I will be crowned king

After being praised unstintingly by the Commander-in-Chief, and in front of the entire officer corps, Alexey was lying if he said he was unhappy. He was so proud that the mustache at the corner of his mouth almost curled up.

At this moment, the word "beautiful" was born to describe his expression - purely literal meaning.

Of course, Alexey is somewhat uneasy in his heart; the Commander-in-Chief is not the type who particularly likes to praise others - except for boasting - every time he suddenly expresses affection for you, it is probably when he feels sorry for you.

There is a rumor circulating among the Storm Legion: If the Commander-in-Chief tells you personally that you are the person he trusts most, then your next decision must be worthy of this trust, otherwise...

Well, otherwise the Commander-in-Chief will have no choice but to feel sorry for you.

There have been many versions of this rumor within the Storm Legion. After many updates and iterations, Anson Bach's image has become almost the same as that of the evil god who speaks his words.

Regarding these irresponsible, false and without evidence claims, Alexei Dukasky, the most trusted person and loyal man, said that there are no rumors and they are all true.

So there will be no exception this time.

"Appoint Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Dukasky as the vanguard of the regiment, leading the 2nd Infantry Regiment to take the lead and march quickly to the slave port."

"Your mission is to disguise yourself as the main force of the Storm Legion - the Grenadier Regiment - which moves so fast that it is out of touch with the main force. It is to attract the attention of the Borre Corps. At the same time, it is also responsible for outpost reconnaissance and luring the enemy to take the initiative to attack. mission!"

"Once the enemy is successfully lured out of the slave port, the 2nd Infantry Regiment must immediately launch a defense, cover the shooting army and wait for the train, and at the same time retreat step by step to bring the enemy into the ambush circle pre-planned by the Storm Legion."

"If the enemy is still not fooled, the Second Infantry Regiment will lead the shooting army to dig trenches and fortifications outside the slave port, assume a large-scale siege posture, attract the enemy's naval gunfire, and wait for the actual arrival of the main force."

After giving the order, Carl Bain sighed, handed the mission plan to Alexei who looked desperate, and patted his shoulder expressionlessly.

Alexey, who was petrified for nearly a minute, looked at the plan in his hand, then at the chief of staff. After going back and forth several times, he finally said: "Lieutenant Colonel Karl, I have A question that has to be asked…”

"Why you, right?" Carl said with an "I knew you were going to ask this" expression:

"Frankly speaking, there's no reason why - that bastard Anson... Our beloved Commander-in-Chief said that except for Lieutenant Colonel Julien, who has relatively little experience, anyone can do this task. There is no necessary target."

"Huh? Then why..."

"Because among everyone, you are the most positive one." Karl sighed again:

"I have twice put forward suggestions and questions that are completely in line with the commander-in-chief's ideas, and he is more professional than me, the deputy... I, the chief of staff, who should I choose if I don't choose you?"

"I guess you must be thinking now that you will never be so active again, right?" Glancing at the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment whose expression suddenly changed, the chief of staff snorted coldly:

"I would advise you not to have any wishful thinking. You know very well about our Commander-in-Chief. The only way to avoid his malice is not to know him, so..."

"Just accept your fate, ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, Karl slapped him hard on the shoulder. Alexey, who was in despair, was immediately paralyzed and sat down on the ground.

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At the same time, the Storm Legion headquarters camp.

Facing almost all the members of the officer corps present except Alexei, Anson stopped playing with his pipe with his right hand expressionlessly:

"Everyone is fine. I'm only going to say this once - not a single word about any suspected Dukaski family information is allowed to reach Lieutenant Colonel Alexei's ears."

"There is no room for discussion on this matter, and no explanation will be accepted. Even if there are rumors, Alexei cannot be aware of it. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

The officers present nodded slightly, with extremely solemn expressions in their eyes.

Anson nodded slightly and tapped the documents on the table.

This is the information just sent by Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell - or the Truth Society - that there are not only Levent, but also many talented people from other southern families in the Borre Corps.

