I will be crowned king

"Dang-!!!! Dang-!!!! Dang-!!!!"

Deafening loud noises echoed in the morning mountains, and dazzling artillery fire surged out from under the horizon together with the morning sun, and brilliant fireworks bloomed on the Clovis army's position in the valley.

A dense rain of bullets instantly covered the entire position. The violent air waves mixed with explosive fire swept across the sand, gravel and soil, instantly tearing the surface fortifications on the defense line to pieces; mixed with dust, they rushed into the sky like a geyser.

Although the artillery of the Iserl elves is very dense and the attacks are very accurate, these light and flexible cavalry cannons hardly pose any threat when facing well-constructed trench positions; the straight trajectory will destroy the surface fortifications while also causing damage to the ground. The terrain becomes rougher and more difficult to navigate.

But for the Iser Guards, they did this just to suppress the Clovis army's counterattack... and they have achieved their goal.

Accompanied by the roaring sound of cannons, flags of King Yser appeared on the horizon illuminated by the morning sun. Under the flags were the figures of the Yser Guards.

The new army of the Ysel elves is completely built in accordance with the imperial military system. In addition, the current supreme commander of the Guards Corps is also a genuine imperial knight. Therefore, the battle mode is exactly the same as that of the empire, completely revolving around "artillery" and "Cavalry" has two core operations.

Now we are fighting on the battlefield, and the cavalry is simply a living target in this kind of terrain; and the artillery level of the Ysel elves is too low, and there is a serious lack of experienced artillery commanders, so there is no way for the soldiers to step on the explosive spots to attack; therefore, they can only attack like dozens of soldiers. Like the imperial army years ago, they bombarded the enemy's positions before attacking.

Tens of thousands of legions spread out horizontally among the rugged hills, bounded by the north and south hills, like a neat and long and narrow rectangle. Under the cover of artillery fire, they advanced towards the valleys.

Under the firelight, the Clovis soldiers who lacked artillery fire could only huddle in the trench, their hair unkempt from the falling sand and soil, and they looked very embarrassed; but their expressions were very calm, and they were not affected by the loud noise and fire at all. frightened.

Because they are the most elite and most capable grenadiers under Ludwig.

Looking at the direction in which the shells were flying, the expressionless Roman looked extremely solemn. His sharp eyes tore through the billowing black smoke and swept over the flags of King Yser, judging the enemy's main attack direction this time.

Today is May 4th, which also happens to be the fourth day that he was besieged by the Iser Guards.

In the past, Iser's Guards Corps would launch an offensive of this scale almost every day, and it would last from day to evening; tens of thousands of troops would attack like huge waves again and again on the narrow road.

Frankly speaking, apart from the stupid conspicuous military uniforms and the so-called neat formation, the Yser Guards Army is very orderly. It is not like the Yser Elf Army in his impression, but more similar to an empire. , a well-equipped legion.

Because he controlled the only way to Eagle Point City and occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the battlefield, although the Guards had an absolute advantage in strength, they were passive in front of the condescending Clovis position.

Coupled with the rugged terrain, it was difficult for the Yser elves to invest too many troops at one time. As a result, 3,000 people faced off against 20,000 people for four days.

As the last round of shelling ended, the soldiers of the Imperial Guards in gold-red uniforms suddenly accelerated their pace, and their neat formation became a little messy.

“Everyone is in position—shoot in line!”

The Clovis soldiers who had been waiting for a long time stood up from the trenches and took aim with their guns indifferently.

Almost at the same time, a burst of fanatical shouts broke out from the ranks of the Guards. They no longer maintained their formation and launched a frontal charge with bayonets in hand.

"boom--!!!!"

The moment the neat volley sounded, the roaring and fiercely fighting Guards Corps seemed to be knocking down an invisible wall. It suddenly stopped, and the front row soldiers fell one after another.

But even after being attacked head-on, the Guards Corps showed no signs of slowing down or stopping, and continued to charge forward, completely ignoring their companions who fell to the ground and wailed beside them.

