I will be crowned king

At 14:25, the Thun army, which had completely defeated the Yser Elves on the southern front, turned its direction and began to launch an offensive against the Yser Elves on the eastern front who were fighting the southern army.

The Yser elves fought bravely and were very well-trained - after receiving the order to retreat, the entire Eastern Front Army's more than 10,000 soldiers immediately switched from offensive to garrison, and then the Southern Army and the Thun Army followed step by step. They were forced down, fought and retreated, blocking nearly three times the enemy's offensive.

It was clear that the situation was seriously unfavorable, but there was still no panic at all, and the "transfer" order was executed in a very orderly manner.

Compared with the orderliness of the Guards Corps, there were a lot of riots in the Southern Army and the Thun Army - the incident happened suddenly. Apart from each other's commanders, the two armies had not had much interaction before the war started.

In this case, not to mention coordination, if there is no accidental injury caused by mistaken recognition of enemy or friend - or in other words, it has already happened - it is already protected by the ring of order.

As soon as the counterattack began, the Southern Army misjudged the speed of action of the Thun army and launched an offensive in advance. Seeing that the Clovis people had entered the battle, the Thun army immediately hurriedly accelerated its advance. As a result, the vanguard troops ran into the enemy. The attacking Southern Army flank...

Roman and Henares, who sensed that something had happened, immediately stopped the attack and led their troops to stabilize the team while suppressing the troublesome soldiers. Finally, they did not decide the winner among themselves before defeating the Ysel elves.

At the same time, the elf nobles and knights who were "watching the show" on the back line decisively took advantage of the chaos on the front line and dared not fire artillery in the direction of Eagle Point City. They took the initiative to retreat and give up their positions, and quickly and calmly turned towards the eastern base camp.

But the Guards could not be happy for long... Before all the Yser elves on the eastern front had withdrawn from the battlefield, they suddenly received new news - a Clovis army had broken through the defense line and was heading towards the headquarters. Attack in the direction!

Almost at the same time, the reorganized Southern Army and the Thun Army, with a total of more than 35,000 troops, simultaneously launched an encirclement offensive against the retreating Guards Army from both the eastern and southern fronts.

"go ahead--!"

Accompanied by the choking smoke, after completely overwhelming the hastily deployed first line of defense of the Yser elves, the storm divisions across the eastern front pounced on the second wave of enemies almost non-stop.

It was closer to a breakout than a battle.

The Yser elves who realized what this force was going to do - whether it was the retreating Eastern Front Army or the reserve forces stationed at the artillery forts, sent troops to intercept and at the same time sent reinforcements in the direction of the headquarters.

But the problem is that in order to command the armies on the eastern and southern fronts at the same time, Louis Bernard "happened" to set up his command headquarters in a camp near the right-wing fort - which was the former Aldabert's The attack on the fort failed and the troops retreated to the back of the high ground where they were stationed.

In other words, most of this location is within the radiation range of the right-wing artillery fort, and unfortunately, it is quite a distance from the retreating Eastern Front Army and artillery positions.

What's even more terrible is that the right-wing fort has now been recaptured by the Clovis; any troops trying to rescue will risk being covered by artillery fire.

To put it more bluntly, whoever comes will die.

"When enemy fire comes, take cover on the spot——!"

The roaring sound of the cannon vibrated in the air. Before the cannonball could hit the ground, Carl, who was running wildly with his waist hunched over, hugged Lisa who was still trying to rush up and threw herself behind a rock.

A golden fireball rose on the ground, accompanied by a deafening loud noise, and smoke directly covered half of the slope... Karl, who was hiding behind the rocks, was still covered in the face by the falling sand and gravel.

"What the hell, I almost thought I was dead..." Carl, who was in shock, cursed and glared fiercely at Anson, who had hid next to him at some point:

"Hey! I said you..."

"Where is Fabian?!" Before he could finish speaking, Anson intercepted him unceremoniously:

"Why hasn't he followed yet?!"

"Nonsense, of course he can't keep up!" Karl rolled his eyes at him:

"You ran too fast. He and the Second Infantry Regiment are busy dealing with the elves that bit him behind - now not only us, but the whole Eagle Point City knows what you are going to do!"

