I Will Be The Crowned King

After deciding to move forward, the rest of the plan is logical - since there is no need to turn back, the road ahead has been surveyed by guides and scouts, and there is no need to consider the reduction of daily supplies.

According to Carl Bain's calculations, the entire army will be able to leave the mountains in at most two days and enter the plain area, which is the territory of the Golden Stone City of the Grand Duchy of Thun.

Everything is so beautiful.

The only thing to consider is what to do if you encounter the army of the Grand Duchy of Thun.

Although in the inherent impression of the Clovis people, the army of the Southern Seven Cities Alliance has never had anything to do with the word "capable of fighting", and has served as a supporting role and a joke in all wars; "It is said to be more capable of fighting" the Grand Duke's personal guard.

The total strength of An Sen's side is only just over 2,000. Considering the fact that the soldiers have just crossed the snow-capped mountains, the soldiers are all scruffy, and they look like they have just recovered from a serious illness from head to toe. force.

In this case, Anson can only hope that he will never collide with the main force of the enemy, and even if he has to fight, he will try his best to avoid causing disputes; and Clovis has just declared war on the Iser elves. The reaction speed of the Seven Cities Alliance should not be ready for battle so quickly.

It's really not possible, I will take the army to loot in the Grand Duchy of Thun, go all the way to grab all the way, and force the army to rush to Eaglehorn City and Ludwig to join; The economy has caused riots, and it can be considered to have completed the task that the Army has entrusted to itself.

On the other side, the soldiers who had just escaped the disaster and almost turned back the way they did, began to pack up their baggage and camp under the urging of the officer as usual, and continued to march between the winding and rugged foothills.

As they continued to advance, the tired soldiers gradually began to find that the snow and ice on both sides of the road continued to melt, and the blizzard that roared all day was gradually shortening and becoming rare.

Some green traces gradually appeared on the rocks below and on the cliffs beside them, and there were even more and more sunny days. When walking on the mountain road, many people began to have traces of sweat on their foreheads.

These very obvious changes made the soldiers cheer, and even the slowest responders understood that they were already heading down the mountain, and the fertile and fertile Hantu Plain was just around the corner!

Only Carl Bain in the entire army has no good face:

It is of course a good thing for the army to leave the snowy mountain area, but it also means that he must send a special team to find clean water sources, and at the same time lose the cover of the wind and snow, the probability of more than 2,000 people being discovered will also be greatly increased. It took him a lot of time to send scouts to explore the terrain, and he was very busy.

In addition, implement the marching route, formulate the deployment and tasks of each company in the event of a confrontation, determine the location of the camp, and arrange the night sentry... Except for the logistics, which can be thrown to the small secretary, the rest will be handled by a captain. .

Although he was an adjutant on the salary of the chief of staff, the actual work was almost the sum of the two positions, and even part of Anson's own work was thrown to him.

After being mistakenly called "Chief of Staff" by the messenger for the unknown number of times, Carl Bain now feels more and more that he may have been deceived.

As for a deputy commander who threw his work to him, in addition to doing his due diligence during the march every day and leading the team on foot by example, he spent most of his time huddled in his tent and immersed in writing and writing.

At first Karl thought that this guy was because of the current situation, and racked his brains to explain how to explain it to Ludwig; in the end, the real situation made him almost out of breath - this guy still has the time to write a diary? !

"April 12, this is an important day, maybe I changed the fate of 2,000 people inadvertently, although it is not clear whether this is good or bad..."

"On April 13th, from the cliff, you can already see the endless plains in the distance, the dotted villages and towns and the fields like a chessboard; the soldiers are full of vigour and vow to leave their traces on this exotic territory... …”

"On April 14th, the Hantu Plain is already in sight, and I seem to see that some great mission is waving to me..."

With a long sigh, An Sen, who was exhausted, closed the diary in his hand and kneaded his temple with his left hand.

Obviously, an adjutant who has been complaining all day has no idea how important these "diaries" are to An Sen and more than two thousand people.

As a commander of the levy, in addition to fulfilling the orders issued by the army and his superiors, and ensuring the morale and combat effectiveness of the entire army, Anson also has a job that the regular army will never consider.

That's making sure the army doesn't lose money, and occasionally meeting certain additional demands from investors and sponsors.

