I Will Be The Crowned King

Holding a lunch box that was bigger than her head, the little girl who didn't care to wipe her tears directly poured the thick soup into her mouth; the hot soup "gudugudu" flowed down her delicate neck into her body.

"boom!"

After drinking most of the hot soup in one go, the little girl smashed the lunch box heavily on the long table, and while wiping her mouth, she grabbed the steaming dry bread, broke it three times, and dipped it in the water. In the thick soup of vegetables and cured meat, the little hand grabbed the cured meat and bread and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulged high, and he chewed and swallowed.

Looking at the devoured little girl, Anson and Carl, who were sitting across from her, looked at each other silently, looking at each other.

It took 30 minutes before and after, and after asking several people for questions, the two finally figured out the identities of these "elite recruits".

It was roughly the same as Anson’s initial guess—they were both natives of Fort Thunder, and their villages were destroyed by robbers, robbers, and the Imperial Army; they had nowhere to hide due to lack of food and traffic cut off by the war. They could only flee in the direction where the flag of the kingdom was still hanging.

As for this little girl named Lisa August, they ran into each other halfway; under the temptation of food, several villagers hesitantly admitted that they tried to rob the little girl's food, and they were beaten up by the other side. A painful experience.

The little girl said what happened next: Lisa, who was able to fight with food, became the "leader" of this group of people. The group ran into Lieutenant Colonel Roman who was passing by on the way to escape, and then came to their place...

As for this little girl named Lisa August...she has problems all over her body!

Who are the parents? She doesn't even know what a parent is;

Where did you live before? I only know that it seems to be a village in a certain mountain;

Why do you use firearms... After getting the answer of "you can see it at a glance", Anson felt that he was a bit stupid to ask this question;

I don't know anything, I don't remember anything, but I keep in mind that my name is Lisa August...

Such a little girl who suddenly appeared, with amazing explosive power and reaction speed, can use firearms, not to mention Anson, even Carl can sense that there is definitely a problem.

For such a group of people, Roman, is he dealing with errands or has ulterior motives?

Thinking of the warning the other party had given him before, Anson became more and more suspicious of Brigadier General Ludwig's cronies.

"I said, Captain, what are you going to do?"

Glancing at the little girl who was still swallowing, Karl hesitantly said, "You don't really want to keep this group of people, do you?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Why do you keep them - to be cannon fodder or to fill craters?!" Carl's eyes widened:

"If this battle can be fought for two or three months, maybe you can train while fighting; now you will be shot if you can't win Fort Thunder within a month, and leave them to see you off?!"

"Try it, how will you know if you don't try." Anson shrugged, holding up his wine glass:

"Aren't you a militia company commander before? Use your professional expertise."

If this is a novel or a game, then Carl Bain's head should have a sign like "Military training speed and experience bonus".

It's a pity that he really passed through... An Sen felt very regretful in his heart.

"Snapped!"

The expressionless Carl slapped his face and pointed at Lisa, who was still devouring with his trembling right hand:

"What about her?"

"Well, what happened to her?"

"It doesn't matter if you let a bunch of scum like us accompany you to death, and you want a child to fight for you—and it's a little girl!"

"How many little girls have you seen with such strength?"

Anson said, pointing to the footprints on his face that hadn't disappeared: "How many 'little girls' can knock out cigarette butts at a distance of twelve meters?"

Looking at the captain in front of him who couldn't say anything, Carl, who rolled his eyes, slammed down the table, got up and left with half a cigarette in his mouth.

This guy is obviously a smart person, why didn't he find out that there was something wrong with this group of people?

Um... Wait, I'm not his adjutant, why should I worry about him? !

The more he thought about it, the tighter his chest became, and Carl bit off the cigarette and chewed a mouthful of inferior tobacco in annoyance.

...Looking at Carl who had already walked away, Anson who withdrew his gaze, smiled and looked at Lisa who drank a bowl full of thick soup, but was still staring at her lunch box:

"I have a question."

"Mmmmm!"

Lisa, who nodded desperately, stared intently at Anson's lunch box.