Because of the narrow terrain and the elevation angle attack, once the speed is slowed down, it is like a moving target. Only by shortening the distance can the disadvantage brought by the terrain be eliminated.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the firepower of Clovis's position not only did not decrease, but also accelerated. In less than a minute, four rounds of volleys were fired.

Following this, the number of casualties among the Imperial Guards began to expand rapidly; golden-red waves continued to surge towards the towering rocks, causing a burst of blood foam and then disappearing without a trace.

Finally, the elven officers began to be unable to stand it any longer and began to order the reorganization of their formation, allowing the soldiers to cover each other and advance alternately with barrage fire.

The Clovis soldiers in the position were still calmly raising their guns, shooting, retreating, loading, raising their guns again, and shooting again... as if they were calm and emotionless, repeating this process mechanically.

It was as if the Yiser Guards Corps, which was shouting fiercely and approaching each other step by step, was just a phantom that could not even make them waver.

In the blink of an eye, the advancing lines of the Guards had rushed to the front of Clovis's position, and began to outflank the defenders occupying the high ground on both sides. The broad front was like a huge inverted "V", and they collided head-on. .

“Long live Osteria—!!!!”

“For the glory of Iser—!!!!”

Amid fanatical roars, the queues from both sides collided violently, fighting with bayonets and lead bullets on a long and narrow position.

Roaring, shouting, wailing, screaming... countless sounds and the figures of both sides fighting and struggling were constantly intertwined, echoing under the endless dome.

Relying on their absolute numerical superiority, the Guards Corps entered the first trench in only ten minutes, but the offensive and defensive strength reversed instantly; the scattered elven soldiers who entered the trench were immediately attacked by Clovis. The soldiers skillfully divided, surrounded, and finally strangled.

Behind this thin position, there are second, third, fourth... trenches that are connected to each other or independent, forming cross firepower with each other, forcing the Guards Corps to be unable to maintain a tight formation.

However, the menacing Guards Corps are still under the pressure of advancing and succeeding, relying on their discipline and fighting will that are no less than the Empire, constantly compressing the living space of the Clovis Army.

Behind the Guards' line, Louis Bernard, who was riding on horseback, was holding a telescope and observing the battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke with an indifferent expression.

If there is any advantage to the uniform of the Guards, it may be that it facilitates the commander's investigation - even if it is covered by smoke, the extremely conspicuous golden red can still accurately tell Louis what the current battle situation is.

To be honest, he was very satisfied.

Although the Clovis army is still resisting stubbornly, the first front is basically in pieces. In another half hour, they will either retreat voluntarily or be torn to pieces by the Guards; without the cover of the first front, the rear Those thin trenches could not stop his offensive at all.

Of course, judging from the current battle situation, there is probably no hope of defeating the Clovis defense line today, but at least it can inflict a big blow to them... and that's enough.

You must know that although the "Jiang Guards Corps" is known as the elite, in fact, for various reasons, the Elf King only uses new recruits. The army has not fought much in two years; and the Clovis people on the opposite side... Louis is right He knew a lot about Clovis's military uniforms. The main force on the opposite side were all the elite of Clovis's infantry, the so-called "Grenadiers".

In five days, the defense line composed of Clovis' elite army was defeated - although it relied on overwhelming numbers and firepower, it was still a good achievement against a new army.

What's more, the person commanding this army...is that person.

Louis narrowed his eyes slightly and involuntarily touched the handle of the knife at his waist.

Tomorrow, this line of defense will be completely defeated, and the 20,000 Iser Guards Army will march straight in to aid Eagle Point City and completely defeat the Clovis Army entrenched in the north of the Dawn Mountains.

So...Anson Bach, what would you do.

Should we abandon Eagle Point City and fight to the death with me? Or should we use the ownership of this fortress to determine the outcome between us?

If it's the former, it means you will fight with your escape route cut off at any time; if it's the latter, the Battle of Thunder Castle... will never be repeated again.

Of course, as cautious and bold as you are, all this must be within your expectations; as long as I have a well-equipped and high-morale Guards Corps in my hands, all your plans must be based on defeating me; if you don't defeat me, you Don't even think about capturing Eagle Point City safely.