For the general conscription army, these are nothing more than the profit share of the spoils, insist on ordering military supplies from the investors' factories and shops; let the soldiers use high-quality weapons, eat food that is about to expire, wear moldy military uniforms, Committed to solving the problem of warehouse backlog for customers.

Occasionally they have to turn into "armed caravans" with goods to sell their own "local products" to the defeated soldiers and ordinary people in the invading areas; the two levies competed to sell goods to the enemy and finally fought, in Crow. The Uyghur Army does not even count "special cases".

Especially for some militaries with multiple or even more than two-digit investors, this problem is even more obvious. In order to meet the needs and profits of investors, they often do things that are completely different from the army's orders, and finally rely on reselling arms and taking short-term wages. make up for losses.

As a cannon fodder army commander with only one investor, Anson certainly doesn't have to worry about the worst; but in addition to ensuring the army's profitability, he also has to meet certain "special needs" of Sophia Franz.

"...I remember that your secretary said before, you have the habit of writing a diary, right? Then from the moment you arrive at Dawn Bingfeng, whenever you have the opportunity, send your diary back; the more substantial and detailed the content, the better. "

"Be forewarned, I have also placed someone in Brother Ludwig's army. If you let me know that someone deliberately 'lost contact' or wrote a bunch of things to fool me, I will withdraw the funds!"

"But if the content is exciting enough - I mean in detail, things like additional investment and helping you win other sponsors, it's not impossible to consider..."

All in all, in order to avoid the tragic end of the army's bankruptcy, Anson decided to become a travel novelist.

"I don't know if you can become a novelist, but your ability to lie seriously is getting better."

Walking on the increasingly muddy mountain road, the sweaty Carl Bain turned his head as he spoke, looking at the dust-covered soldiers behind him who were so tired that they could not wait to stick their tongues out, with haggard faces, the diary in his hand just turned to "" ...the soldiers were arrogant..." That page.

"It's called artistic processing."

Ansen snatched the diary out of Carl's hand in a rage, and glared at him: "Do you think anyone would like to read battle reports that look like running accounts? Who would read them without any decoration?"

"No, I think as long as it's written by you, she should like it."

Carl, who raised the corners of his mouth, deliberately said in a very playful tone.

Anson walked ahead without looking back, pretending not to understand what he was saying.

This little episode was soon announced after a few scouts came back, and the adjutant and chief of staff, who was too busy to touch the ground, didn't have much time to wonder about the vice-commander's own gossip-although he really very curious.

"The news sent by the second skirmish company of the Storm Regiment is that there is an open **** in front of it that can be temporarily stationed, and there is a stream that can provide drinking water not far away."

While wiping his sweat, Carl walked to Anson's side, and said in a hoarse voice: "It is said that it was originally a transit station and camp for smugglers. After being discovered and cleared by Thun's army last year, there is only a **** left. "

"Isn't there still a local army patrolling through here?" Anson handed him the water bottle on his body:

"On the contrary, it is precisely because it has been cleared that there will be no patrolling troops."

Karl, who took the water bottle, took a few sips and licked his chapped lips: "I specifically asked the guide, although the Grand Duchy of Thun has been cracking down on smuggling, but that is only superficial, or it is only the Grand Duke himself. will do it."

"why?"

"Because of interests." Carl showed his usual veteran smile:

"The reason why the Southern Seven Cities Alliance is an alliance is not only to defend against the threat from the north of Dawn Bingfeng, but also to reach an agreement on trade profits."

"Coffee, olives, wine, truffles, silk and all sorts of good things are produced here, but almost every country is the same; for the sake of the alliance, it is necessary to share the interests of tariffs and prices."

"The Grand Duchy of Thun holds the trade route connecting the north, and naturally has more advantages, so it belongs to the party that wants to make profits in the alliance; the merchants of the country also pay high taxes for exporting goods, and they also share the profits to other countries. ."

"So other than the Grand Duke himself who can receive the tax, other businessmen and lords in the duchy actually encourage and acquiesce in smuggling?" An Sen roughly understood what he meant:

"Only when the scale is too large to hide will there be a wave of suppression, and everything will be as usual after the suppression?"

