I will be crowned king

Winter torch city council, outside the gate.

Standing on the turret made of fragments of the Ring of Order sculpture, Segren looked at the beleaguered "fortress" in front of him, at the heavily armed beast slave warriors behind him who were launching successive attacks, and at the center of the road in the distance, slowly The twenty-four-pounder gun moving this way...

Endless pride arises spontaneously.

Before today, he was just a mercenary leader who was yelled at by the congressmen outside Yangfan City. He risked being frozen to death for a few coins and hunted his compatriots in the wilderness;

After today, he conquered the Winter Torch City and personally shot a Commander-in-Chief of Clovis...the Imperial Knight!

That's right, while receiving the reward from the parliament, he also negotiated terms with the colonial minister - if he kills Anson Bach, that gentleman will personally confer a knighthood on himself, and he will become a legitimate imperial noble.

Of course, it was not difficult to guess from the look in the other party's eyes that the minister in charge did not believe that he could complete this task, and it was probably just a "blank check."

Segren knew all too well about these seemingly respectable big men - never count on a nobleman's promise, just like never trust the oath of a liar.

The stinginess of these people cannot be compared to that of even the most stingy profiteers. In their eyes, others should take the initiative to serve them, and serve them as an obligation, an honor, and some kind of code that cannot be violated.

Unless you are forced to do so, you can never expect the lavish rewards they talk about to come true.

Because of this, Anson Bach's head... He Segren is bound to win.

At that time, even if it is just to ensure that this credit will not be taken away by the parliament, this despised minister will have to give himself a noble title!

He has roughly figured out the current situation in Dongju City: his "comrades" who were attracted by the bounty are still robbing homes and houses everywhere. The only army in Dongju City has been wiped out by him, and the only remaining threat is the city outside the city. Clovis armies inside and outside.

But both the main force outside the city and the two infantry battalions inside the city are quite far away from the parliament, and they are all blocked by the riots in the city. Want to rescue? Kill half of Winter Torch City first!

Before that, in addition to those members and Anson Bach himself, there were at most a few personal guards in the parliament hall, and there could not be more.

In other words, as long as the parliament is in front of the reinforcements, even if he has to run away in the end, he will not be able to kill Anson Bach himself. No matter how many victories he has, he will definitely make a profit; you must know that none of those liberal heads can It’s worth a hundred gold coins!

Because of this, Segren is so confident right now. Even if the battle situation is unfavorable for a while, it cannot reduce his overwhelming ambition; even a few more deaths would be good, it will be more convenient to escape, and there will be fewer people to share the money with.

More importantly, the battle is over - with bursts of excited cheers, the old twenty-four-pounder cannon was finally moved to the fort position, and several self-proclaimed "experienced" beast slave artillerymen were pushing hard. muzzle, aiming it at the parliament door.

No matter how stubbornly the group of meatheads in the parliament resisted, it was doomed to be meaningless in the face of the twenty-four-pounder cannon.

Looking at the closed door, Sigegren, who had become an imperial noble and lived in his old age in a local manor, had already appeared in his mind. He used all his strength to shout out the words he had been looking forward to for a long time:

"fire!"

After receiving the order, the beast slave mercenary did not dare to neglect. After some operations, he lit the fuse of the cannon, making the old steel beast regain its vitality.

………………

"Snapped!"

The chief police officer covered her little head with both hands and looked up with tears in her eyes at the villain who hit her head with the pipe: "It hurts a lot - and it's also very hot!"

"It hurts? That's all it hurts." Anson, who had no sense of bullying a girl, hummed proudly, holding the pipe in his right hand: "Punish a bad girl who steps on others' feet without saying a word!"

"It was Anson who stole Lisa's prey...ah!"

Before the girl could finish speaking, Anson knocked again.

"The second time, punish a certain bad girl who doesn't admit her mistakes but still quibbles." Anson emphasized again: "From that position at that time, you couldn't have seen the enemy appear before me - correct me, it should be any situation None of it is possible.”

Not to mention the newly revealed enemies, Anson could clearly see where they came in from outside the parliament hall.

"Cheating, Anson cheated!" the girl protested.

