I Will Be The Crowned King

"Boom!!!!"

With the sound of the explosion that shook the earth, the city of Clovis, shrouded in dense fog, finally ushered in her dawn.

As the blockade that blocked the outer city fell, a flood of people began to pour into the inner city from street after street; some of them were wearing factory uniforms, some were small shop owners, some beggars and homeless people who had been displaced on the streets for a long time, some wearing cheap ready-to-wear formal clothes, belonging to a trade union with decent income...

But their expressions were surprisingly unanimous.

In addition to indifference, there is anger - anger for losing a job, anger for being displaced, anger for being destroyed in a riot, anger for being turned away from orphanages...

So when the old **** sect took to the streets to shout loudly, when the gang smashed open warehouses and set fire to factories, these people did not hesitate to join the team marching towards the inner city.

Why are we displaced, but those people have a place to live?

Why were we taken away from land and driven into factories, and worked so hard that we couldn't support our family, or even ourselves?

Why do we usually work diligently for our employers, but when something happens, we are kicked out of the house?

Why can they live carefree in castles and mansions, while we have to face robberies, riots, thefts, murders all day long... Why is there no one to protect us?

Why?

We need an answer! A promise! A statement!

If they can't give...

Then make them pay the price!

The angry crowd poured into the inner city of Clovis, and the mixed shouts and roars sounded like earth-shaking thunder.

With the influx of people, one house after another was set on fire, and one shop after another was set on fire; the closed door was forcibly smashed from the outside, and the trembling people hiding behind were forcibly dragged out of the door, begging for mercy He was tortured and died in the screams, and his property was looted.

In the chaos, in addition to the gangsters and the rioters in the outer city, the more perpetrators and the looting of the streets were the scattered guards and the mercenaries of the security company.

In order to prove its strength to the royal family and the Privy Council, the Guardsmen, who had dispersed their troops throughout the city of Clovis, finally suffered the consequences of doing so: although at 4:30 in the morning, the news of the fall of the first barricade had already arrived In the hands of the commander of the Guards, but until dawn, the entire Guards was still a mess of sand.

This is not because of the limited capabilities of the Guards, but because of the fact that the troops are too scattered - large and small, only the first-level troops are scattered in all the key streets, not to mention that they should immediately establish a defense line, that is, let the whole city Gathering all the troops to the designated location is a very huge project.

And when these small-scale defenders faced hundreds of thousands of rioters, it was no surprise that they collapsed; and a considerable number of soldiers "calmly" let themselves after escaping for their lives. He became a member of the rioters and explained the truth of "join if you can't beat it" with actions.

A similar situation also happened to the mercenaries of the security company, and they were even more decisive than the guards-they maintained the security of the community and the streets for a long time, and they were far more aware of the financial situation of each household than the thugs and gangs. .

In the streets burned by fire, the routed soldiers smashed open door after door with their gun butts in shrill screams, aiming their guns at the rich people they usually look up to, leaving one after another. Ruins full of corpses.

With the complete collapse of the order, countless tragedies were staged one after another. The fire and the billowing smoke also followed the crowds in the city, covering and extending the inner city. The divided flow of people has spread to more surrounding neighborhoods.

The towering clock tower, the one-piece apartment building, the bustling and bustling shops... all turned into ashes.

This situation continued until the thugs approached the square of Baihu Park—more than 2,000 retreating soldiers from all directions established a fairly stable defensive position under the command of a colonel officer of the Guards, and successfully moved A few light artillery pieces arrived.

The rioters, who had been unimpeded all the way, were finally resisted, and angry shouts and platoons of gunfire filled the crowded streets; the rioters faced the continuous gunfire and artillery fire, instigating the old gods mixed in the crowd. Down, rushed towards the temporary fortifications desperately.

Dark red blood plasma flowed recklessly amid the screams and screams, and within a few minutes, the ground around the square was covered with corpses; the hot and slightly reddish solid bullets rushed out of the gun barrels and rushed towards the rioters. of flesh and blood.

With every gunshot, rows and rows of figures fell; every explosion, countless stumps and minced flesh blasted the dark red blood mist in the crowd.

Although the number of rioters is still dozens of times that of the defenders, the thin flesh and blood is only a rapidly increasing number of casualties in front of the army that still maintains a complete organization; and among the fanatic rioters, there are also many people. In the face of terrifying casualties, he quickly calmed down and chose to slip away quietly.

However, the only place with a solid defense is the White Lake Park Square. More garrison points are still the Guards, which are severely lacking in strength and firepower. Like a reef in the waves, it could be shattered at any time.

The rioters without organization, let alone discipline, can only use their flesh and blood and simple weapons against the rifles, grenades and artillery in the hands of the Guards; what really poses a death threat to the Guards is the crowd mixed in among the casters.

Amid the billowing smoke, the burning flames have formed an irregularly shaped circle in Clovis, and a quarter of the inner city is filled with collapsed houses and ash-strewn streets; the remaining quarter Three were wrapped in it, and they were slammed repeatedly in the blood and fire fight, the roar of rifles and artillery.

Outside this purgatory, the streets that were crushed by giant dragons seemed to be dead silent. The people who escaped from the dead carefully pushed open the door, and the sight in front of them immediately turned their faces into ashes.

Within the "Ring of Fire", the guards, who were trying their best to maintain several important transportation hubs and streets, could not really stop the frenzied rioters; The crowd has bypassed these lines of defense from the streets, large and small, and approached their real goal.

"Osteria Palace?!"

"Yes, according to the latest information we just got, at 8:33, that is, five minutes ago, at least 5,000 people had already appeared outside the Osteria Palace!"

