I Will Be The Crowned King

The Brigadier General's tent is much more spacious than a small "adjutant adjutant", with more than 20 square meters of activity space, it is not enough to get out of bed and go out.

There was a small sand table in the center of the tent, and a desk and a dining table in the back. Letters piled up like a hill had overflowed the table and spread to the sand table.

The brazier that was abandoned in the corner crackled, but not much smoke could be seen; the walls on both sides were hung with maps of the Kingdom of Clovis, the southern region, and Fort Thunder, with bright lights on each map. A dim light shines on it.

Standing under the kerosene lamp, Anson looked around for a week, then slowly stopped on Ludwig behind the desk.

The knight in black with his hands on his shoulders was also looking at him, but his face was not very good-looking.

"You're quite calm."

Ludwig, who was fixated on his eyes, said coldly, "Aren't you afraid of being shot to death?"

"I'm afraid." An Sen took a deep breath and looked at the other party's eyes: "But he specially called me to his tent. Isn't the Brigadier General just to shoot me?"

"I can also let Roman take you out now and execute you on the spot."

With a cold snort, Ludwig changed his words: "But I have already killed an officer today, and I can't kill another."

"So Captain Anson Bach, you are very lucky today, but you won't be so lucky every day - you'd better prove your worth quickly and let me forget your crime of disobedience on the battlefield as soon as possible!"

"If this is the case, Brigadier General..." Anson shrugged: "I think I have proved it."

"It's just a fluke." Ludwig, who sneered, sat forward and straightened up:

"Tell me: How many meters is a full regiment spread out in a column?"

"Divided by situation - the action array is more than 500 meters and less than 700 meters, and the static array is more than 230 meters and less than 260 meters."

Anson said without hesitation.

"Then what if the team is deployed horizontally?"

"More than 200 meters, less than 220 meters."

"I'm talking about the time it takes to unfold."

"The slowest four minutes, the fastest one and a half minutes."

... Ludwig, who frowned slightly, was silent.

He suddenly felt a little stupid. These questions were common sense to a reserve officer who was about to graduate from the Royal Military Academy.

An Sen's face didn't change. This kind of "unpopular" problem that could definitely reveal his true colors instantly when he first crossed over was no longer difficult for him.

An examiner who asked a low-level question fell into silence at the same time as a substitute who copied the answer of a scholar. The quiet atmosphere seemed a little weird.

An Sen could vaguely guess why the Brigadier General came to him; "Former Ansen" didn't have much information about the other party in his memory, but it was enough for him to judge the current situation.

After being quiet for at least a minute, Ludwig, who slowly lifted up, looked at Anson with a strange look:

"Two months before the outbreak of the war, I was just an army major in the central province, commander of artillery; now, I have become a brigadier general, commander of the first levy of Fort Thunder... Do you know why?"

You know, because your father, Luther Franz, is the archbishop of the Church of the Clovis Kingdom, and you are his only son and heir... Anson, who was silent in his heart, tentatively said:

"Well... it should be because of your strength and experience? You are an artillery commander, and you cannot be without artillery in a siege."

"Artillery?"

The gloomy face of Ludwig raised his mouth, full of self-deprecating sneer, and stared at An Sen: "If the people of the Wang Family Army really want to choose talents, they should send an artillery commander who has fought hard battles from the Western Front. command."

"You don't need to hide it, everyone knows it in their hearts; I was sent because no one knows how this imperial army passed through the defense line and captured Thunder Fort in one fell swoop."

"If you win, everyone will be happy; if you lose, no one will do anything to me, the archbishop's son - so they are just going to see how I lose face and lose my whole body."

"Thousands of scum who only know how to fight and drink, were abandoned by less than a thousand enemies in one round and fled in a panic!" Ludwig, who gritted his teeth, looked very grim under the light of the kerosene lamp:

"If it wasn't for Roman who led the grenadier regiment to rescue in time, I, a brigadier general who had just been in office for less than a week, would have been almost killed by the rioters!"

"As for my officers... You saw it today. You can't win the fortress with these people."

The knight in black slowly got up, his icy eyes became determined and crazy:

"I'm not going to let those who are going to see the joke succeed, I want to win this battle; for this, I need a commander."

"I'm not the kind of idiot who holds the "Saint Calendar Fifty-five Years Tactical Regulations" and only knows how to line up to be shot; what I need is to be well prepared before the war, to be able to face danger in case of an accident, and to have sufficient courage and determination The...qualified commander who won the war."

"Captain Anson Bach, I want to give you this opportunity."

After he finished speaking, Anson, who had expected it, showed a very appropriate surprise on his face.

"I-I don't understand..."

"Promise me, you are the new commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment." Ludwig said solemnly, "For logistical issues, I will be responsible for the entire regiment's supplies and military salaries, and you don't need to pay for a piece of copper."

"Uh... But I'm still just a captain, and I haven't graduated from the Royal Military Academy..." An Sen lowered his head and took a half step back with his hands behind his back.

"Captain? I was a major two months ago... This is easy to handle." Ludwig interrupted directly: "As for the Royal Military Academy, I will write a letter and send it to them to prepare your resume file and graduation. Proof—congratulations, Captain Bach; with any luck, you may be the Academy's first lieutenant colonel graduate."

Yes, the premise is that I can go back alive.

Looking at the black knight who couldn't refuse at all, Anson wasn't happy at all because of the other party's words.

In essence, it has nothing to do with him whether he wins or loses this "Thunder Fort Siege War". He is just a graduate who has completed the "internship" and is about to complete his studies and participate in the work; .

Anson did not reject this point - unless he was a deserter, he would not be able to leave this battlefield now; no matter what the circumstances, the survival rate of an officer must be better than that of an ordinary private.

But this kind of headhunting must come at a price...

"Of course, once you accept this condition, you will also offend a lot of people. I won't hide it from you." Ludwig changed his words, walked from behind the table to the table with his hands behind his back, and stood by Anson's side without looking sideways. :

"In the Kingdom of Clovis, the Church of Order has friends and enemies; if you take refuge with us, don't expect them to treat you any favors."

"But please also think clearly: an army captain from a small noble family who entered the military academy by talent, how long does it take to become a lieutenant colonel or even a general? Twenty years? Thirty years?"

"Help me win this battle, I assure you in my father's name that the Church of Order will be your greatest support!"

The sonorous and powerful words seemed very decisive.

Anson peeked at Ludwig beside him from the corner of his eye. The Brigadier General was desperate to win, and he had to do his best to catch the "life-saving straw" that suddenly appeared like him.

Although this is exactly what he hopes - the reason is very simple, because he is the son of the Archbishop of the Church of Order.

No matter how secretive "Ex Anson" is to protect his amateur interests, it is almost impossible to not be discovered at all; even considering this, joining the Church of Order is attractive enough for him.

There is also the murderer who killed the former owner of this body and caused him to pass through. Considering that it is unlikely that someone sneaked into the battlefield, he could even complete the murder plan by coincidence on the eve of the army's retreat, pretending to be killed by the enemy or suicide. illusion...

Anson has reason to believe that this person is definitely in the levy of Thunder Fort; even around him, and already knows the information of his "resurrection".

To protect himself, and to make the other party not dare to act easily, he needed the church power behind Ludwig.

"Can you let me think about it?"

"I'll give you three days." Ludwig nodded slightly, his tone softer than before: "After three days, if you decide to accept my advice, then..."

"I will come to see you with a complete plan that will definitely capture the Thunder Fortress!"

Anson replied solemnly.

This team leader, he is determined!