I will be crowned king

By the time Anson and Leon Francois arrived on the battlefield with the main force, the battle was already over.

After experiencing two minutes of rapid artillery fire, the elven outposts who were bombarded with howling ghosts and wolf howls unsurprisingly chose to surrender - given the rugged terrain of Eagle Point Pass, unless they broke up and fled into the mountains as deserters, they would have no chance at all. There is a second way to go.

After being surrounded by his subordinates, "sincerely persuading" with bayonets and rifles, and "inspired" by the Clovis skirmishers chasing after them from the opposite side, the elf knight with a supreme sense of honor simply raised the white flag to express his gratitude. Be willing to surrender.

So in less than half an hour, Anson had more than 400 Yser Elf prisoners.

"Plop!"

The elf knight, who was tied into a rice dumpling, was pushed to his knees by two skirmishers. He was in a miserable state: his breastplate, weapons, and all the valuables on his body were stripped off, leaving only his clothes; he was shot once. His shoulders were still bleeding, and his hair was sloppy and messy with blood and mud... He didn't look like the noble and elegant elf in the legend at all.

The excited Lisa put the revolver against the back of his head, proudly puffing up her little chest and looking at Anson and Carl Bain opposite, like a child showing off her new toy to her companions.

"Name?"

Anson looked at the other person with a little curiosity in his eyes - this was almost the second time he saw a living elf.

"Bule Matias!"

Even though he was as embarrassed as a beggar, the elf knight still maintained a arrogant tone, raising his head desperately as if he was planning to point his nostrils at Anson:

"Congratulations, Your Excellency, you defeated a glorious pure-blooded knight of Iser - albeit in a very dishonorable way. Since you are a Clovis, I can ignore it. These are probably etiquette you have never heard of.”

"But as an elf noble, I demand the minimum respect and courtesy; instead of being forced to kneel in front of you with a loss of face like now!"

These impassioned, courteous words fully demonstrated the pride of the Ysel elves and their tradition of maintaining dignity even when forced to kneel and humiliate.

"You're right." Anson nodded with emotion:

"Indeed, you shouldn't humiliate a nobleman like this."

Buller Matias's eyes lit up: "Then..."

"Lisa." Anson did not answer the elf knight, but looked at the girl behind him holding the revolver:

"Kill him."

After saying that, Anson smiled and nodded at him, then turned around and left.

"etc!"

Hearing the sound of the revolver hammer behind him, the elf knight was agitated. He was so frightened that he even roared sharply: "I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Anson immediately stopped, smiled and raised his hand to stop Lisa:

"continue."

"As a voluntary surrenderer, I have the right to know who I am surrendering to!" The dazed elf knight spoke faster, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to stay calm:

"In addition, the Mattias family is one of the thirteen most noble pure-blood families in Iser. My father and uncles will be willing to pay a large amount of money to redeem me, a large amount of money!"

Pureblood family?

Anson's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at his loyal adjutant; Carl Bain, who immediately understood, quickly rolled his eyes helplessly, coughed twice in a pretentious manner, and then looked at the elf knight seriously:

"Standing in front of you is none other than Lord Anson Bach himself, appointed by the Clovis Army, hand-picked by the Privy Council, and commander of the Southern Army!"

"Commander of the Southern Legion?!"

The shocked elf knight's eyes widened instantly.

"you do not believe?"

"No! No, it's not that I don't believe it...it's just...this...how is this possible...I mean..." The elf knight became incoherent for a moment, and his expression quickly changed between shock and some kind of panic:

"You...have already captured Eagle Point City?"

He asked very cautiously, his eyes in a state of confusion where he couldn't believe it but felt that it could only be like this.

"of course not."

Anson, who spoke slowly, stepped closer to the elf knight kneeling on the ground:

"Your Excellency Buller Matias."

"Um?"

"Let me ask you a question, do you want to die or live?"

"...want to live."

"That's good." Anson smiled slightly and patted his shoulder lightly:

"I can let you and your soldiers go without asking for a ransom of a copper plate; I can even give you some supplies so that you can lead your remaining men to complete the mission and reach Eagle Point City Fortress alive."