In the prayer hall, little clerk Alan Dawn stepped on three ammunition boxes and stood in front of the map hanging on the wall, stammering and answering a stunned question from a Stormtrooper officer.

The secretary, who was always smiling and calm, not only stuttered, but also had a look of extreme fear on his face, so that his legs on the ammunition box kept shaking, asking Lisa to stand behind the map. So ready to catch him at any time.

"From the information sent by the guards, the thugs have completely captured the blockade of the outer city, occupied the outermost twelve blocks and main roads of the inner city, and there are still people pouring in. Come!"

"Rough, rough estimate, definitely more than 100,000 people!"

The voice fell, and the whole hall was filled with the sound of gasping for air.

"For, in order to deal with this extreme situation - there are long things that can be borrowed from me... ah, thank you - practically and as much as possible to maintain law and order in Clovis City..."

The shivering little secretary took the bayonet from Lisa and gestured to everyone in the hall on the map:

"The commander of the Guards has successively withdrawn the main force to the Osteria Palace, first of all to ensure that His Majesty Carlos II, and... uh... happen to stay in the palace, the lives of the distinguished members of the Privy Council will not be safe. being threatened."

"Among them, the ones that have the greatest impact on us are undoubtedly the 2,000 guards stationed in the White Lake Park Square. They blocked most of the attacks in this direction; once they retreat, I am afraid we will face the thugs instead. already."

"Can't we find a way to make them stay? We can provide them with ammunition, or garrison with them!" The deputy commander of a skirmish company couldn't help asking.

The little secretary's face showed a bit of embarrassment.

"Actually..." He wiped the cold sweat from his face and returned the bayonet to Lisa by the way:

"The person who told us this information was the colonel stationed at the White Lake Park Square; and the reason they told us such important information was because they were ready to retreat."

"When will they retreat, will there be time to stop them?"

"They're going to... er..." The little secretary looked down at his pocket watch:

"At 8:05, that is, 30 minutes ago to retreat - so it's definitely too late."

The voice fell, and everyone fell into silence.

Just when the hall was dead silent, An Sen slowly stood up, walked to the map and hugged the little secretary, who was so scared that he could barely stand, and looked at everyone calmly:

"Now, in the name of the commander of the Storm Corps, I give you the final order!"

"The entire regiment has eight companies, the 1st and 2nd Private Company and the Skirmish Company, and four companies cooperate with the Artillery Company to be stationed on Red Brick Street; the Grenadier Company and the Third and Fourth Private Companies serve as reserves, preparing to fall on Red Brick Street. As a replacement, cover the rest of the people to withdraw into the cathedral!"

"Our mission is to hold the Cathedral for at least sixteen hours from now on. Before 0:00 on March 2, the Cathedral of Clovis must not fall, understand?!"

"clear--!!!!"

He was answered by a uniform cry.

The Storm Regiment is an army of extreme youth from top to bottom, which is both a disadvantage and an advantage; these young officers who have just stepped out of the military academy, like all graduates, treat their first jobs with all the enthusiasm .

With a salary comparable to that of the Guards, excellent benefits and still lack of understanding of war, they did not hesitate to execute every order of Ansen Bach.

At the end of the meeting, the officers left the venue one after another. In the spacious hall, only Anson, who was still standing in front of the map, and three judges of the Truth Seeking Order disguised as officers were left.

"You really plan to do this?"

Cole Dorian, who could never bear it, glanced at Serra and Lawrence, who were still silent, and looked at Anson with suspicion:

"Or if I put it another way, do you really think the Black Mage will do what you think?"

"Yes, he will definitely." An Sen's face showed a confident smile:

"This is the only time he can take the "Great Magic Book" from Clovis Cathedral without really disturbing the Church of Order."

"Even if I'm not mistaken, he should have tried countless times over the past few years - either infiltrating the church to steal, or bribing the help of some 'accessible' dignitaries, or simply giving up on Clovis. City, and turn the target to other places."

"But in the end, all these attempts failed, so an exaggerated plan was brewed in the heart of the black mage..."

"Caused a riot large enough in Clovis City, so large that everyone could ignore a spellcaster, walk into the cathedral, and take the "Great Magic Book" in front of everyone."

Cole Dorian was stunned for a while, and suddenly thought of a question: "But the Church of Order will never let the old gods in Clovis City go. Wouldn't he have no place here?"

When the words fell, he felt that the female judge beside him was looking at him with the eyes she always looked at a fool.

"That's right, you're right." An Sen nodded, resisting the urge to laugh and explained to him with a serious face:

"But once the "Great Magic Book" is available, he has no reason to stay in Clovis City, does it?"

The second-class judge suddenly realized.

"Then when do you think he will appear?"

Lawrence Bernat with a hoarse voice asked ~www.readwn.com~ It's hard to say, but there are two possibilities. Anson shrugged:

"One is when we're at war with the rioters, and the other is when we're all exhausted after it's over."

"Then when do you want him to appear?" Cole Dorian couldn't help but wonder.

An Sen raised his gaze, hesitated for a few seconds, and then answered seriously:

"I hope he doesn't show up."

Cole Dorian: "..."

On the other hand, Captain Lawrence looked at Anson calmly and couldn't help nodding slightly - his thoughts were the same as Anson's.

"In the whole operation, the biggest uncertainty is not how many rioters there will be, but the true strength of the Black Mage - in order to ensure that he can take away the "Great Magic Book", he will never show the slightest sympathy or hesitation; once He's really become a Blasphemer Mage, and we're all dead."

An Sen took a deep breath, his serious expression still carried the same confidence he always had: "Of course, don't worry about it even then, because..."

"Because of your plan, it's perfect."

Ignoring Anson who was blocked for a while, the expressionless Sierra Virgil said lightly.

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