"Send a messenger over and ask him to end the battle as soon as possible. Don't worry too much!" Anson said solemnly, busy loading the revolver:

"Right away, a bunch of hyenas will be locked up and beaten. Naturally, someone else will take care of them - besides, who is more valuable, the soldiers or the commander?!"

"Sorry, I think life is the most valuable!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lisa's delicate body in her arms suddenly bounced up, "Plop!" and kicked Karl to the ground. He snatched the revolver from Anson and pointed it at the upper left corner behind the rock.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and two vaguely visible figures fell to the ground wailing. Almost at the same time, a line of shadows appeared on the smoke-shrouded hillside, slowly advancing down the hillside.

Anson was startled when he heard the gunshot, and then his eyes froze.

The only people who could appear in front of him under the cover of artillery fire were the guards of the Guards Corps headquarters, which meant that the target was close at hand... Anson stood up with the corner of his mouth raised, and raised the Leopold rifle in his hand behind him.

"Stormer—forward!"

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"Attacked?!"

On the fortress wall, Count Arkad clung to the wall stacks and looked in disbelief at the King of Osteria's flag in the distance, which tore through the Iser Elf defense line and quickly advanced towards the highlands:

"It's not even four-fifteen yet... It only took ten minutes for this guy to tear through the defense line of the Guards Corps and rush all the way to the headquarters of the Guards Corps?!"

"Is this, is this just good luck, or are all those 20,000 Ysel elves blind?!"

"neither."

Leon Francois on the side stepped forward, shook his head slightly and said: "It has nothing to do with luck, and it is not that the Iser elves of the Guards turned a blind eye - you also participated in the battle on the southern front just now, so it should be better than I should know better."

"What's that for?"

Count Arkad, who frowned slightly, looked at the future Grand Duke of Thun.

Leon Francois slowly looked back, his shining eyes looking at the battlefield filled with gunfire, and he showed a faint smile:

"Because he's Anson Bach."

Um? Count Arcade's brows furrowed even more:

"that's all?"

"That's it." Little Leon nodded vigorously:

"In the eyes of others, the abnormal behavior of seeking death, fighting against the odds, and taking chestnuts from the fire may actually be the optimal solution in all situations... Anson Bach is the kind of person who exceeds expectations and can always bring surprises."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Ludwig with a meaningful look: "You must understand this more deeply than I do, right?"

Ludwig snorted coldly.

"I'm not interested in tactics that are too reckless and unconventional - since we have to defeat the enemy, defeating them from the front in an upright way is the best way to demoralize the enemy."

The expressionless commander of the Southern Army took the monocular from the guard: "But I absolutely trust the frontline commander's on-the-spot judgment - of course, provided that my orders cannot be violated."

"In addition, the most important thing now is the frontal battlefield. The Storm Division's assault has involved a considerable part of the Guards Corps. We must seize this opportunity, take advantage of their confusion, let the main force attack in one fell swoop, and defeat their resistance as soon as possible."

"It's four-fifteen now, and there are less than three hours left before dark. There is not much time left for us and Louis Bernard - the battle must be ended before then, and we must not let them go! Ludwig said solemnly.

Leon's expression became serious and he looked at Ludwig with burning eyes:

"Is there anything I can do?"

Ludwig did not answer him directly, but raised his monocular and pointed it at the right wing of the Eastern Front battlefield - under the wave after wave of attacks from the Storm Division, the left wing of the Ysel Elf had been completely eroded, and all the The troops were all fighting on their own, frantically chasing and intercepting Anson Bach who was still advancing like a fuel tactic.

This kind of defense line, which was no different from a sieve, was destined to be useless in front of Anson Bach, who was proficient in skirmishing tactics; while the narrow rear line of the Storm Division escaped pursuit, the front line was already fighting the infantry regiment guarding the headquarters.

"Lord Leon Francois, please give an order to Lord Henares and order him to support the Storm Division from the troops and artillery of the right artillery fort. There is no need to destroy the enemy, just temporarily contain the Storm Division to buy time."

Because the other party was an ally, and in a sense a reinforcement that saved his life, Ludwig spoke particularly politely: "Of course this is a suggestion, I'm not ordering you, it's just..."

"You don't have to!"