So no matter what, you have no way out this time; as a mere lieutenant colonel to become the commander of the legion, you must have paid a huge price to get this position, right?

Of course, so am I.

This war is related to the alliance between the empire and the Elf Kingdom of Yser, and the Guards Corps is the absolute guarantee of this alliance. Once I, the leader of this army, fail miserably, it means that the trust between the two countries will be gone.

And with it, the glory of the Bernard family of Edland, my future for the next thirty years, and all those who have sacrificed everything for this, including their lives, my dear brother...Krog Bernard, his sacrifice will be in vain.

Therefore, I absolutely cannot lose.

I will never lose to you again!

Slowly putting down the telescope in his hand, Louis Bernard's expression was extremely determined.

Under the clear sky, the battle lines remained stubbornly intertwined. The Clovis Army seemed to have seen through the Yser Guards' attempt to outflank the rear line, and began to continuously send troops to the forefront.

Although the number was small, the Clovis army, which still maintained the terrain advantage, was still able to block the Ysel elves several times their size, and used the height difference of the position to drop firepower downwards, defeating the enemies who tried to move to the two wings again and again. Reinforcements.

In the endless fighting, Clovis's front line has begun to show signs of fatigue and collapse; although the excellent grenadiers are still fighting hard, they are beginning to lose their physical strength in the face of the advancing Guards Corps.

The morale of the Guards Corps, which had suffered heavy casualties, also began to decline rapidly. Facing the "trench of flesh and blood" that was constantly devouring lives, although the officers and supervisors in the back row continued to urge the attack, they still could not let the soldiers move forward. Half step.

The battle continued into the afternoon. Seeing the front line falling into a stalemate little by little, Louis hesitated for a moment and then issued a retreat order.

Soon, melodious bugles sounded under the dome, and the golden-red military formation withdrew from the extremely tragic battlefield like an ebbing tide; the relieved officers executed the retreat order without hesitation, starting from offense to defense, and then slowly The retreat left countless craters and bones everywhere.

On the central battlefield where the fighting was fiercest, countless corpses covered almost the entire position; cold blood mixed with dust and ashes, solidifying into a strange dark color among the sand, gravel and soil.

Facing the retreating Guards Corps, the Clovis Army, like the defenders of Eagle Point City, showed no signs of counterattack. They began to clean up the battlefield as if no one else was around, rebuilding their positions in the mess, waiting for the next new battle. round of attack.

When the black smoke in the sky dispersed, an elf knight holding a swallow-tailed flag crossed the battlefield filled with fireworks; after receiving permission, he entered the Clovis army's position.

An hour later, a lonely tent appeared in the center of the battlefield; Louis Bernard, standing with a knife, stood in the tent and looked at the Clovis position opposite with a complicated expression.

He wants to confront Anson Bach!

Louis Bernard had been looking forward to this day for too long, but when it actually arrived, he didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to face this guy.

Is he a parricide, a close rival, a friend, or...

Feeling the slight trembling in his body, Louis closed his eyes involuntarily.

A minute later, clear eyes bloomed on the handsome face, and the figure of a knight galloping on horseback was reflected in the pupils.

Louis involuntarily grasped the handle of the knife in his hand, and as if he suddenly recalled something, he hid his left hand behind his back and gently held the revolver on his waist.

Soon, the figure of the other party was getting closer and closer, and Louis' breathing became more and more rapid. The hand holding the handle of the knife couldn't help but tremble. An irresistible impulse burned in his body, almost five times. Burning inside.

But when he really saw the other person, he was suddenly stunned.

"Why, why is it you?"

The knight of Clovis who was being questioned got off his horse, and the surprised Louis Bernard stared at him, his expression as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on his head:

"Isn't this...the commander of this legion Anson Bach?!"

After the words fell, the expressionless Roman suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed as if he was also in great confusion.

After a few seconds, he slowly spoke:

"About this issue...I don't know where to start."

Louis Bernard: "?!"