"Protests are futile - and what you're doing is quibbling at best," Anson retorted.

"It's not quibbles. Lisa is a good girl, and good girls don't quibble - it's obviously Anson who cheated!"

"Are there any rules on the battlefield? I should be one with outstanding abilities. I should predict the enemy first!"

"It's cheating, it's cheating! Bad Anson, he also hit Lisa on the head with a hot pipe!"

"Well, I apologize. Shouldn't that bad girl also say sorry for stepping on my toes?"

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me...just don't tell me! Lisa is a good girl, but Anson stole Lisa's prey first!"

Polina slowly stood up and looked at the beautiful figure who was "arguing" with the Commander-in-Chief, a trace of astonishment showing on her pretty face.

In her memory, although the eldest lady of the Luen family was young, she had always been graceful, gentle and arrogant. She was always so calm and calm, and had a personality that would make people around her spontaneous. "Ashamed of oneself" coldness.

More than once, when Polina saw her, she would feel an inexplicable sense of inferiority and infinite admiration - especially after knowing that she came from a local wealthy family and was the fiancée of Lord Anson Bach.

So what is going on with Miss Lu En, who is full of childishness and is getting angry with the Commander-in-Chief?

And the small military uniform, rifle, revolver, bayonet, armed belt, and grenades on her... are they all real?

The girl was stunned.

Looking at her appearance, Alan Dawn, who was hiding under a chair on one side, could vaguely guess that the other party might have misunderstood; the little clerk who was about to remind him hesitated to speak and remained silent.

Let Miss Polina see more scenes like this, which should help her dispel some of her unrealistic fantasies... The little secretary thought with kindness in her heart.

The choking smoke drifted away in the silent hall, replaced by the strong smell of blood.

Seeing that the attack outside seemed to have temporarily stopped, the trembling Confederate lawmakers breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to have regained their confidence to "defeat the Empire."

They crawled out from under the chairs one by one, and began to whisper with the people around them, discussing the impact of the raid - the damage suffered by the Winter Torch City under the attack was huge, which meant that the city, which was originally the second to last in terms of strength, Their voice within the confederation has been further reduced.

Of course, the Speaker of Winter Torch City cannot accept this. He has received Anson's "verbal promise" and has no fear; as long as it becomes the logistics base camp and Storm Division military base for the entire Confederacy, Winter Torch City's revival will be instantaneous.

Quarrel, negotiation, interest exchange, alliance betrayal... There were corpses everywhere in front of the gate, and in the parliament hall with constant gunfire outside the gate, the colonial representatives seemed to have regained their original feeling.

at this time……

"Everyone - get down!"

The powerful voice echoed under the vault, and everyone who had just breathed a sigh of relief tightened their nerves again. Like frightened rabbits, they collectively turned their heads and looked at the figure standing on the hill made of bones.

Anson, who had been arguing with Lisa just now, suddenly became solemn. He collected the guns and ammunition on the ground and piled them into a pile. He loaded the ammunition one rifle at a time in an orderly manner.

The girl on the side immediately calmed down when she saw this, and began to carefully check the weapons she carried as she did before every battle.

"Lisa."

"Um?"

"How many guns can you carry besides the ones you already carry?"

"Well…"

The girl gestured with her two little hands and stretched out towards Anson: "This... plus this!"

Five rifles...ignoring the physiological limits of normal people, Anson nodded, and then asked: "Can you still run after carrying it?"

"You can run!" The girl nodded seriously:

"But I can't run fast."

"That doesn't matter."

Anson raised his head and looked into the girl's eyes: "Listen, two minutes...half a minute after I call start, you have a chance to fire twenty shots - the enemy will not fight back during this time, so in addition to ensuring that the most As for the important goal, you have to kill as many as nineteen enemies in half a minute...can you do it?"

"Can... well, what's the goal?"

"You'll know this right away." Anson picked up the five rifles he had prepared and handed them neatly to the girl:

"Get ready and wait for my order."

Without asking any more questions, the girl carrying the rifle swayed into a corner of the wall on the left side of the gate. With her eyes wide open, she nervously took out a licorice stick from her arms and bit the corner of her mouth.

