I Will Be The Crowned King

Wrapping himself in a thick windbreaker, Carl Bain wiped his nose with his feet stuck in the mud pit, and oversaw the artillery base under construction with two dark circles under his eyes. Squeeze exhaustion.

Looking at the recruits wielding wooden shovels and shovels in the icy cold wind, Karl had no idea where the courage of these idiots who had never fought in the war came from—they were building artillery forts 400 meters away from the fortress. This is the distance a light artillery can hit without observation!

As for those veterans... Well, they have long been looking down on life and death, and it is more important to this group of people than to survive or to fill their stomachs.

Looking at a group of unkempt figures, little girls wielding wooden shovels taller than themselves; innocent smiles and big pure and clear eyes made a group of young and vigorous soldiers work hard, not daring to be lazy at all.

But Karl has seen with his own eyes how terrifying this "petite and thin" little girl is—the existence that can "headshot" with a cannon can't be described as "cute" in any way.

Recruits who don't know what war is at all, veterans who are completely numb, little girls like monsters, captains who are too optimistic, and this weird and **** war...

Carl sighed wearily.

Although in the past, whether it was being a militia company commander without oil and water, or managing the army for the officers who only thought about deducting military pay and making money, or at least making them look like an army... Carl Bain will always play the role of hard-working , risking his life to earn a meager salary and extra money.

But this time... As an army captain who considers himself to be quite competent, he feels that he really can't go on.

Carrying a wooden shovel, Lisa, dressed in a wide and large lieutenant's uniform—Anson's previous uniform—passed through the crowd flamboyantly, showing two tiger teeth under her grin.

Just as she was about to leave, Karl reached out and stopped her.

"Hand over it." Carl's voice was hoarse.

"Um?"

Staring at her clear eyes, Lisa's little head was slightly tilted to one side, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"I saw it all... Did you hand it over yourself, or did I help you?" Carl warned for the second time.

Lisa blinked, her dirty little face looked so innocent.

The expressionless Carl just stared at her like that, with his outstretched right hand motionless.

The two stood at a stalemate for a minute. Lisa, whose face changed suddenly, took out a whole bag of cans from nowhere, smashed it into Carl's arms, and ran to the side angrily.

"How did you find out?"

Anson, who walked to Carl's side, looked at him in surprise.

"I didn't find it."

Carl, who had dark circles under his eyes, sounded a little smug, and put the bag full of cans aside: "It's just a matter of experience - the more the guy pretends nothing happened, the more problematic it is."

Anson's expression froze.

"It's not the first time she steals food, I just try to scare her." Carl raised his head with a chuckle, only to find Anson's face looking like a ghost: "What's the matter?"

"...No, nothing!"

Full of worries, Anson forced a smile, pretending that nothing happened.

It's so dangerous, I almost thought that the Old God's Sect had been discovered...

Carl Bain, who didn't notice his expression, turned his eyes to the busy construction site: "The basic project is almost over now, and it can be finished today at the latest; the rest is the retaining wall and the peripheral fortifications."

"Even if the artillery is towed now, it can be used as a temporary artillery base, but it is not strong enough; it is better to wait until the parapet is built..."

Listening to Carl's introduction, Anson couldn't stop nodding. The experienced army captain was really getting used to the role of his adjutant.

According to the original plan, the three artillery forts were enough to keep the firepower suppressed in front of the Thunder Fort - the enemy's heavy artillery could not threaten the positions in the blind area of ​​the shooting range, and the role of the artillery fort was only to smash the city gate and suppress the Empire's light artillery and cavalry.

An isolated fortress, no matter how many supplies and troops it has, it is only a matter of time before it is captured.

But now... whether the fortress can be captured or not has become the least important of all the troubles.

When to attack is the key.

If the information of the black mage is true, then the old gods and the imperial army in the fortress may have colluded; they are now waiting for the impatient fortress to attack the fortress before they can find a way to blame the "use of evil magic" on Ke Lowe Kingdom.

Therefore, the most sensible choice at the moment is to wait patiently, and at the same time, try every means to find out the situation in the city, and at the same time, quickly report the situation to the Church of Order in the kingdom, so as not to be framed by the empire later.

But this is absolutely impossible... Anson gave a bitter smile.

Ludwig, who is eager to prove himself, will never wait any longer, even if he knows that taking the fortress will take huge risks; and Anson himself will not be stupid enough to expose his relationship with the old gods for an unprovable information. .

Trust is a topic that can never be avoided.

"...Let's not talk about our side for now."

Carl, who was beside him, suddenly turned his head: "Don't you think it's a little strange - the defenders of Thunder Fort have not made any movement since the raid a few days ago."

"That's true... but they don't have many troops, so they probably don't want to waste the only fighting power they have?" Loren guessed to Carl:

"They may plan to stick to it and drag it on. After all, the longer it is, the better it will be for the empire."

It may also be that the defenders in the fortress are busy "assisting" the old gods to complete some ulterior secrets... Although Anson doubts this.

Because even if the followers of the old gods could control the upper ranks of the imperial defenders, it was impossible to completely control the entire army, making thousands of imperial soldiers turn a blind eye to some strange situations around them, and even betray their beliefs and join the old gods.

Being able to get the imperial commanders to acquiesce to some of their actions should be the limit.

"If it's to delay the progress of the siege, shouldn't there be more noise?" Carl shook his head disapprovingly: "If I were the imperial defender in the city, I would never have passively defended the city; At least there should be a way to disrupt the efficiency of trench advancement."

"They have dozens of times more light and heavy artillery than us, and they can fire two cannons here from time to time every day, disrupting our progress and dampening our morale."

"They also have cavalry and knight officers. Even if they don't use it to harass the position, they can find a way to hit our supply line and quickly run out of ammunition and food for the siege position. Either way, it's better than staying in the city and waiting to die, right? "

"It makes sense." Anson nodded, then laughed:

"But such a detailed crow's mouth, UU reading www.uukanshu.com carefully come true."

"That can only prove that what I said is right, the enemy would have done it." Carl snorted coldly, took out a can of meat from the bag, and in front of Lisa August Pry it open and use the bayonet you carry to pick out a piece of cured meat.

Looking at Lisa, who was desperately swallowing saliva and trying to pretend to be invisible, the canned meat that tasted extremely bad suddenly became much more delicious in Carl's mouth, and the psychological shadow left by the other party was greatly relieved.

Anson, who was silent on the side, was completely contrary to Carl's judgment - if the Old Gods really reached a cooperation with the Imperial Army, then they should now find a way to make the conscripts attack the city as soon as possible.

But in any case, it shouldn't be doing nothing like it is now.

An Sen, who gradually fell into confusion, made up a certain determination instead.

Compared with the situation he was facing, he had far too few cards in his hand - the army was "borrowed" by Ludwig, and did not belong to him at all; the conditions for stimulating the power of the bloodline were unknown, and it would not be available until after returning to the capital. Answer: The situation of the ability of crossing the "bonus" is unknown, and the possibility of side effects cannot be ruled out...

He must wait until a moonless night as soon as possible, use rituals to master spell magic, and become a spell caster!

At this moment, there was a lively movement on the originally busy artillery position, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Anson and Carl, who were still in a daze, looked back at the same time, while Lisa, who was on the side, took the opportunity to take back the canned meat in the other's hand, and ate them in two bites.

When Lisa, whose mouth was full of bacon, raised her head, she realized what the two were looking at.

The grenadier regiment that escorted the heavy artillery was approaching the artillery base with great fanfare.