The smiling Leon held the saber at his waist, and his whole body seemed to be exuding a faint brilliance:

"From the moment Anson Bach appeared in Golden Stone City, Clovis and Thun were allies who could no longer distinguish each other. In the face of our two hundred years of friendship and unbreakable alliance, these are just trivial matters worth mentioning. ——Thun’s army is Clovis’s army, and vice versa!”

After saying that, he took Count Arkad away from the city wall, leaving behind the frowning Ludwig who was still there.

While it's nice to have an ally who's willing to accept requests from others,... what's up with two hundred years of friendship?

If I remember correctly, Clovis has been fighting for nearly a hundred years with the Yser elves and several allies of Thun for the territory around Eagle Point City for two or three generations.

Friendship is unclear, but blood feud may be.

And...what do you mean that Thun's army is Clovis's army?

Your Excellency, the heir of Thun, does he have any misunderstanding about the "Alliance"?

………………

"boom!"

The cold lead bullet penetrated his forehead, and the elf knight who was still shouting and fighting with his sword a second ago was shocked. His vision dyed red by the blood mist looked desperately at the girl opposite who was pulling the gun bolt to eject the bullet. His eyes went black and he collapsed to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the Storm Division finally tore through the last line of defense; the Yser elves who were defeated frontally were routed and fled to the headquarters position behind them.

This is an artillery fort placed on the back of a hillside. The artillery of the Guards Corps and the Southern Corps cannot reach here. The Storm Division rushing up from the hillside looked down at the entire position and could even see the golden order. The ring flag, and the elven soldiers densely packed under the flag, gathered behind the parapet.

"Why haven't they withdrawn yet?!"

Carl Bain looked at the opposite position in astonishment, with disbelief written in his eyes: "Impossible - it would take more than ten minutes to attack from the right-wing fort; these pointed ears are just helping rabbits, It’s time to run away now!”

"Can't you think more about the better?" Anson glanced at him complainingly:

"Can't it be because we fought fast enough and they were lucky enough not to run away in the end? Besides, if they all run away, what else can we gain from this battle?"

"You have to be a very caring commander to be able to just watch someone rush up and refuse to leave - and don't you think the scene in front of you looks very familiar, very similar to a trap that a certain bastard used to play around the point to call for reinforcements?"

"Is there one? Why didn't I notice it?"

"Really? Then let me remind you - it's a foggy day, Thunder Castle, do you have any impressions?"

"Yes, you also said it was Thunder Castle on a foggy day. The situation today is completely different from that then!"

"What's different, where?!"

"Well...look, we are the attacker this time."

With a smile on his face, Anson raised his hand to hold down Karl who was about to curse, and looked at him with serious eyes: "Even if it is a trap... It has come to this point, and the enemy commander is so close, do you think we can just withdraw like this? ?”

"More than two thousand soldiers who earn a fortune based on their military exploits - including those alive and dead - can't take down the headquarters of the Guards Corps. What do you want me to do to help them and help us find our own way? Did Derwig open his mouth to share the spoils?"

"Don't forget... when the battle in Eagle Point City is over, Ludwig will attack Yser eastward; he is the commander of the legion, so he won't have to worry about lack of supplies and soldiers... We don't have much use for him anymore."

Karl pursed his lips tightly, his expression a little complicated.

Anson stopped looking at him and stood up to look at Fabian who was following from behind: "Send the order - Second, the 3rd Infantry Regiment maintains its column and attacks the headquarters position from both wings."

"yes!"

Without asking a question, Fabian nodded heavily, took the military flag from Karl, and raised it high to the soldiers behind him:

"Second and Third Infantry Regiments—Assemble the charging formation and move forward!"

Accompanied by the sound of orders and continuous bugles, nearly a thousand soldiers began to take action, maintaining a relatively loose column to attack the Yser elves who were defending the headquarters.

At this moment, an equally loud bugle sounded on the slope, accompanied by hundreds of shouts coming forward.

Anson, who was slightly stunned, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where the shouts came from - nearly a thousand Ysel elves suddenly rushed out from the right wing of the headquarters position and stabbed the right wing of the Storm Division attacking the position!

And rushing at the front of the Yser elves was a slender figure whose appearance and clothing were obviously different, which reminded Anson of memories:

“Anson Bach——!!!!”