Anson was still standing leisurely under the pillars next to the parliament door, smoking his pipe. The intoxicating smoke drifted away in the smoke, covering his face.

He is waiting.

A perfect plan not only requires careful layout, but also precise control of time; it is necessary to grasp not only the enemy's situation, but also one's own deployment, weather conditions, battlefield situation, terrain structure... all must be taken into consideration.

When everything is ready and all the elements are gathered, it’s time to perform on stage and witness the miracle.

call--

After gently exhaling the last puff of smoke, Anson put away the fog pipe, then took out his "anonymous glasses" and put them on his left eye. He also pulled the corner of his hat to cover it slightly so that it was less conspicuous. Then he pulled out the dagger revolver and put the six A lead bullet stamped with [Rising Fire] was stuffed into the magazine.

Finally, count down from the bottom of my heart - three, two, one...

"boom--!!!!"

The moment the loud bang that shattered everything exploded, the roaring air waves had already torn the door into pieces; the black shadow surrounding the literally breaking through the door was like a mirror disintegrating from the center, with countless fragments spreading inward, The shock wave swept across the entire hall.

Anson, who was hiding behind the pillars and facing the door, snapped his fingers.

Curse magic, [Yam Entertainment Home].

Almost at the same time as the sound of the cannon sounded, he finally completed all preparations for casting the spell - the "gunsmoke" floating in the hall began to gather and solidify; all the gravel fragments rushing into the door continued to slow down in the smoke, and finally fell slowly. fall.

Even the direction of the cannonball itself was changed, and the angle was forcibly changed in the smoke; with the exclamations one after another, a huge skylight was smashed through the top of the hall vault, and the falling gravel and rubble destroyed many colonies. The representative was beaten to a bloody head.

Maybe it was a second, maybe it was a minute. The veins under Anson's temples popped out one by one as he was holding on without releasing the spell, blocking most of the air waves and explosive debris from the cannonball.

"Lisa!!!"

"Coming!!!"

The girl who yelled rushed out of the bunker without hesitation and ran towards the door in the rolling heat. She decisively pulled the trigger of the Borni rifle in her arms.

"boom!"

The screaming lead bullets passed through layers of thick fog and accurately killed the beast slave gunner who was hiding behind the cannon and was preparing for the second round of shooting.

Without hesitation, the girl decisively threw away the Borni in her hand, and while running wildly, she picked up the five muzzle-loading rifles Anson had prepared for her behind her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like magic, five bullet marks pierced the sky, and the five beast slave mercenaries beside the twenty-four-pound cannon fell down; the girl who had been running wildly had already rushed into the siege position, and the hundreds of beast slave mercenaries were still unaware. Sleep.

And when they realized it, the girl had already pulled out her favorite shotgun, pointed it at the crowd hiding in the bunker and pulled the trigger. At the same time, a string of grenades were thrown out like a goddess scattering flowers.

"boom--!"

Thunder thundered at the gates of Parliament, and the shotgun sergeant made his debut.

Looking at their companions who were blown into the sky by grenades and scattered piece by piece, the beast slave mercenaries finally realized what had just happened; they began to rush towards the girl like crazy. He fired at the petite figure desperately.

Throwing away the hot shotgun in her arms, the girl who flew up and down pulled out the last two revolvers, fought with the enemy around the shallow trenches and bunkers dug by the beast slave mercenaries, and actively advanced towards the hail of bullets.

Perhaps everything happened so fast in front of him that Segren, as the mercenary leader, didn't even have time to think.

Hiding under the bunker, he glanced at the figure jumping up and down in the position in fear, and then at the six corpses lying on the 24-pounder, and he seemed to have some kind of understanding.

"No, the other side wants to...?!"

The frightened Segren jumped out of the bunker and wanted to give orders to the soldiers beside him.

But...it's still a step too late.

Before he finished speaking, a ray of fire penetrated the thick fog; Segren, with a frozen expression, watched helplessly as it flew towards the twenty-four-pounder gun placed on the temporary fort.

Cursed magic, [Rising Fire].

The golden red stream of light fell on the barrel, and then ignited a flame that covered the entire fort; naturally, it also covered the...

Ammo box.

"boom--!!!!"