I will be crowned king

"Stop—don't run!"

Childish shouts echoed on the deck of the pirate ship, along with the roar of shotguns; hot lead bullets swarmed out of the gun flames, chasing after the wailing Black Reef Port militiamen like mad dogs. .

Harsh gunfire and gushing smoke filled every corner of the battleship, and the flickering fire was like the scythe of death. Each time it lit up, it would harvest one or more lives.

On the deck and in the cabin, the heavily armed Black Reef Port militiamen stood shivering in the darkness, so frightened that they even forgot what they were supposed to do.

Why did things become like this? What happened? !

The panicked militiamen didn't know. They only remembered that they were sent by the Parliament to "take over" the battleships of the advance army. As for whether the advance army had agreed, it had nothing to do with them.

Things went very smoothly at the beginning: all the Clovis and pirates were "hospitated" by the parliament and arranged to be stationed in a residential area, and they were not hindered in any way when boarding the ship.

Everything started to go wrong when the first unlucky guy entered the cabin along the deck entrance and never heard back.

The militiamen were ambushed by the people left behind on the ship, and violent gunfire came from all directions and corners almost continuously.

However, they did not take this expected "accident" to heart, and soon began to organize a counterattack. Groups of two or three began to search the deck and cabin to eliminate some friendly forces that were unwilling to cooperate in taking over.

This is where the nightmare of falling into hell begins.

"Another one found you!"

A childish voice came from behind. The frightened militiaman turned around suddenly and saw his companion on the left lying on his back almost at the same time, with a bright bayonet stably stuck in the center of his forehead.

The petite figure holding a rifle was running towards them from the darkness shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

The militiamen did not hesitate and rushed decisively towards the corner of the cabin, huddled behind a pile of messy ammunition boxes.

The moment he lay down, he clearly heard his partner on the other side shouting angrily: "There are enemies - hide, fire!" Then the experienced man knelt down on one knee, raised his gun and fired.

"boom--!"

The deafening sound of gunfire rang out, instantly giving up the idea of ​​militiamen supporting their comrades.

He saw with his own eyes that before his companion's finger touched the trigger, his head and half of his body were blown to pieces in the gunfire, and most of his cheeks were dyed red by the spurting plasma.

Hiding behind the ammunition box, miscellaneous gunshots kept ringing in his ears, and the screams and roars of his companions kept penetrating his eardrums.

Holding the rifle tightly in his arms, the young Black Reef Port soldier lay motionless on the ground; he desperately held his breath and suppressed his heartbeat that was about to burst out of his chest.

As time passed by, the sounds of gunshots and screams became less and less frequent, and finally disappeared completely. Only the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard moving back and forth between the deck above and the surrounding cabins.

They were wiping out the remaining remnants of the enemy, which was themselves... The militiamen swallowed, and their heartstrings tightened even more.

After a while, even the footsteps disappeared, and the entire cabin became completely quiet. In the darkness, only the dead silence of his own heartbeat could be heard.

The young Black Reef Port warrior still did not dare to move. He was worried that this might be some kind of trap. The devil-like girl might be holding her shotgun, waiting for him to be exposed in a corner of the cabin.

Wait, wait, wait...

He finally couldn't wait any longer - even though he was still scared to death.

Otherwise, how about this first: without leaving the hiding spot, observe the surrounding situation, and then... uh... then when they are not paying attention, secretly climb out of the gun window on the side of the ship, sneak into the bottom of the ship, and finally wait Everything is over, sneak back to the parliament quietly...

The militiaman made up his mind. He slowly stood up, poked his head out of the ammunition boxes around him, and then...

Then he went completely stupid.

Feeling the cold touch on his forehead, he opened his eyes wide with a dull expression, looking at the girl who smiled at him proudly "hehe", and the crowd of Clovis people behind her who were gloating about the good show.

Her white and tender little hand pulled the trigger, and the militiaman's vision went dark. The last words she said echoed in his mind:

"In the name of Chief Lisa Bach, no one can escape!"

…………………………

Blackreef Harbor Council, basement.

