I Will Be The Crowned King

The raging fire turned the gloomy sky in the evening red again; the choking gunpowder smoke mixed with the soldiers' howls, and the sometimes dense and sometimes sparse gunshots permeated the chaotic battlefield in southern Thun.

The five thousand storm divisions marched separately under the cover of 10,000 Thun recruits, and in less than three hours, they successfully passed through the virtual defense line of the Allied Forces of the Principality of Paya.

When the coalition soldiers realized that something was not right, the Storm Division had already completed interspersed and assembled behind them and launched a full-scale offensive.

For a while, the coalition forces that were caught off guard, let alone fighting immediately, even quickly assembling the soldiers scattered throughout the interior, burning, killing, looting and deserting, was an impossible task.

They could only fight one by one on the open vast plains, in the farms, and in the fields, "meeting" the five thousand Storm Division soldiers who were fighting furiously.

Although the number of troops on the book is fully double that of the Storm Division, even if the combat strength is almost not impossible to fight, even if they can't escape, they can always escape.

But the problem is that the headquarters of the entire coalition are not actually unified, and they are not without contradictions - some hope to withdraw to the principality, some hope to stick to the spot, some are reluctant to rob the property during this period, some I just want to block my teammates...

In the end, he couldn't escape, and he couldn't even fight.

Often, the storm division had just finished a round of salvos, and the infantry company on the opposite side lay down by a third before they started to line up, and then the entire line of avalanches collapsed.

Some knights on the shoulders of the commander resisted resolutely and were shot to death in the salvo; some escaped faster than the soldiers - the pale-faced messengers often turned around and found that their knights were already in two 100 meters away.

The victory or defeat of the two sides is often doomed at the moment of the war.

The raid lasted only 30 minutes, and it quickly turned into a pursuit. Facing the defeated enemy army, no matter how cautious Anson was, he had to dismantle the entire storm division into pieces and dismantle them into infantry battalions one by one. Go to the mountains and plains to capture prisoners.

The only cavalry battalion was released immediately, chasing the coalition headquarters that had lost it as soon as the battle started.

The battle was fought without any suspense, and it really surprised the officers of Clovis; although Thun and Issel's army could not be regarded as capable of fighting - the marksmanship was too bad to watch, and hand-to-hand combat often appeared extremely rigid because of the rigid tactics. Stupid...but at least the will to fight is there, and the problem is basically with the officers and training.

But the coalition forces in front of them are really... wearing imperial-style uniforms, they are really no different from serfs with hoes and dung forks, yellow-faced and skinny tramps.

When night fell, the **** battle in the southern border of Thun came to an end without any suspense; the coalition army with a total strength of 10,000 was wiped out, and the remaining defeated soldiers also fled into the mountains and forests in pursuit, and the birds and beasts scattered.

The neighing of crows sounded in the desolate wilderness, and the prisoners who survived were gathered together. What awaited them would be the farms of the nobles of Thun and the dark mines...

Of course, there were also a few lucky ones among them - the Arezzo knight who survived the entire battle unscathed, the first task to wake up was to take Anson Bach's letterhead to the capital of the Principality of Paya.

The news of the annihilation of the entire army was told to Duke Lacar, who was still smug and dreamed of replacing the Francois family.

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The Grand Duchy of Thun, Baita City.

Accompanied by the guards, an old man walked into the castle tremblingly—he was not short, but his hunched back made him look half shorter than the young man behind him; It was bloodshot eyes embedded in a tired and worried face. He even staggered up the stairs and needed the support of someone behind him.

It looks no different from all the old people in their 60s and 70s who have some physical problems.

But those who knew him would be surprised—Duke Lacar, one of the dignified Seven Cities Alliance, is two years younger than Grand Duke Thun, who just celebrated his fifty-fourth birthday!

Walking to the door of the Baita City Hall, the guard behind him knocked on the door and "invited" the old man into the room.

The spacious Baita City Hall is still the familiar appearance of the old man when he came many years ago, only a few details have changed-the luxurious decoration and carpets have all disappeared, replaced by a map of vast land facing the gate.

Sitting in the hall is no longer the once arrogant and dignified Earl Brand and his family, but a polite-looking soldier, and a...

little boy?

"Ah, you must be the famous Duke of Lacar, right?"

Seeing the figure of the old man, the officer sitting on the left side of the main seat of the long table immediately got up, stepped forward with a gentle face and smiled at the old man:

"It's really hard work for you to come from afar."

The old man with cloudy eyes stiffly shook hands with the officer, and glanced at the empty chair on the long table:

"you are……"

"Commander of the 1st Grenadier Regiment of the Storm Division of the Southern Legion, Army Major Fabian."

Fabien, who was holding the old man's hand, bowed first, and then said a little apologetically:

"I'm really sorry. Because of the urgency of time, the deputy commander, Lord Anson Bach, is commanding the army at the front line. I really can't get away!"

"Therefore, I specially assigned a lowly post to be responsible for all negotiating tasks with the Principality of Paya; oh, and the deputy commander's personal secretary, His Excellency Alan Dawn, as a witness." Fabian pointed to the teenager behind him:

"Do you have any objection to this arrangement, Your Excellency?"