"You said you were brought here by the man who wore a cloak and rode on a horse?" An Sen, who was persuasive, slowly pushed a bowl full of thick soup towards the little girl:

"Can you tell me... what happened at that time?"

"He said he would give us food as long as we could use guns." Lisa, who was staring at Anson, recalled intermittently, her mouth full of soup stains swallowing saliva.

"I told him I would, but he didn't believe it."

Anson nodded, and he certainly wouldn't believe it if he changed his mind:

"and then?"

"He called my people over to try one by one; I took the gun from a man's hand; he drew the gun and tried to hit me, but I knocked it out..."

…………

"You are hurt?"

Inside the tent, Ludwig, who was sitting in front of the sand table, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Roman's right hand in astonishment. The thick bandage had obvious bloodstains oozing from it.

"It was just an accident."

The unsmiling Roman stepped forward and avoided the topic: "According to your order, the supplies and recruits have already arrived at the First Corps."

"How, is Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach still satisfied with my 'gift'?"

"I didn't see him in person. The things and accounts were handed over to his adjutant. Here is the full list and roster of soldiers."

"Well, put it on the table, I'll read it if I have time."

Ludwig nodded and returned his attention to the sand table: "Go and urge the logistics department to transport the next batch of artillery shells from the warehouse to the siege position as soon as possible; we have too few artillery pieces and need a lot of shells to maintain firepower in one direction. Suppression is the only way to cover the siege of the soldiers after the trenches are completed."

"In addition, a private regiment was dispatched from the position to the warehouse, and a few small outposts were established around. Although we are fighting on the inside, I am still a little worried. Once the elite cavalry of the empire forcibly break through the siege position, our supply line will..."

"General!"

Looking at Ludwig's increasingly excited expression, Roman, who couldn't hold back his impulse, finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Um?"

Slowly raising his eyes, he looked at Roman, who had an obvious abnormal expression, and Ludwig said lightly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, everything is normal."

The always vicious Roman's voice trembled a little: "It's just... I just don't think you should trust Anson Bach so much."

"of course."

Ludwig nodded as a matter of course.

Um?

Looking at the brigadier general's expression, Roman, who was startled, almost didn't react.

"He's a small noble officer. Fortunately, he inherited the power of blood to enter the Royal Military Academy - no background, no background, and no one cares." Ludwig shook his head:

"Half of him is being forced to do things for me now, and the other half is because he can't run away himself, and he hopes to rely on the power of the Church to go further; it's just a relationship of mutual use, so I don't trust him too much. But... "

Ludwig changed the conversation and looked at Roman: "Now who else can I trust besides him?"

Roman, who was shocked, lowered his head.

"The **** in the army who want to see my jokes, the officers sent to me are all scumbags! Except for you, I am a brigadier general, the commander of the levy army, and I don't even have a staff member who can discuss plans!"

"They almost pointed at my nose and told me: Your Excellency, the heir of the archbishop, get out of the royal army quickly, you are not the material!"

"So I'm going to take a gamble on this Anson Bach - although he's just a cadet who hasn't graduated from the Army Academy, the plan is still complete, there is a possibility of implementation, it's not reckless and it's very stable."

After a pause, Ludwig suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Also, he also put all his capital on this siege battle, and if he fails, he will be doomed - as a soldier, I can't be less courageous than a subordinate. "

In the tent with a dull atmosphere, Roman, who bowed his head, remained motionless.

Ludwig, who noticed something strange, narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

"You're not the type to be jealous of others, and there's no need for that." Ludwig's tone became colder:

"Did you find something?"

"It's nothing, everything is normal."

Roman, who lowered his head, raised his eyes with a trembling body: "I just want to remind the general to be careful; this Battle of Thunder Castle... may be far more complicated than it seems."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just some unverifiable guesses, and there is no reliable evidence." Roman's face showed a rare trace of tension:

"My subordinates will verify some of the contents as soon as possible and report to you, General."

After speaking, he quickly lowered his eyes.

