary soldiers who have never climbed a mountain, it is tantamount to suicide to allow them to climb a mountain thousands of meters high.

Therefore, Anson distributed more than a hundred experienced skirmishers to each company to serve as "instructors". At the same time, referring to the "advanced experience" of the "former Anson" who had practiced in the southern fortress, he first conducted a week-long training in the hilly area at the foot of the mountain. exercises; it was only after the vast majority of soldiers gradually got used to it that the departure was officially announced.

In addition, when the army travels long distances in difficult environments, the most important thing is to ensure the transportation of materials; the rugged mountain roads make it impossible for soldiers to carry a large amount of equipment and materials, so they must have enough livestock; marching in snowy mountains also requires cold-resistant clothing and climbing Tools, more fuel and more food need to be carried, all of which take up transportation capacity.

In order to ensure that he brought more supplies, he directly left twelve artillery pieces and a large number of artillery shells, lead bullets and some hand grenades in a warehouse in the town at the foot of the mountain. Only one howitzer and two six-pounder cannons were left in the entire army.

In this way, the more than 2,000 people who finally moved forward lightly ensured the transportation capacity. According to the most pessimistic prediction of the young secretary, the supplies they carried were probably enough for one to two months, and they could cross the snow-capped mountains in four to five days at most.

But now it seems that he is not pessimistic enough.

The first is the road - although smugglers have been exploring for hundreds of years and have discovered several trails in the snow-capped mountains that can be used by people and livestock; however, no matter how large a smuggling group is, it only has a few hundred people. The road they took was simply not large enough for more than two thousand heavily armed soldiers to pass smoothly.

Road collapse and landform deformation are trivial matters. The real trouble is that there is no area where the entire army can camp safely. In addition, heavy snow has blocked the mountains, frostbite, colds, stomach problems, foot sores...all kinds of illnesses every day. Yes, there are only a few military doctors who are busy every day, and there is not much medicine left.

After struggling for nearly ten days, Anson didn't even care about the missing soldiers, because the entire army was almost lost!

It is completely different from the plains with markers, or the ocean with stars or the direction of the sun and the moon. The terrain of the rugged snow-capped mountains changes almost every day and is changing all the time; but in March and April when the ice and snow melt, the top of the Dawn Mountains is still the same. It was the howling wind and snow, and the sky was dark.

The so-called map has become a reference and decoration. Even the most experienced smugglers can only rely on luck. There is no absolutely safe and foolproof road - otherwise, why would they still smuggle?

Under such circumstances, everyone must rack their brains and do everything possible to survive; the most dangerous environment also squeezes everyone's potential to the maximum extent.

For Anson, it was that he found a new way to combine magic and "superpowers".

Among the three major magics, although the Conjurer has almost the strongest and most versatile spell-casting ability, it is limited by its range; it can only distort and transform the environment within a radius of fifteen to twenty meters centered on itself, and beyond the range. It will definitely fail.

But for spellcasters who have reached the third or higher stage and have truly mastered the essence of conjuration magic, it is not difficult to solve this limitation; because the range of spellcasting is only a matter of volume, and under the premise that the volume remains unchanged, The range can be changed.

After many attempts, Anson was gradually able to turn the original spherical casting range into a vertical cone with a height of about fifty meters; with the help of supernatural powers, he placed the "perspective" of the picture in his mind at the apex of the cone. Location.

The advantage of this is that he can see a large area intuitively, but the disadvantage is that it is equivalent to standing fifty meters in the air and looking down. The picture he sees is far less clear than before; and the perspective is fixed. , can only move with the movement of the body.

Such changes made Anson really excited for a while. On the third day of climbing the snow-capped mountains, he began to carry the blood-red Unicorn King flag and lead the way for everyone at the front of the entire army.

Among the more than 2,000 people in the army, only more than 800 of the Storm Regiment belong to Anson's "family". It's okay for Anson to turn them from homeless vagrants into soldiers with food and salary. grateful.

Many of the remaining more than 1,200 people had never even heard of him. Not to mention loyal, most of them were actually dissatisfied with being assigned to this unlucky deputy commander and being forced to climb a snow-capped mountain. It's full of complaints.

Relying on this "superpower" like a tactical radar, Anson led the army to avoid several avalanches and mountain collapses. In addition, he led by example and marched on foot, evenly distributing food and fuel, and finally established a certain reputation in the army. prestige.

