I will be crowned king

Carl Bain, who was wrapped tightly in his not-so-thick windbreaker and his feet were stuck in the mud, wiped his nose and supervised the artillery fort position under construction with two dark circles on his eyes, his face covered with tears. The exhaustion of oppression.

Looking at the new recruits wielding wooden shovels and spades in the biting cold wind, Karl simply didn't know where these fools who had never fought in a war got the courage - they were currently building an artillery fort four hundred meters away from the fortress. This is the distance that light artillery can hit without observation!

As for the veterans...well, they have long been indifferent to life and death. It is more important to these people than survival or filling their stomachs.

Look at a group of unkempt figures, a little girl waving a wooden shovel taller than herself; her innocent smile and big, pure and clear eyes make a group of young and energetic soldiers work hard without daring to be lazy at all.

But Karl had seen with his own eyes how terrifying this "petite and thin" little girl was - a being who could "shoot her head" with a cannon could not be described as "cute" in any way.

The new recruits who have no idea what war is, the veterans who are completely numb, the little girl who is like a monster, the leader who is extremely optimistic, and this weird and damn war...

Carl sighed tiredly.

Although in the past, whether he was a militia company commander with no profit or profit, or he managed the army for a commander who only wanted to withhold military pay and make profit, or at least make them look like an army... Carl Bain will always play the role of a hard-working and scapegoat. , risking their lives to earn a meager salary and extra money.

But this time... As an army captain who considered himself fairly competent, he felt that he really couldn't do it anymore.

Lisa, who was carrying a wooden shovel and dressed in a wide and bulky lieutenant's uniform - Anson's previous uniform - passed through the crowd in a majestic manner, with two tiger teeth exposed under her grin.

Just when she was about to leave, Karl stretched out his hand to stop her.

"Hand it over." Karl's voice was hoarse.

"Um?"

Staring with clear eyes, Lisa tilted her head slightly to one side, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"I've seen it all... Do you hand it over on your own initiative, or do I help you?" Karl warned for the second time.

Lisa blinked, her dirty little face looked so innocent.

The expressionless Karl just stared at her, his outstretched right hand motionless.

The two were in a stalemate for a minute. Lisa, whose expression suddenly changed, took out a whole bag of cans from nowhere, threw it into Karl's arms, and ran away angrily.

"How did you find out?"

Anson walked to Karl's side and looked at him in surprise.

"I didn't notice it."

Karl, who had dark circles under his eyes, sounded a little proud as he put the bag full of cans aside: "I have to say a little bit of experience - the more a guy pretends that nothing happened, the more problems he has."

Anson's expression froze.

"This is not the first time she stole food. I just tried to scare her." Carl chuckled and raised his head, only to find Anson looked like he had seen a ghost: "What's wrong?"

"...No, it's nothing!"

Anson, who was full of worries, forced a smile and pretended that nothing happened.

It was so dangerous, I almost thought that the Old God Sect had been discovered...

Carl Bain, who didn't notice his expression, looked at the busy construction site: "Now the basic construction is almost over, and it will be completed today at the latest; what is left is the retaining wall and the outer fortifications."

"Even if the artillery is dragged here immediately, it can be used as a temporary fort, but it is not strong enough; it is best to wait until the protective wall is built..."

Anson nodded as he listened to Karl's introduction. This experienced army captain was really becoming more and more accustomed to his role as adjutant.

According to the original plan, three artillery forts were enough to maintain fire suppression on the front of Thunder Castle - the enemy's heavy artillery could not threaten the positions in the blind area of ​​the firing range. The role of the artillery forts was only to smash open the city gates and suppress the empire's light artillery. and cavalry.

An isolated and helpless fortress, no matter how much supplies and troops it has, it is only a matter of time before it is captured.

But now... whether or not the fortress can be captured has become the least important of all problems.

When to capture is the key.

If the Black Mage's information is true, then the Old Gods and the Imperial Army in the fortress may have colluded together; they are now waiting for the impatient attack on the fortress before they can find a way to blame the crime of "using evil magic" on Grams Kingdom of Lovi.

Therefore, the most sensible choice at the moment is to wait patiently, and at the same time try every means to find out the situation in the city, and quickly report the situation to the Church of Order in the kingdom to avoid being framed by the empire later.

But this is absolutely impossible... Anson smiled sadly.

Even if he knew that taking the fortress would involve taking huge risks, Ludwig, who was eager to prove himself, would never wait any longer; and Anson himself would not be stupid enough to expose his relationship with the Old Gods for an unproven piece of information. .

Trust is a topic that can never be avoided.

"...Let's not talk about our side for now."

Karl on the side suddenly turned his head: "Don't you think it's a little strange - the defenders of Thunder Castle have not made any movement since the raid a few days ago."

"That's true...but they don't have many troops anymore. They probably don't want to waste their only combat power, right?" Anson guessed at Karl:

"They may intend to just hold on and delay it. After all, the longer it is delayed, the better it is for the empire."

It may also be that the defenders in the fortress are busy "assisting" the Old Gods to complete some ulterior secrets... although Anson doubts this.

Because even if the Old God believers could control the upper echelons of the Empire's garrison, they would not be able to completely control the entire army, leaving thousands of Imperial soldiers to turn a blind eye to some of the strange situations around them, or even betray their faith and join the Old Gods.

Being able to get the imperial commanders to acquiesce in some of their actions should be the limit.

"If it is to delay the progress of the siege, shouldn't it be more appropriate to make some noise?" Karl shook his head disapprovingly: "If I were an imperial defender in the city, I would never defend the city so passively; At least we should find ways to disrupt the efficiency of trench advancement.”

"They have dozens of times more light and heavy artillery than we do. They can fire two cannons at this side from time to time every day, disrupting our progress and dampening our morale."

"They also have cavalry and knight officer corps. Even if they don't harass the position, they can still find ways to attack our supply lines and make the siege position quickly run out of ammunition and food. Either way, it is better than waiting to die in the city. ?”

"It makes sense." Anson nodded, then laughed and said:

"But with such a detailed crow's beak, be careful and it will come true."

"That only proves that what I said is right. The enemy would have done this in the first place." Karl snorted disdainfully, took out a canned meat from the bag, and faced it in front of Lisa August. Pry it open and use your bayonet to pick out a piece of marinated meat.

Looking at Lisa who was swallowing hard and pretending not to see, the canned meat with extremely bad taste suddenly became much more delicious in Karl's mouth, and the psychological shadow left by the other party was greatly relieved.

Anson, who was silent on the side, was completely contrary to Karl's judgment - if the Old Gods really reached cooperation with the Imperial Army, then they should now find a way to let the levy troops attack the city as soon as possible.

But no matter what, it shouldn't be like this.

Anson, who gradually fell into confusion, made some determination.

Compared with the situation he has to face, he has too few trump cards in his hand - the army was "borrowed" by Ludwig and does not belong to him at all; the conditions for stimulating the power of blood are unknown and must wait until he returns to the royal capital. There is an answer; the "bonus" ability of time travel is unknown, and the possibility of side effects cannot be ruled out...

He must wait for a moonless night as soon as possible, master the spell magic with the help of rituals, and become a spell caster!

At this moment, there was a burst of lively movement on the originally busy artillery position, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Anson and Karl, who were still in a daze, looked back at the same time. Lisa on the side took the opportunity to snatch the canned meat back from the other's hand and ate it up in three bites.

When Lisa, whose mouth was full of bacon, raised her head, she realized what the two of them were looking at.

The Grenadier Regiment escorting the heavy artillery was coming towards the artillery position with great fanfare.

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