The elf knight was startled for a moment, but then showed a slightly bitter expression. He glanced at Anson cautiously from the corner of his eye and said:

"Then...what's the price?"

The expressionless Carl Bain immediately took out a map of the area around Eagle Point Pass from his bag and spread it out in front of the elf knight:

"You should know the march route of the Ysel Elf reinforcements, the outposts, the baggage train, the headquarters, and the general location of the main force—you should know that, right?"

The nervous elf knight tensed up and twitched his throat hard while looking at the map in front of him.

"Aren't you... worried that I will give you false information?"

Faced with this question, the "Commander of the Southern Army" just smiled contemptuously:

"It doesn't matter, lie or be honest, I will keep my promise and let you and your men go to Eagle Point City; I don't care, because you will not be the first Ysel Elf to be captured by me."

"Soon, my elite troops and I will eat up your outposts one by one. At that time, I will also give them the same conditions for the elven nobles captured by me... You will know for yourself whether it is true or false."

"When Eagle Point City falls, those who tell the truth will receive my respect and courtesy, and I will let them leave in a very honorable way; as for those who deceive me..."

Anson paused suddenly, looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

The elf knight suddenly shivered for no reason.

"You won't lie to me, will you, Lord Buller Matias?"

"Of course!" The elf knight nodded repeatedly and swallowed with a pale face:

"I swear!"

"Very good, then I won't hurt you."

With a faint smile, Anson knelt down and made eye contact with the extremely nervous elf knight:

"Now tell me, what is the name of the commander of this elf army?"

……………………

An hour later, Buller Matias, who was stripped down to only his clothes, and four hundred remaining soldiers left the battlefield carrying supplies that were enough for them for two days, and continued to advance toward Eagle Point City along the road.

Their weapons and equipment, the baggage they transported, and their scattered belongings all became Anson's "first pot of gold" at Eagle Point Pass.

"The inventory is almost done."

Carrying a stack of ledgers, Carl Bain reluctantly said to Anson - after the little secretary left, in addition to staff officer and adjutant, he now also serves as the chief of staff and logistics director:

"There is almost the equipment of an infantry regiment, twenty baggage carriages, six hundred men and ten days of supplies, plus some scattered lead bullets and gunpowder, etc., not much - when will you find a division chief and a staff officer?"

"Don't worry about this. You can continue to work harder if you are able - I will pay you according to your position later."

Anson waved his hand carelessly. This result was basically within his expectation. After all, it was just an outpost and it was impossible to carry too much baggage. It would be better to say that this amount was already quite a lot.

The enemy's attitude towards the siege of Eagle Point City can also be roughly seen from the equipment and equipment ratio of an army; an outpost army of about the size of an infantry regiment carried a large amount of supplies, and its marching distance was almost out of touch with the large army... This at least shows that Two o'clock.

First of all, the Ysel elves were on their way in a hurry. The troops might not even set off on the same day. Instead, they concentrated some of them and set off immediately, and then slowly gathered the rest.

Furthermore, they were completely unprepared for the area south of Eagle Point City, and did not even have the most basic vigilance. Otherwise, it would be impossible for an outpost army to carry so much baggage. Instead, they should try to reduce the burden as much as possible and move forward quickly.

Anson came to the conclusion that the Ysel elves are fully confident that Eagle Point City will not fall in the short term, and they fully trust that the Seven Cities Alliance in the south or the Grand Duchy of Thun will not betray them.

"What are you going to do next, continue to be a bandit in the mountains?"

Karl didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. He was busy counting the bills and preparing to organize people to transport the captured materials to the outpost: "This is a hilly area. The sound of artillery can be heard several kilometers away. You can't expect all the enemies to be deaf and deaf." Silly?"

"Of course it's impossible. I guess they will react after one more time at most." Anson took out a bottle of wine from the box on the side and tried to open the cork:

"But this will be beneficial to us."

"What's the meaning?"

