I will be crowned king

"Why?!"

Louis was very shocked and confused.

"Because I am the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, because my deputy commander Bernard and your best friend Arthur Herred, both of them are still in the west; because this is a collective decision of the entire officer corps, because it is impossible for us to The entire expeditionary force that launched the general offensive was pulled from the battlefield..."

Casper stared at Louis coldly: "I can give you ten thousand reasons, but none of them are the key; there is only one key... and that is you, not the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, Louis Bernard."

"The man who bears all the responsibility for this war is Caspar Hred...it's me!"

"But……"

"No buts!" Casper interrupted him directly:

"I have made up my mind, and I won't let a young man change my decision so easily!"

The young knight who was blocked back pursed his lips tightly, and his slightly trembling hands desperately supported his extremely heavy body.

Looking at his obviously unconvinced eyes, the irritable old man with fierce eyes grasped the handle of the gun at his waist; the next second, the dark muzzle of the gun directly pressed against Louis' forehead.

Feeling the biting cold, Louis closed his eyes in despair.

Then……

"Snapped!"

There was a burning pain on the top of his head, and the startled Louis suddenly opened his eyes with a "Huh!"

Holding the barrel of the gun behind his back, Casper with a mocking face caught his eye.

"What, you think I can shoot you to death?" The grumpy old man grinned, and his rugged yellow teeth revealed a ferocious smile:

"You are too unsure of your own family, aren't you - the heir of the dignified Bernard family, you dare to kill anyone who tells you to?"

"I..." Louis' lips suddenly became dry.

"I have to admit, you are a young man with great potential. I wouldn't be surprised if Bernard said those few words just now... Of course, with his character, he can't say it." Casper paused. The expression became even more mocking:

"Thirty years ago, I would have shot you dead, or sent you to die on purpose - talented and good-born guys like you, as long as you live, you will be a scourge in the eyes of people like me!"

"But I am already eighty years old. Even if you are crowned emperor tomorrow, it has nothing to do with me; so let Bernard worry about you, and I will not interfere."

While smiling, Casper, who was holding the barrel of his gun, handed his gun to Louis; the young knight, covering the wound on his head, looked at the grumpy old man blankly, and at the hint of the other man's eyes, he held the gun tremblingly. handle.

"If I fail, or... you know... give it to Bernard and let him use my name to negotiate with the Clovis people on the opposite side." Casper suddenly said seriously:

"If that bastard ascends to heaven with me, you will negotiate with the Clovis people on behalf of the expeditionary force as the heir to the Principality of Adlan."

"Whatever the other party makes...the only condition is that you must take all the remaining living people and all the dead people you can find...all back to your country."

After saying that, Casper turned and left, turned over and climbed onto his mount.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Louis shouted in a deep voice, staggering to keep up with him.

"You are very talented, Louis Bernard...but you still don't understand what 'commander' actually means." Casper, with a tall back, said without looking back:

"No matter how good the idea is, no matter how perfect the plan is, if it cannot be put into practice, if the soldiers under your command cannot fully understand it, or let them understand what they are going to do, then it is meaningless, and it is not even as good as a suicide charge. effective."

"No knight has ever been able to win a war by himself...War is never a matter of one person."

He paused slightly, grasped the handle of the sword at his waist tightly, and looked at the battlefield in the distance with his dim eyes, his eyes still as firm as ever:

"Imperial Expeditionary Force—Forward!"

"Crush them!"

The long sword was unsheathed, like thunder.

……………………

The battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke began to shake slightly with the sound of horse hooves like waves.

Directly in front of the valley, the imperial hussars and part of the cuirassiers who were originally responsible for covering the two wings began to break away from their respective battles and assemble towards the Golden Iris that was advancing rapidly in the center.

From a distance, it looks like a rapidly converging torrent.

Looking at the "cavalry wall" that was rapidly gathering in the smoke, Anson frowned slightly.

Are they finally planning to break out?

In a sense, this is actually good news... because the reason why "forced breakout" is regarded as the last resort option is because it will lead to an unimaginable rout.

Except for a very small number of elites, the vast majority of the troops will lose their command as a result, and their structures will be completely disintegrated. They will fight on their own or run around blindly, becoming flesh and blood on the enemy's chopping board.

This was the result Anson had been waiting for.

There is an obvious gap in combat effectiveness between the coalition forces and the Imperial Expeditionary Force, and the comparison in strength is far from overwhelming. Under such circumstances, let alone defeat, it is extremely difficult to avoid "self-defeat".

