I will be crowned king

"boom--!!!!"

Dazzling flames bloomed from the muzzle of the gun, spitting out thousands of tiny lead bullets burning with flames, rushing towards the oncoming torrent of cavalry.

At that moment, a thick white mist and a scream that could make one's soul tremble appeared at the same time.

Despite being obscured by gunpowder smoke, the coalition soldiers standing in the front row holding their rifles could still see the tragic situation of the imperial cavalry attack being thwarted - the tiny lead bullets were like red-hot iron falling into the pool, easily tearing through the thick military uniforms ; The sturdy helmet and breastplate seemed to be refined and fragile glass products at this moment.

Even because of the roar of guns and cannons, most of them were already in a state of semi-deafness. The scene of screaming and wailing on the opposite side seemed to be in slow motion, suffocating.

The flesh, bones, and organs touched by the lead bullets melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and translucent steam and burning ashes emerged together.

The war horses were neighing, the knights were screaming, and then they were ignited, melted, and torn apart in the sudden fire... The broken limbs were wrapped in expanded plasma and splashed all over the sky in the direction of the gunfire.

Twelve twelve-pound cannons, each with a base number of shotgun shells, shrapnel shells and explosive shells...are Anson's last trump card.

If the final blocking battle goes very poorly, or if the Imperial Expeditionary Force has some terrible trump card that can make a temporary comeback, these artillery pieces are all the hope for the coalition forces to retreat safely.

But now there is obviously no need to leave any backup plan... Clean the barrel, load ammunition, lock the gun door, aim and shoot. Under the huge pressure of being overwhelmed by the torrent of cavalry, the Storm Division artillery burst out with huge potential, achieving four points in one minute. A good result for the continuous artillery.

In the choking gunpowder smoke, the tearing fire was boiling and burning. The overwhelming lead bullets were racked between the bursting explosive bombs, spanning most of the forward position; the golden-red fire was like a torrent, sending out periodic impacts, Row after row, destroying all struggling flesh and blood.

But in this boiling blood and fire, the roar of the iron cavalry did not stop.

The sand, gravel and dust covering the earth under the feet of the coalition forces still did not stop trembling.

How...how...did they do this?

How? !

"Expeditionary Force——Forward!!!!"

At the front of the torrent of cavalry, a grumpy old man shouted loudly and held the fleur-de-lis flag high, with a faint red light surrounding him.

As a notorious commander, a relic of the previous era, many people remember Caspar Hered's titles of "butcher" and "executioner", but often forget why he can live to this day despite these infamy. Now.

It's simple, because he is a talented person, a talented person with the power of "Dragon Knight" bloodline.

And as a "villain" who often needs to do dirty work and be entrusted with death missions, his abilities are... perfect.

So the coalition forces saw a scene like this: the lead bullets, which were so dense that they were as dense as a violent storm, seemed to have eyes, and while they were constantly tearing the cavalry on both wings of the conical formation into pieces, they all passed around Casper.

Only a handful of people with excellent eyesight, or those who have also inherited the power of blood, can notice the faint red light around Casper... All explosions and impacts have been severely weakened by the red light before they touch him. , the remaining bits were shattered by the saber in the old man's hand.

Seemingly frightened by the scene in front of them, the pale-faced coalition soldiers stared blankly at the sea of ​​​​fire that was constantly flowing with blood, and the figure splitting the sea of ​​​​fire.

Until he was completely awakened by a heart-rending roar.

"Cavalry and soldiers are coming--!!!!"

The roaring Anson rushed directly to the front row, snatched the flag from the bewildered officer, pulled out the Leopold hanging behind his back with his left hand, and pulled the trigger facing the Imperial cavalry crossing the sea of ​​fire.

"boom--!!!!"

Amidst the loud noise of the volley, the imperial cavalry splitting the sea of ​​​​fire formed an extremely slender conical formation, like a steam train blowing the whistle, passing through most of the position, and directly collided with the allied bayonet wall.

Face to face, the head-to-head impact caused the linear square formation that was at least "impregnable" to shake instantly, like a sponge, constantly denting inward.

It seems that with just a little force, the entire defense line will instantly collapse and fall apart!

But... the defense did not collapse.

Despite some panic, relying on the absolutely sufficient thickness of the front and the huge disparity in troop strength; ten minutes later, the coalition forces, which were almost overwhelmingly crushed by one side, gradually stabilized their position and tried to counterattack while retreating.

After completing the first round of charge, the imperial cavalry, which was killing people loudly, also lost its invincible speed bonus in the chaotic battle, and began to fall into a fight, surrounded by coalition soldiers who kept trying to pounce.

Of course, with the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Cuirassiers, this can only be regarded as a small scene; for these direct descendants of the "Heavy Armored Knights", being trapped in enemy lines is the norm, and they are born to be surrounded.

But the problem is that the most elite cuirassiers have been almost exhausted in the previous battles, and the main force relied on by the expeditionary force to break out has become more mobile hussars, responsible for surrounding and harassing the flanks.

This kind of light cavalry, equipped only with revolvers and sabers without any protection, even if they have the blessing of speed and training, and have a steady stream of friendly infantry reinforcements, it is still an impossible task to break through the dense linear phalanx. .

In the center of the chaotic battle line, the cavalrymen who were shouting and fighting were constantly falling off their horses amid stray bullets and bayonets. They screamed and had their ribs and heads crushed by their companions, or turned into rotten flesh full of bloody holes.

As the coalition forces began to gain a foothold, fewer and fewer knights continued to charge behind Caspar Herred. The originally turbulent torrent of cavalry was divided layer by layer by sponge-like infantry lines, with small groups and small groups. Surrounded by shares.

At this pace, it would take less than forty minutes, and the charge organized by Caspar Hered using all the remaining cavalry and reserves would end in failure.

……That is impossible.

Of course he knew that light cavalry alone would not be able to break through the enemy's lines, even if the opponent was the Hantu people who were defeated in an instant.

So his real target is the Clovis mercenaries.

To be more precise, it was Anson Bach, the commander of the "Grey Shirts" opposite.

The Gray Shirt Army, composed of five thousand Clovis, is the only reason why the opposite group of bastards can persist until now despite the expeditionary force sparing no effort and attacking across the entire front.

As long as the commander-in-chief of the Gray Shirts is killed, according to Casper's understanding, this group of "loyal and united" Clovis bastards and Hantu scum will instantly split and mutiny, turning into a ball of loose sand!

And I've found you, bastard.

Casper was rushing forward with a chilling smile on his face.

I'm back from a business trip and I'm so tired that I want to die. I'll resume updating tomorrow. Please forgive me for being lazy.