"Literally." Anson raised his lips and poured a full glass of wine for his adjutant:

"If all the reinforcements from the Ysel elves are of this small size, with one or two infantry regiments heading towards Eagle Point City, with our small force, we will not be able to stop them unless we capture a fortress close to Eagle Point City. ——But that’s courting death.”

"But if the enemy is worried about being ambushed and deliberately slows down his marching speed to gather the originally scattered troops... then it will be different."

"What's different?" Karl frowned:

"Do you think that more than two thousand of us can fight against a well-equipped elven infantry division?"

"Of course that's impossible." Anson is still very clear about the morale and fighting will of his men:

"But it's not our turn to fight them head-on."

"Um?"

"Didn't I say that half of the success of the plan depends on who the enemy's commander is, and the other half..." Anson looked at his adjutant meaningfully.

Karl understood instantly: "Are you going to let Roman and his three thousand people die for you?!"

Anson: "...That's pretty much what it means, but you can say it more tactfully."

"How polite can you say selling friendly troops?" Karl looked at Anson in disbelief:

"And while you are pretending to be the commander of the Southern Army, you are letting Ludwig's most trusted subordinate die without knowing anything. Are you really not afraid of being settled by the Queen?"

"Pretending to be the commander, when did I pretend to be the commander? The deputy commander is not the commander, the deputy commander is also the commander!" Anson answered confidently:

"I am the deputy commander of the Southern Army Corps, and Roman is just the commander of the Grenadier Regiment directly under the headquarters and the adjutant to the commander-in-chief. Why should I cooperate with him? No matter what, he should be allowed to cooperate with me, right? Right?! "

Karl rolled his eyes again. He originally wanted to say, "Do you dare to say this in front of Ludwig and Roman?" But after thinking about it, I'm afraid it won't be useful to this guy. He sighed, turned around and went to clean up the battlefield. Fabian takes over the job.

Anson, who was left standing there, had just picked up the wine bottle. Just as he was about to pour himself a glass, familiar footsteps came from behind him again.

"It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable!"

Leon Francois took a shaky breath, his expression full of shock: "Is this the strength of Clovis? No wonder, no wonder..."

No wonder he lost so miserably in the battle under the Dawn Mountains.

If the last "personal experience" did not completely convince him, and he simply admired the soldiers of Clovis' army for being able to climb over the morning ice peak, then this time Leon Francois was standing in the third party. angle and watched the entire battle.

There is no doubt that the army of the Ysel elves cannot be said to be brave, and it is well-trained enough to respond immediately and organize the most basic defense in the face of a sudden attack.

Even though we finally found that the enemy was outnumbered, we still retreated in an orderly manner, constantly counterattacking to delay the pursuit of the skirmishers; and Clovis's army did not suffer any losses, not counting the initial shooting and hand-to-hand combat. , during the pursuit phase alone, one or two people were shot and fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people suffered gunshot wounds of varying degrees.

But compared with the final result and the death of one-third of the Yser elves, it is not worth mentioning at all.

And such amazing results were actually accomplished by infantrymen alone... Leon Francois felt that an unprecedented world was opening to him, and Anson Bach was the gatekeeper.

"Dear Cousin Anson, what's next?"

"It's very simple, continue to encircle and annihilate the outposts of the Ysel elves, and then wait for reinforcements."

Looking at Leon, who looked excited and no longer regarded the elves as "friendly forces", Anson shrugged and focused entirely on the map in his hand:

"It won't be long before the main force behind the enemy's rear will know that I have taken out his outposts one by one. Then they will slow down their march, spare no effort to confirm the position of me and my troops, and look for a decisive battle with me. Opportunity."

"And before we are discovered by them, we have to take a detour and sneak attack on the baggage troops that they have pulled down for rescue, so that the support army will fall apart."

"That's it!" the young knight said excitedly, but then he discovered a problem:

"But how do you know that the enemy's commander will definitely find ways to fight you head-on?"

Facing this question, Anson showed a strange smile on his face, but did not answer.

Because I just knew it.

Louis Bernard... he would do it.