In the oppressive atmosphere of deathly silence, like a tomb, time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The expressions of the officers and congressmen who had just been granted amnesty could only be described as mourning; they continued to remain silent while rapidly exchanging glances with each other; the smoke-filled basement was in a state of overlapping silence and noise. .

Congressman Pushwood, who was about to "shake hands and make peace" with Anson... within ten seconds after the soldier broke in, he froze on the spot.

His dull eyes slowly turned to look at "Captain Alan Dawn" who was smiling at him and adjusting his monocle.

If Anson was asked to evaluate which of his magic props is the most practical, although [Mist Pipe] is the one he uses most frequently, he would still choose [Anonymous Glasses] without hesitation.

It can make people subconsciously ignore the existence of the wearer, making them have no sense of existence - it sounds like a very metaphysical effect, but it can always surprise people during use, and the scope of application is also unexpectedly wide. .

For example, when sneaking into a heavily fortified place, when you need to escape from an area full of enemies, when the enemy hits a fatal blow, or...

Now.

Seeing the wonderful expressions of everyone present, Anson silently took out an ordinary pipe from his arms, and his evaluation of this prop in his heart rose to a higher level again.

In just ten seconds, he expanded the casting range of his magic to every corner of the basement without any scruples... With the dual blessing of instinctive neglect and extreme emotional shock, no one noticed the air. The lingering smoke is gradually becoming thicker.

Even without superpowers, he could observe the rapid exchange of glances between the Black Reef Port officers and the MPs, gradually becoming serious; the four guards guarding the door also glanced at him with less and less suspicion from the corner of their eyes - -But suddenly he didn't realize that the prey he was targeting was also observing him seriously.

Pushwood's pupils suddenly shrank after a moment of loss. The pupils that met Anson's eyes quickly changed from dull to murderous, and his tight lips opened without warning:

"Do it!"

The moment he finished speaking, Pushwood fell down suddenly, took out a cylindrical object with a fuse from his arms, and threw it at the kerosene lamp above Anson's head behind him.

The next second, the other officers and congressmen present also bent their knees tacitly and got under the chairs or tables - after more than ten days of siege and artillery bombardment by the empire, they were already familiar with the process, and the whole set of actions was smooth and smooth.

The four guards also turned around, holding rifles while skillfully taking out ropes and shackles from behind, and walked towards Anson, who was still smoking his pipe unconsciously and smiling.

"boom--!"

Just as the thrown pillar smashed the kerosene lamp, the sound of heavy door closing sounded in the basement; the smoke bomb ignited by the kerosene lamp made a loud noise, and the gray-white smoke instantly blocked everyone's vision.

Now that it has been exposed, there is no point in continuing to cover up; the only thing left is to capture the adjutant of the commander-in-chief of the advance army alive as a hostage, and force the Clovis soldiers on the ship to hand over the battleship!

And this is the real plan of the Black Reef Port Council. They don't believe this group of "advance troops" who suddenly appeared, and they have no intention of continuing to hold on under the siege of the empire; they will seize the ship and run away, and escape from Ascension as soon as possible. is their only goal.

As for how to face other city-states in the confederation after escaping, especially the Clovis people in Ice Dragon Fjord...Pushwood is not worried, because the imperial army outside the city will help them solve all their troubles.

Even if there are a few escapees, don't worry - all the advance troops and the pirates have been "placed" in the same residential area. They will have no idea what happened tonight, let alone why. Someone "disappears" and everything will look like an accident.

The premise of the plan is that the "Captain Alan Dawn" in front of him can cooperate well; as long as he is smart enough, he can wait until he is about to arrive at Moby Dick Harbor before sinking him into the sea and dying in the land of the Clovis people. superior.

Just when Pushwood started to make his wishful thinking, he suddenly heard a muffled sound above his head.

"Boom!"

The diffuse smoke blocked his vision, and he could only vaguely confirm that it was the sound of a person's head being pressed on the table, and the force was so heavy that the entire long table was shaken, and the lingering sound that penetrated made his eardrums ache slightly.

