I will be crowned king

In the morning mist-filled wilderness, with his back facing the retreating figures of the two Imperial knights, Ludwig supported the injured Roman and walked in the direction of the tied horse.

"That should be fine."

Ludwig, who lowered his head in thought, muttered to himself: "It seems that Anson's judgment is correct. Louis Bernard is a guy who is easily influenced and sticks to certain principles."

Roman, who was supported by Ludwig, bent over, his silent expression thoughtful.

This is a slightly helpless method - the conscripted army, which has been beaten unilaterally and faces a logistical crisis, really has no confidence other than hostages in this kind of negotiation.

In this case, we can only hope that the enemy will keep his promise; from all aspects, it is not difficult to judge that Kroger should attach great importance to his brother, so he should not completely ignore Louis Bernard's request.

If there is still a way to drag out this siege, there may be a slight turn for the better; but the trouble is that both sides know very well that the Kingdom of Clovis does not dare and cannot drag it out any longer.

The recruitment of logistics has been eliminated and the capital has been lost to delay the battle. As Kroger said: "The only thing you can count on is his magnanimity."

Shame... Even if he immediately recalled Kroger's arrogance just now, the helpless anger would swell in Ludwig's chest.

He gritted his teeth tightly, never hating himself as much as he did at this moment, hating why he didn't have enough strength.

When Roman was suppressed, he could do nothing but watch.

If...if I didn't insist on joining the army, but accepted my father's arrangement to join the Judgment Knights, I could at least just...

"What's wrong?"

Alertly, he noticed that Roman beside him suddenly stopped. Ludwig asked with concern: "Is it a wound..."

"No!"

Roman, who quickly denied it, interrupted the brigadier general's words and raised his sharp eyes: "It's just... I feel like there's something wrong with that Kroger Bernard."

"We only fought once. Even though I tried my best to hide it, he still saw through that my bloodline power comes from the 'Wild Hunt Knight' of the Wharton family!"

"Is this...possible?" Ludwig, with a solemn expression, guessed with some hesitation: "After all, the opponent is a descendant of the Bernard family of the Empire's Sea Knights, and he is definitely more powerful than us against the oldest bloodline of the Seven Knights. The Luowei people understand—not to mention, not all gifted people can sense each other... huh?!"

Ludwig's expression suddenly changed.

He remembered... among the direct bloodline of this generation of the Bernard family, the only one who has inherited the power of the "Sea Knight" bloodline is Louis Bernard!

In this case, how did Kroger discover the power of Roman's blood?

No... more importantly, how could he, an ordinary person without the power of blood, suppress Roman, who had the power of blood, in all aspects, or even be better? !

As a close friend, Ludwig knew the power of Roman's blood very well; once activated, his whole body would become almost violent, and he needed to rely on absolute sobriety to suppress his destructive desire;

In exchange, he will receive greater agility, strength and even instinctive combat intuition than usual.

But in the battle just now, Roman, the only one with the power of blood, became the suppressed party - if Louis Bernard hadn't stopped it in time, it wouldn't be just a matter of being suppressed.

Roman, who looked gloomy, had Kroger's other words echoing in his mind.

Your blood will give me the answer.

What's the meaning? Could it be that the imperial defenders in Thunder Castle are really what I speculated? They...

"Stop thinking about it. No matter how you speculate, it's just speculation."

Ludwig interrupted Roman, who was still thinking, and helped him onto the horse. Ludwig got on the horse and said, "It doesn't matter what the enemy wants to do. What's important is to do our own thing!"

"The messengers from the Privy Council and the Army should be arriving soon. I will return to the military camp right now. Roman, after you go back, go to Anson Bach's position immediately. Call the guy back and immediately lead the Grenadier Regiment to set off. I'll give you two days." , destroy Oak Town!"

"yes!"

Watching Roman gallop away, Ludwig, who confirmed that his best friend was generally fine, breathed a sigh of relief, and the figure of another "confidant" began to appear in his mind.

Anson Bach...the guy who always "everything goes according to plan" and who has never been seen in the slightest panic must be nervously waiting for news from his side in the military camp, right?

……………………

Ludwig guessed half right. Anson was indeed very nervous now - but not for the outcome of this negotiation. That was not a problem for him now.

Lack of logistics... is the biggest problem at hand.

For the levied troops in the mainland, logistics should have been the least of all their worries; relying on the powerful transportation capacity of steam trains to support an army of several thousand people in battle was not a problem at all.

Now that this supply line was temporarily cut off, they finally discovered that the supplies that an Oak Town and surrounding areas could provide were completely insufficient to support the needs of a siege!

Therefore, even in order not to cut off logistics before the supply line was restored, Ludwig had to order the entire army's supplies to be cut by one-third; when the first soldier found that the bread he received was missing one loaf, there was already Immediately rumors of "The Fall of Oak Town" began to erupt.

In just one day, there were two consecutive protests in the position; soldiers surrounded the logistics warehouse and demanded adequate supplies.

Although the commotion was quickly suppressed and there were no casualties, many officers were still frightened and had to "set an example" and cut their own supplies by one-third.

Amid this commotion, Anson and his First Infantry Regiment seemed unusually quiet - although his supplies had also been reduced, as a severely understaffed infantry regiment, Luther, who had previously set an example and set up a flagpole, When Vichy distributed supplies, they distributed them according to full numbers.

Relying on the previously accumulated inventory, Anson temporarily stabilized the morale of the first regiment, and at the same time made the soldiers of other surrounding regiments extremely jealous.

So Lisa August, carrying a rifle, began to swagger into the positions of other regiments, relying on the canned meat she had saved to lure the hungry soldiers to join her "skirmishing company" - in order to take advantage of the opportunity. To replenish her troops as soon as possible before the war officially started, Carl Bain offered her a high price of "one soldier, one can".

Under the power of canned food, the two of them attracted nearly dozens of veterans from various infantry regiments, which greatly enriched the combat effectiveness of the first infantry regiment, which was barely good news.

The only problem is that as more and more "followers" follow Lisa, Anson feels that his statement that "the skirmisher company commander has two bowls of soup a day" can no longer be concealed.

Although logistics was stabilized by cutting supplies, it also further reduced the already unstable morale; especially the serious shortage of non-staple food, which made the officers who had no hope for this siege full of complaints.

But there are always exceptions to everything...

"Pigeon?"

Anson looked at Lisa who was approaching him, holding a rifle in one hand and dragging the half-dead pigeon with the other, gesticulating at him proudly as if taking credit.

"It should be the carrier pigeon of the empire in the fortress." Carl Bain, who was chewing a low-quality cigarette on the side, said matter-of-factly, and his throat twitched inconspicuously:

"I saw it flying over Thunder Castle, and I guessed it was probably a request for help from the Empire, so I asked Lisa to shoot it down."

"Yes, Lisa shot him down!"

Lisa, who was showing off her strength, raised the rifle above her head, gesticulating very hard while not forgetting to lick her dry lips.

"Have you found any information, such as letters or something?"

While taking the supposedly dead pigeon from Lisa, Anson didn't forget to ask Karl.

"No...ah, maybe it fell somewhere when it was beaten down, and we didn't pay attention."

So this pigeon died quite unjustly.

Looking at this innocent white creature in my hand, it was obviously just flying freely under the blue sky as usual, but it lost its life because of a war that had nothing to do with it, just like the previous owner of this body...

With a deep sigh, Anson looked at the two people behind him with a sad expression:

"so……"

"How are we going to eat it?"