The reason why we know this is because of the side effects of the previous elastic defense plan-relying on the smuggling trade, the New World Company, the Faithless Knights and the Truth Society have all completed high-intensity penetration of the upper levels of several legions, almost taking Here comes the complete list of the officer corps of the Jihadi Army.

Then they were surprised to find that the heir of the family of Dukaski's generation was also the leader of a cuirassier regiment in the Borre Corps.

According to the empire's military system, the cuirassiers are the core and absolute combat power of an army. They usually play the role of attacking and making the final decision; in other words, as long as there is a conflict with the Borre Legion, this cuirassier will definitely deal with the Storm Legion. of.

In this case, Anson must of course consider not allowing the other party to have a head-on conflict with the commander of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, whom he trusts so much, and can only find a reason for him to avoid the battle, or wait until the end before entering the battlefield.

But if he was given a task like being the rear guard, the arrangement would be too obvious, so there was the scene in the military meeting just now.

"Alexei... as far as we know, he ran away from home for some reason and has no plans to join the Clovis Royal Army."

Norton, who was sitting on the left side of the long table, held the table with both hands and said with a heavy expression: "He personally resents being forced to sacrifice himself in order to obey the family's interests. I'm afraid he was directly affected by something."

"As for what happened to the Dukaski family, we still don't know, but judging from the information we have, it may be... well, escape from marriage."

well?

After the words fell, the officers who had looked solemn just now and had different expressions immediately divided into two groups with distinct positions.

Julien, as well as Cavalry Major Jason and a group of other minor nobles, were among the well-educated members of the Storm Legion. Their expressions were obviously solemn, and there was even a hint of empathy in their twinkling eyes.

As for the big-headed soldiers who might have been forcibly recruited into the army, Leo, the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment, and Deroshenko, the artillery company commander, their expressions were obviously stunned, and there was even a trace of...envy in their speechless expressions.

Lisa, who was sitting next to her, raised her little head and stared at Anson with big curious eyes - with an expression full of worry, she obviously confused "deserter" and "deserted marriage".

"Of course this is just our speculation, and it may not be true - Lieutenant Colonel Alexei. He was probably forced to run away from home for other reasons." Norton quickly added:

"Please be clear about this and never look at our second corps commander with a colored look!"

But he obviously said this too late, or it was as if he didn't say it at all - I heard that he probably had a wife who cheated on her and pushed her out, and everyone was already looking at him with a colored eye.

"In short, this matter must not be known to Alexei - let him lead the 2nd Infantry Regiment and the Shooting Corps as the reserve team when attacking the slave port. This is enough." Anson said solemnly, making the final decision Summarize:

"Others... are preparing to face the attack of the Borre Corps alone without any assistance or cover."

"I also want to make it clear that the risks of this battle are huge. I am prepared to pay the price of sacrifice and loss, so I ask you to also show some awareness."

"Indeed, it seems fanciful to challenge 20,000 elites with only 12,000 people, but this is our only chance to change the situation of the entire Order World. This small opportunity can make a big difference!"

"Our enemies are powerful, but not invulnerable; we have many allies, but the premise of winning over them is to prove that we are worthy of their alliance."

"What we have to do is to prove with our own hands that the enemy is not invulnerable; pinch their weak points and give them a slap in the face! Then..."

"The enemy will not become weaker because of this, and we will not become stronger because of this. Unfortunately, if you challenge the strong in this world, the Ring of Order will not give you any rewards, and you will even have to pay a price."

"But this world, which seems to have not changed at all, will be completely different from yesterday..."

Anson spoke slowly: "When the strong in this world need to pay a visible price and humiliation for their wanton behavior and willful nonsense, the world will become different."

"I don't want to say that such a world will be better, and I don't want to paint a better blueprint for you. I just want you to seriously think about it. Is the Storm Legion gradually growing by bullying the weak and relying on the strong?"