Considering that his own combat effectiveness is unlikely to improve significantly in a short period of time, in order to achieve a decisive victory, in his opinion, at least three conditions must be met:

First, the expeditionary force has run out of ammunition and food, or at least is about to run out; secondly, the enemy's physical fitness has seriously declined and cannot sustain a long-term protracted war. The enemy will suffer from internal strife and organizational collapse, or the coalition forces will be able to assemble almost an expeditionary force. Four times the strength of the army.

Only in this way can we ensure that the coalition forces really win...if no accidents occur.

And now the opportunity has come!

It's really coming!

Anson suddenly turned his head and looked at Archduke Aiden beside him: "How long will it take for the Border Legion to arrive on the battlefield?"

"thirty minutes!"

Victor Emmanuel's face was full of uncontrollable excitement, and he was so excited that even his cheek muscles were trembling slightly: "Within thirty minutes, the border army will be assembled behind the central position and on standby...I swear!"

It's impossible for him not to be excited...The opportunity to completely annihilate the Imperial Expeditionary Force is just around the corner. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As long as he wins this battle, even if he just shares in the victory of the Clovis people, his reputation will surpass that of Claude Francois.

One was defeated miserably at the hands of the Imperials and almost ruined the entire Hantu; one appeared at the most critical moment and wiped out all the invading enemies.

Who is qualified to rule the land, and who should be crowned king?

It’s clear at a glance!

"I'll give you forty minutes." Anson's expression was very calm, and there was no excitement at all about victory:

"In forty minutes, I want to see 20,000 soldiers behind me fully prepared, and after giving the order, they will block the entire Imperial Expeditionary Force from breaking through... Can it be done?"

Archduke Aiden turned around in silence and strode away with a firm attitude - answering his question with action.

Anson, who was looking at his back, slowly withdrew his gaze, frowned and looked at the battlefield in front of him again, and whispered to himself:

"My cousin Leon, I will help you in whatever way I can. The rest is up to you."

At this moment, "reflected" on the edge of his mind, he could faintly see several thorn flower military flags, rapidly advancing from the east to the battlefield.

Considering the number of people on the other side and the small number of troops in Hantu at present, this must be the reserve army of the Deserted Stone Castle; and based on Anson's understanding of Carl Bain's character, he will not engage in such a military operation that is close to death. of.

Apart from the missing Claude Francois, the only one who could take the troops from the Deserted Stone Castle to the front line was probably little Leon.

If the Francois family's army can appear at the last moment and play even a small role, it can save a lot of face from the previous fiasco.

Although Anson was a bit "unkind" to the Francois family in the reconstruction work of Carindia Port, he still had to help when it was time to pull - as a teammate, even if Thun was lagging behind, at least his position Determined enough, much stronger than Aiden who was still planning to jump left and right at the last moment.

Amidst the roaring sound of iron hooves, the silhouette of the charging cavalry in the distance was clearly distinguishable.

"Everyone has it - gather up the formation and form six columns!"

Anson looked around and shouted loudly: "Forty minutes - within forty minutes, they must not be allowed to pass through the position!"

With his roar, all the company soldiers on the position moved. Under the officers' roars and curses, they assembled as quickly as possible to form six rows of extremely tight bayonet walls.

In fact, if you want to face cavalry, three rows or a hollow square formation are the options to maximize combat effectiveness; however, considering the low training level of the Hantu Legion, the most basic column is safer.

The roaring hoofbeats continued to approach, and looking at the "torrent" rushing towards them, there was a sense of suffocation pervading the deathly silent position.

"Three hundred meters - volley in line, fire!"

Like a harmonica playing, dense gunfire streaked across the front row from left to right, followed by the second row, the third row, the fourth row...

The hot lead bullets roared and hit the cavalry wall coming from the front one after another, just like the waves rolling up on the coast constantly hitting the giant ship like the sea, trying to stop it.

But it is doomed to be in vain.

In just a few seconds, thick white gunpowder smoke had swept across the entire position, blocking the view of the imperial cavalry; but it didn't matter anymore, they knew that the only thing standing in front of them was a defense line consisting of three to four thousand infantry; even for safety, they even A thickened six-row column was specially formed.

Based on their previous experience in Dengdingsu and Huangshi Castle, this level of defense would not even be able to withstand a single attack!

Of course, that's what they thought.

The artillerymen of the Storm Division, who had been hiding behind the central position since the beginning of the war, had some "professional" objections to this.

"Artillery battery, load shotguns, prepare for rapid fire in one minute -"

"Fire!"

I'm on a business trip today, so I won't update more (ω) Sorry