I will be crowned king

At 3:12 in the morning, the siege of Thunder Castle began.

Compared with the heavy rain that shows no signs of stopping, the offensive and defensive battle, which was once intense, has gradually begun to show a more obvious trend.

At the beginning of the battle, the unprepared and unexpected imperial defenders suffered heavy losses one after another - the city gates were lost and the forts were destroyed - coupled with the initial misjudgment of the forward position commander, nearly one-fifth of the troops were consumed. In the meaningless city gate defense battle, they were overwhelmed by the levied troops who relied on the human sea tactics.

Due to the huge disparity in strength and the division of garrison forces, the imperial defenders stationed at various garrison points were quickly cut off from each other by thousands of levied troops who rushed into the fortress. Several smaller units were even divided and surrounded at one time. and was completely annihilated after the knight officer in command was killed.

But as the battle gradually entered a fierce state, the balance that marked the outcome of the battle began to tilt toward the other side from the levied troops: Although they were cut off from contact, the various departments of the imperial garrison still had a complete command and organizational system; and before the officers were killed in battle, , the morale of the imperial soldiers is generally very secure.

In contrast, the organization of the conscripted army had completely collapsed the moment they rushed into the city gate. The middle-level officers could only control a company at most, and some even couldn't find their own platoon leader. It's not even clear what the order is.

As for the highest-ranking commanders of both sides, they completely lost control of their armies at the beginning of the war. Although the reasons were different, they could no longer use any exquisite tactics and could only wait for the outcome.

Under the premise that they also lost their top commander, the quality of the soldiers was the same rigid and rigid, and discipline and morale were maintained by whips and pay, the imperial defenders began to show their most powerful advantages.

That is a knightly officer corps with mediocre tactical skills and superb combat skills. They are brave enough to fight for glory and never care about the lives of their subordinates.

These knights, who came from humble backgrounds and could only serve as infantry officers if they could not afford war horses—those who could afford them all became cavalry—had a desire for military success far greater than that of cavalry officers of the same level or even lower levels.

If it were a normal line confrontation, from volleying guns to Xu Jin shooting to bayonet charges, their outdated knightly swordsmanship would be meaningless;

But in a melee, facing conscripts who have never received standard bayonet charge training, these knights are nearly invincible!

Relying on personal combat power far beyond ordinary people, they withstood the first round of the levied army's tacticless charge; and although they did not receive any effective orders, these low-level officers followed the tradition left over from the previous era and defeated them. After confronting the enemy, move desperately toward the nearby flag.

The levied army, which had lost its organization and command system, could not stop it at all. Even if it wanted to, one or two companies could not stop the desperate charge of the elite knight organization in the melee.

When the mid-level officers who had been thinking of picking up peaches from the beginning realized this, it was already too late - no matter how rigid the battle lines organized by the assembled imperial garrison were, they were not just a bunch of stragglers. Can be easily destroyed.

But similarly, the imperial defenders who lost their forts and heavy artillery had no ability to completely drive the levied troops out of the fortress; they could only repel the levied troops' meaningless attacks one after another and maintain the unbroken line. .

In the heavy rain, both sides were helpless towards each other and fell into a meaningless state.

"We can't let it go on like this any longer!"

In Thunder Castle, another round of chaotic attacks was defeated in front of the volleys of guns from the imperial defenders. Lieutenant Colonel Roman, who watched the defeated soldiers scatter in a hurry, gritted his teeth unbearably and roared behind him:

"Herald!"

"exist!"

An officer with bloodshot eyes swayed, and the next second he puffed up his chest and responded loudly.

"Blow the trumpet and put the grenadiers in position!"

"……yes!"

The herald hesitated for a moment and instinctively obeyed the order.

The rousing rally call tore through the rain curtain, and a phalanx marched neatly into the chaotic front line of the battlefield against the retreating crowd.

Their scale was extremely small, with only two companies after a quick march back to the battlefield; the soldiers looked even more tired, their thin military uniforms that had been soaked by rain could not protect them from wind and rain, and the boots under their feet were filled with mud and water. Many people even lost their boots.