After hearing this, I carefully recalled the history of someone's fortune, various tricks to attract sponsorship, beating up rotten fish and shrimps, and then gathering all kinds of scum together to bully the enemy with more wins and less. Karl really wanted to ask a question …isn’t it?

"Of course not!" Anson asked and answered loudly:

"Eagle Point City, Iser Guards, Seven Cities Alliance, Imperial Expeditionary Force, Imperial Colonial Legion... Every time the Storm Legion grows, it is after a head-on confrontation with a more powerful enemy!"

"Why? The price you pay for bullying the weak may not seem worth mentioning, but you are destined to be unable to benefit more; if you kill the growing seedlings, how can you harvest the fat fruits in the future?"

"By defeating the strong, you can gain the friendship of your allies, gain the active and spontaneous vassalage of the weak, and stand above everyone with a reasonable attitude!"

"Therefore, all of you, from the fight against the rebellion in Clovis City, to the siege of Eagle Point City, to the war to unify the Han Dynasty, you have been unswervingly determined to fight side by side with me. All of you who have similar pursuits and ideals of progress..." Anson took a deep breath and slowly said Open your arms to the left and right:

"Please follow me to hoe the strong and help the weak!"

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Just when Anson ventured eastward, preparing to challenge the Borre Corps whose strength was almost twice his own, Louis, who was stationed at Red Hand Bay, also waited for the enemy he was about to face.

The situation can be described as extremely serious.

According to the initial intelligence obtained, the enemy in the direction of Red Hand Bay was only feinting, and the additional troops invested were very limited; coupled with the previous results of the New World Army and the Borei Army, Black Reef Port had almost become a no-man's land, and it was basically no man's land. There is no capital and ability to supply the army through.

According to the estimates of the New World Legion Staff Office, the number of enemies on land cannot exceed 10,000, and the main direction of "feint attack" should be from the sea.

The commander-in-chief is Major General Ludwig, and the fleet is basically composed of the Royal Fleet in North Port and the Bernard family sailors. The risk is infinitely close to zero.

But the final result was completely different from everyone's prediction.

There are more than 20,000 troops assembled from the front on land, and the scale of the sea fleet has reached an astonishing fifty battleships... Although it seems that supply ships account for more than half, it is also terrifying for a small colony in Red Hand Bay. Extreme numbers.

In order to defend the White Whale Port, Anson hardly left Louis with many troops, only 3,000 sailing city regiments, plus 8,000 colonial militia - a force similar to Anson's, but the combat effectiveness is completely different.

And Louis wants to use this kind of army to fight against two elite jihadist armies who have joined forces... It seems that everything is no different from the battle in the Wild Grass Forest a few months ago.

Even...even Louis himself thinks so.

"...Compared with the enemy, the advantage our army has is that it has basically complete defenses, which can barely resist the enemy's initial fire coverage and weaken the damage caused to us by the previous rounds of offensives...Other than that, There is only the morale to defend territory, dignity and honor.”

Looking at the officers standing in front of him, the young knight said calmly: "But morale does not exist forever, but it is a force that needs to be relied on to maintain."

"When the enemy's shells continue to fall on the heads of the soldiers, and when the shouts of killing are several times louder than our own, we cannot expect that every soldier will not be afraid. That is abnormal."

"They need an example, a support, a consumable that makes them believe that they can continue to fight here, instead of being left alone and thrown away as an abandoned object to attract the enemy's attention, so that they can defend until the last moment they can. "

"Similarly when they attack, they also need a direction, a flag, to tell them where they should follow, not just an order from the rear that can only remind them of corpses and death."

"This is what I want to say, and this is the only thing I want to say." Looking at the officers with heavy faces, Louis calmly pulled out the saber from his waist:

"So...if you still want to stop me, I have no objection, but I will go to the front of the defense line alone and fight side by side with the soldiers who are defending the trenches."

"But if you have understood, then please follow my order and set up the military flag at the artillery position closest to the forward position, establish a temporary headquarters, tell all the soldiers, and also tell the enemy..."

"I...Louis Bernard, Marshal of the New World Legion...right here!"