But this was just the beginning. Soon, all kinds of movements came from the thick fog: messy struggles, fast-moving footsteps, fist-to-flesh collisions, reverse bending of joints... There was also something mixed in the chaos. A strange and brisk melody, like a ditty full of rhythm.

Pushwood didn't even need to look up, he could picture in his mind "Captain Alan Dawn" being surrounded by four guards, struggling repeatedly and being subdued again.

"boom!"

There was another heavy blow, and the sound of cracking bones could even be vaguely heard in the crisp sound; then the staggering figure was locked by a black shadow, and was thrown to the corner like a torn sack. Knee bump.

Even when he fell to the ground, his mouth was tightly covered. He couldn't scream for help and could only struggle desperately to resist.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the chair "Alan Dawn" was sitting on was kicked over to the ground and fell apart after having close contact with the figure.

Lying tightly under the table, Pushwood could only vaguely see a few pairs of military boots switching back and forth in his sight, and heard the constant whine coming from the long table above his head... The gray in his sight became more and more intense, and every time It felt like I was taking in a mouthful of choking smoke when I breathed.

Just when he was wondering why the smoke didn't dissipate, the sound of fighting above him suddenly stopped.

Covering his mouth with one hand to avoid inhaling the smoke, Pushwood crawled out from under the table, took out another loaded revolver from his arms with his right hand, and focused on guarding the surroundings.

In the basement shrouded in thick fog, Pushwood climbed up and looked around, but couldn't find a single standing figure.

"Snapped."

Just when he was feeling strange, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something. He lowered his head and looked down - a guard covered in blood and with gray eyes was lying quietly at his feet.

died.

Feeling the touch from the soles of his feet, Pushwood froze, and his slightly trembling eyes moved little by little: the guard with his neck broken was paralyzed in the corner, as if his chest had been completely sunken after a heavy blow; The other one next to him was intact, except that the joints of its limbs were bent in opposite directions.

Looking to the side, there was also a guard lying across the long table, pillowed on the cracked long table, his bloody back covered with splintered wood chips from the armchair.

One, two, three...

None of the four guards survived.

But one is missing.

Moreover, the most important and critical thing is missing, which is...

"Crack."

The hammer of the revolver sounded behind him, and Pushwood froze in place.

He finally knew where the fifth figure was.

……………………

A residential area outside the center of Black Reef Port.

Gently opening a small gap in the curtains, Alexei stood in front of the window holding a monocular with a solemn expression, looking towards the port.

Under the pitch-black night, the tops of the main masts of the four battleships lit up and then extinguished, repeating four times.

"Very good, it seems that Miss Lisa has succeeded."

After muttering a few words to himself, Alexey put away his binoculars and turned to look behind him - all the officers of the second infantry regiment, platoon level one or above, were lining up neatly in his room, waiting attentively. Order.

"Are you all ready?"

Looking across everyone's faces, Alexei asked in a deep voice.

He was answered by everyone beating their chests and saluting in unison.

"Do you still need me to explain the mission again?"

No one spoke.

"Very good, then I have nothing more to say." Alexey shrugged:

"The first battalion put on the uniforms of pirates and civilians, and cleared all the informants in Black Reef Port around the camp as soon as possible, and then gathered at the Black Reef Port Assembly; the second battalion was on standby, waiting for the first battalion to clear the 'roadblocks' and set off quickly to 'coordinate' In the name of defense, we quickly controlled the commanding heights and key roads around the parliament."

"The skirmisher company changed into the clothes of the Black Reef Port defenders and cooperated with the guard company to 'take over' the parliament."

"Tonight! There are imperial spies in Black Reef Port City who are attacking the Parliament and murdering the local liberal leader and the commander-in-chief of the advance army - myself. After the sneak attack failed, I fled to the Parliament in an attempt to cooperate with the army outside the city to conquer Black Reef. port!"

As he spoke, Alexei took a deep breath and took out his gun, put the muzzle of the gun against his left shoulder, and then pulled the trigger:

“Everyone, let’s go—ahhhhh!!!!”