Or maybe he hasn't been shot in the face by a soldier who was full of resentment... Standing on the edge of the cliff, Anson couldn't help but laugh bitterly, with a little bit of comfort mixed in the laughter.

Because this nightmare day is finally over!

After spending twice as much time as originally planned, the army finally bypassed the last mountain peak, crossed the Dawn Mountains in an almost straight line, and began to advance down the mountain road.

"How is the situation? Can you determine the general direction?"

Looking at Carl Bain walking towards him from behind, Anson forced a smile on his frozen face.

"It's not bad, but there are a few landmarks that don't match up...but that's not a problem."

Karl, who was desperately wrapped up in his coat, sniffed, and his hoarse voice showed an extremely tired face: "I talked with several skirmisher company commanders in charge of reconnaissance. The road is basically correct. Continue along this road. If we move forward, we can cross the Chenxi Mountains and enter the Hantu Plain - it's really not easy!"

"Yeah, it's not easy." Anson nodded with deep feeling:

"Have you found any traces of enemy patrols? I heard from the guide that smuggling inspections have become more and more strict in recent years."

"I sent some skirmishers to search, but found no sign of any patrol soldiers passing by." Karl trembled and shrugged:

"Maybe it's because the war broke out and the troops were concentrated in military camps and fortresses, so they didn't have time to deal with the smugglers running around all over the mountains, right?"

"What's more important is that they probably didn't expect that there would be such a group of desperate lunatics who would cross the snowy mountains in winter just to sneak around and attack a fortress that probably could be captured without a sneak attack."

The grumbling adjutant couldn't help complaining: "To be honest, the more I think about it, the more strange it becomes. What is the meaning of this order from the Army? We only have more than two thousand people. If the enemy really wants to send reinforcements, it is impossible to stop them. Stay, but if there are no reinforcements...then why are we going to all this trouble?"

"Of course you believe that I can create miracles!" Anson raised the corners of his mouth, and when he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help joking:

"Isn't it because you believe in my abilities and plans that you are willing to be my adjutant?"

"No, it's purely because you gave me too much, plus I was hot-tempered." Carl Bain shook his head decisively:

"I will never make this mistake of actively seeking death again!"

"Don't say that, we are not here to die, we are here to make a fortune!" Anson smiled and patted the depressed Karl on the shoulder:

"Eagle Point City is not a country like Thunder Castle... I asked Allen to check it. Every year, the tolls that the Ysel elves take from this city start at tens of thousands; capture the fortress, you, deputy commander and adjutant The spoils distributed are enough to buy a manor with two thousand acres of land in the countryside!"

"Speaking of which, how far is it from Eagle Point City?"

"It's very close."

Carl responded casually. The army captain, who has always been on the road of taking the blame and being unlucky, obviously didn't take Anson's "getting rich" seriously:

"In fact, if the sky is clear now, you should be able to see the general outline of Eagle Point City from here."

"oh?"

Surprised, Anson raised his head and looked in the direction Carl pointed.

Almost at the same time, the howling blizzard suddenly stopped, and even the dark clouds covering the entire dome dispersed unconsciously.

The bright morning sun tears through the clouds and mist, shining on the earth with soft and warm light.

On the rugged mountain road, the soldiers who finally saw the sun gave out waves of cheers, and smiles once again returned to everyone's faces.

Besides Anson...and Carl.

"I said...where is the Eagle Point City you are referring to?"

On the towering cliff, looking at the endless vast land, Ansen asked in a daze.

"This..." Karl, who had just pointed forward confidently, immediately frowned and his expression became hesitant:

"It should be in that direction. Could it be... ah, maybe it's blocked by some mountain?"

"Well, it's possible, possible." Anson nodded repeatedly.

Just as the two expressionless people were singing along, Lisa, who had rushed behind at some point, suddenly ran back wildly, waving a small flag as she ran, holding a monocular telescope in her hand, excitedly There was no fatigue on his face at all.

"Anson, Anson! I saw a castle behind the mountain that was many times bigger than Thunder Castle. They all said it was Eagle Point City!"

Behind the mountain...

The two people who followed the voice looked back in unison, watching Lisa dancing in the snow.

Anson's eyes turned to Karl involuntarily:

"You said...were we not careful..."

"Going the other way?"