But no matter how embarrassed they looked, the strong murderous aura and the arrogant military appearance still made many defeated soldiers stop escaping, or at least avoid the front.

Because they are the Grenadier Corps!

They are completely different from the conscripted soldiers who only received less than three months of training. They were regular elites brought by Ludwig from the central province!

Looking at his subordinates who were trying to force themselves up, Lieutenant Colonel Roman also knew in his heart that it was too much to force them to march into the battlefield immediately after rushing on a rainy day, and their combat effectiveness would definitely be greatly reduced.

But it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the sky would light up at any time; once he saw clearly that the enemy in front of him could maintain his line, he would not be surprised if the levied army was defeated on the spot with the low morale.

I have no choice!

With a determined look on his face, Roman turned his back to the robes and pointed his sword at the enemy:

"Grenadier Regiment—advance!"

The grenadiers with their rifles held high changed from the target to a more loose line, advancing towards the imperial defenders' defense line amidst heavy rain and disintegrating crowds.

The Imperial defenders, who had just repelled an attack, soon became aware of their presence; the knight officers wielding sabers and swords shouted loudly, urging their soldiers to immediately start a counterattack.

"Bang——!!Bang——!!!"

Hasty and disorderly volleys of gunfire sounded, and an airtight smoke screen appeared in front of the imperial garrison array; one-tenth of the thinly arrayed grenadiers were killed in the blink of an eye.

But there was no trace of panic or hesitation on their faces, and no one even looked indifferently at Pao Ze, who had his head shot through by a lead bullet, or who was holding his wound and wailing in agony. They continued to advance amidst the sound of volleys of gunfire.

His calm and unhurried attitude seemed to be like strolling through a battlefield covered by torrential rain until he reached the front of the battle line.

"Grenadier Regiment—in position!"

Following Roman's order, the grenadiers stopped, and the thin and narrow queue raised their rifles neatly like dominoes.

Almost at the same time, the imperial garrison on the opposite side had also finished reorganizing itself, and more than three times the number of rifles on the not-so-spacious battle line were aimed at the Grenadier Regiment.

The fighting battlefield instantly fell into a kind of dead silence. Both the offensive and defensive sides were waiting for the moment when the other side opened fire.

Lieutenant Colonel Roman, with a stern expression, raised the slightly trembling saber above his head with his right hand.

"Boom——!!!"

At that moment, the dead silence was broken by a loud bang.

Um? !

Roman, who was staring at the enemy formation, suddenly had an expression of disbelief on his face.

That was not a bombardment, but... the sound of the main gate of Thunder Castle being knocked open.

The person who rushed out from the gate was not the commander of the imperial garrison, Kroger Bernard, but...

1st Infantry Regiment...Anson Bach? !

Roman was stunned and almost forgot to wave down the saber in his hand.

He wasn't the only one who was surprised... When they saw Clovis' bloody one-horned battle flag appearing under the main castle gate, countless people opened their mouths in shock.

No distinction is made between friend and foe.

"boom--!!!!"

A thunderous volley exploded, and the unsuspecting Imperial defenders fell instantly.

In the thick smoke, Anson walked out of the phalanx, followed closely by Carl Bain, who was holding a big sword. He looked at the dozens or hundreds of gunshot holes pointed at them with fear, as if he and this person were not afraid of death in the next second. The madman will be beaten on the spot.

But he thought too much... The moment they saw the big sword in his hand, all the officers and soldiers had dull expressions on their faces.

That sword...

Is that Lord Kroger Bernard's great tearing sword? !

They...the scum of the Kingdom of Clovis...

Killed Lord Kroger Bernard? !

Looking at the deathly silent battlefield of Thunder Castle, Anson raised his lips confidently:

"In the name of the victor - I, Anson Bach, hereby declare -"

"Krog Bernard is dead!"

"This city! It has been owned by the Kingdom of Clovis——!"