Ludwig, who was silent, stared at him for a long time before slowly nodding:

"Okay, I'll wait for your report."

"In addition, send a private regiment to the rear as soon as possible; pick a less scumbag from the scumbags, and tell him that if there is a problem with the supply line, the idiot who was shot before is his role model."

"Yes!"

The preoccupied Roman, after salute Ludwig, immediately turned around and walked outside the tent.

Right now...

"Boom!"

A deafening noise came from outside the tent.

Ludwig and Roman didn't even have time to be surprised, and instinctively rushed out of the camp and looked in the direction of Thunder Fort.

On the wall of the fortress, golden-red flames and billowing gunpowder smoke were continuously spewing in the direction of the siege position, and the whistling sound of tearing the air could be heard clearly from far away.

Sensing that the siege position was advancing, the imperial defenders began to fight back.

…………

"Boom!"

With an extremely harsh scream, the cannonball crashed to the ground.

The unconsolidated earth wall collapsed in an instant, and the fragmented sand and gravel splashed out into the trench, and there were bursts of miserable shouts.

Agitated, Anson grabbed Lisa, who hadn't reacted yet, and rushed directly to the nearest shelter.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, a solid bullet dragged an "elegant" arc trajectory and fell into the center of the officer's cafeteria.

Looking at the smashed restaurant, the two people who were leaning against the earth wall shivered at the same time.

"This, what is this?"

Lisa, who was pale, swallowed the bacon in her throat tremblingly, not forgetting to hold a piece of dry bread tightly in her hand.

"Cannon." An Sen pursed his lips: "If you get hit, you will be broken!"

Looking at Anson, Lisa's eyes widened, with an expression like she was going to be frightened.

"It's still a solid bullet...if it's a shrapnel, it's thousands of buckshots that rain you down to a rotten sieve; if it's a demolition round, you're lucky and you're dead on the spot; if you're unlucky...you might get a fire. "

Bowing his head, An Sen looked at the little girl whose face was getting paler: "Are you afraid? It's too late to walk now!"

The dazed Lisa looked at Anson, then looked at the bread in her hand, and then starved and stuffed the rest into her mouth:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid if you have something to eat!"

Looking at Lisa who was desperately trying to swallow the bread into her stomach, Anson suddenly couldn't help swallowing.

He hasn't eaten anything yet, and he's most likely to be hungry when he sees other people eating.

"The enemy's fire is coming, go into the trench to hide from the artillery!"

Carl Bain's heart-wrenching cry rang out in the distance, and he ran along the trenches, crawling towards this side. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Pfft!"

Carl, who stopped abruptly, leaned under the trench on Anson's side and handed him the rifle while breathing heavily:

"Be prepared, don't wait for the guns to stop before reloading - the imperial artillery is very powerful, and they can make their infantry attack the last round of bombing points. This lesson has been learned more than once."

The continuous roars rang in their ears, and the three people who were curled up in the trenches watched as the upper earth wall was completely flattened—different from the meaningless revenge last time, this time the empire was a targeted artillery bombardment.

Ten minutes later, the sound of the cannons faded away, and the three trembling men couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"All in place—enter the line of defense!"

Karl, who got up quickly, raised his rifle and shouted loudly: "As a ranked unit, prepare for—"

His voice came to an abrupt end.

The stunned An Sen didn't have time to look up at his adjutant when the ground beneath him suddenly shook slightly.

In the area ravaged by artillery, the gravel all over the place began to tremble.

Realizing the accident, Anson stood up abruptly and followed the stunned Carl's line of sight to look in the direction of Thunder Fort.

Under the strong fortress, the gate is open.

The neatly queued imperial soldiers wore shiny breastplates, rode high-headed horses with sabers in hand, and hung carbines of various shapes on their fine saddles.

Under the roaring banner, these imperial soldiers were like legends of the previous era, forming a horizontal team in front of the city gate, and charged towards the siege position without any warning.

"Everyone has it—prepare for defense!"

Holding down Carl, who has not recovered from his mind, Anson roared in the direction of the defense line:

"The cavalry is coming!"