"You can say the same." Carl nodded:

"So when we really can't hide, we can also ask the guide to help us communicate with the locals, and let them believe that we are just a group of businessmen who are unwilling to pay high tolls."

"I've sent a few scouts and guides to the nearby manors and villages. When we set up our camp, they should almost be able to return."

As for his adjutant's good idea, An Sen didn't have any expectations at all - after all, he had to explain how the guide who was forcibly detained by him could convince the villagers in the countryside of the Grand Duchy of Thun that more than 2,000 people were fully armed and armed with live ammunition. People, just a group of harmless businessmen?

But in any case, it is always a good thing to be able to find a well-groomed camp, especially after the blizzard and the steep and rugged foothills, a flat and open camp that can provide clean water. In the eyes of all the soldiers up and down, it was no less than a high-end hotel in the inner city of the capital.

There is no need for extra orders at all. After receiving the order to repair the camp in place, the soldiers who did not even have the strength to cheer immediately threw away their equipment, unloaded the materials on the foaming workhorse, and began to build weakly. campsite.

Sitting exhausted on the cold sand, Anson took out the diary from his arms and started the most important work of the day:

"...On April 15th, we finally left the precipitous Dawn Mountains, and everyone's face showed their deep disgust for that miracle of nature -- this cross-out -- deep nostalgia, grabbed a handful Ice and snow as a memorial."

"Everyone is extremely tired, but no amount of tiredness can hide the excitement in their eyes; because they know that a great mission is about to fall on their shoulders, not for wealth, not for fame, but for victory, for belonging The glory of the Clovis Kingdom..."

An Sen continued to write, and Lisa, who sat down panting behind her, accidentally knocked over the flagpole, and the Unicorn King flag, which was about to be crumpled into a rag, fell into the mud pit.

"No one is complaining, no one is complaining, everyone is working together, for Clovis's glory, for this legendary expedition, to dedicate their last strength..."

Pfft!

Several exhausted soldiers collapsed to the ground, and the officers refused to move even though they were beaten and scolded. In the end, even the officers sat down out of breath, ripped off their shirts without grace, and dropped their guns on the ground. Didn't even notice.

"Just as I was writing this paragraph, our elite scouts were rushing back, ready to report the news ahead to us; the simple and hospitable Hantu people are all excited about our arrival..."

Looking at the scouts who were waving signal flags not far away and shouting something towards the campsite while running wildly, Anson's tired face showed a hint of consternation.

Is it really like what Carl said, the villagers around here regard them as smuggling caravans?

He turned his head, and the camp, which had not heard any movement, was still busy in an orderly manner; the exhausted soldiers supported themselves with shovels and tools to stand up, and the officers scolded and cheered as they shuttled through the chaotic camp, trying to maintain order; While busy unloading the cargo, the chaotic baggage soldiers set up camps with others.

Looking at everything in front of him, An Sen's gaze involuntarily glanced at the diary in his hand.

Yes, even if they are not like the "diary" they wrote to Sophia, they can still hold their heads high in the face of difficulties and obstacles, and they can still smile in the face of more difficulties, no matter when and where they are full of morale. ...but they made it through.

They were exhausted and scruffy, everyone's face was tired, their eyes were blank and sluggish, and they wanted to lie on the ground and never get up again... But they survived.

These armies of homeless and tenant farmers living in the outer city and the countryside~www.readwn.com~ climbed over the dangerous peaks that even the regular army dared not face in only ten days, and crossed the impregnable barrier of the Seven Cities Alliance... …

Isn't this wonderful enough, not legendary enough?

"soldiers!"

Thinking of this, Anson suddenly got up, stood on a pile of glove boxes and shouted to everyone:

"I know that you have been hollowed out by exhaustion; I know that you have been bruised and bruised by hunger, thirst, cold and sweat; we—with our bruised and exhausted bodies, rely on the Seven Cities Alliance to protect them The barrier, stepped on it!"

"Now please hold on a little longer, and hold on to the last part of the journey - because in front of us is the Seven Cities Alliance, which is the rich land of gold and silver, milk and honey, and rich land! Her simple and hospitable people are enthusiastic Ready for our arrival..."

"Boom-!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, a deafening loud noise was already echoing in the forest.

The simple and hospitable Thun people warmly welcomed the arrival of the Clovis with a six-pound bullet.