"Ah... no, nothing! I... can understand... can... understand..."

Duke Lacar, who barely squeezed out a smile, felt a chill in his heart.

"It's great that you are willing to understand our difficulties!"

The former guard officer smiled again and enthusiastically made a gesture of "please" to the old man: "If that's the case, let's not delay any longer, let's start now!"

"Uh... OK, OK..."

The two of them sat down on both sides of the map, at the bottom left and right of the front seat of the long table; the old man with a hunched back pulled out the chair with difficulty, and it took a lot of effort to finally take his seat.

"Then... the first is the territorial dispute between Paya and Thun."

Almost as soon as the old man took his seat, Fabien smiled and said:

"About this matter, we have done a very thorough communication with the Grand Duke Thun, and... successfully obtained the Grand Duke's understanding of you!"

Um? !

The old man was frightened at first, and then his face brightened:

"Really?!"

"It's absolutely true!" Fabian nodded vigorously with a smile on his face:

"This is what the Grand Duke Claude Francois told us personally. He is willing to make a written promise - as long as the Duchy of Paja returns the territories and population it has seized, the Grand Duke ... will be willing to you, to Lacar. The family is not to blame!"

"Not only that, he also proposed that if you are willing to become an ally of the Clovis Kingdom like him, he is also willing to share all the alliance reciprocity with you fairly - this is what he told us himself!"

"I would, of course I would!"

Duke Lacar said excitedly, at this moment he was more than relieved, he was overjoyed!

The 5,000 elites and allies were wiped out. He was completely desperate at first. He thought that he was lucky to be able to keep a small piece of territory in the hands of Thun and Clovis. He never thought of that Kroger Furlong. Sova, are you willing to let yourself go? !

Is it because Thun's vitality was severely damaged in the battle of Eaglehorn City, and he did not have enough strength to eat his territory in one bite?

Or is it that Clovis has squeezed Thun too much, so he urgently needs an ally who can be drawn to fight Clovis' erosion?

All kinds of beautiful fantasies appeared in Duke Lacar's mind, and the whole person seemed to be ten years younger in an instant.

"That's great!" Fabian's voice brought the old man back to reality again:

"If I heard that the Duke of Lagal from the Principality of Paya was willing to help us, Deputy Commander Anson Bach would not know how happy he would be!"

The former guard officer smiled and looked at the little secretary beside him: "If that's the case, then give that document to Duke Lacar for signature."

"Documents?" The old man was startled.

"It's a wartime pact."

Fabian crossed his fingers and said with a gentle expression: "It is a proof that the Principality of Paja has left the Seven Cities Alliance and joined the Kingdom of Clovis - of course, this is only a temporary document, and the official reciprocal covenant will be available later. "

A serious Alan Dawn, nodded slightly, and handed a parchment scroll and an ink pen to Duke Lacar from the file bag.

The old man with an inexplicable expression took the scroll, raised his hand to open it, and the specially bold and enlarged title first came into his sight.

"Stormist-Lagal Family Equality, Friendship and Reciprocity Wartime Agreement":

"First, in order to express the firm alliance between the two sides, the Principality of Paja will hand over at least fifty nobles to the Storm Division as hostages;"

"Second, the Principality of Paya must open the entire territory to the Storm Division, surrender all fortresses, strongholds, bridges, road hubs, important industrial production areas, accept the garrison and bear all the costs incurred during the war as a gesture of friendship;"

"Thirdly, during the war, the Principality of Paya must transfer one-fifth of its annual income to the Storm Division, as well as all expenses for fifty hostages. The bills and expenses shall be provided by the Storm Division;"

"Fourth, to compensate for the military expenses dispatched by the Clovis army and the damage caused to Thun, the Lacar family must pay 100,000 gold coins or equivalent items as indemnity;"

"Fifth, the Principality of Paya must hand over half of its army as a wartime coalition to join the Storm Division's battle sequence; if there is a shortage of soldiers, it should provide logistical materials and cash as compensation;"

"Sixth, before the end of the war, the Storm Division has the right to request an interest-free loan of no less than 300,000 gold coins from the Principality of Paya, and before the end of the war, it can be repaid by various means of compensation and transfer payments;"

"Seventh..." The old man, who had not finished reading, suddenly turned dark and almost turned his back.

What kind of equality, friendship, and reciprocity is this... This is obviously to squeeze the marrow out of the bones, to drain the Lacar family and the Duchy of Paya until not a single drop is left!

The wealth accumulated over hundreds of years, the foundation and the prestige, will be wiped out the moment you write.

Once you sign this **** thing, let alone rise, I am afraid that before the war is over, countless serfs and nobles will stand up and overthrow the rule of the Lagar family in the Principality of Paya!

Because of this "contract", myself and my family will be nailed to the pillar of shame by all the nobles of the vast land, and they will never be able to stand up, and they will be ridiculed and remembered by future generations.

no! Absolutely, absolutely not sign this thing!

The old man with wide eyes suddenly began to breathe rapidly, and the right hand holding the ink pen trembled violently.

United... Yes! Go to unite with Thun yourself, surrender to him, pay tribute to him, or even promise to be a vassal of the Francois family. Be sure to let Thun stand up and be the first to oppose Clovis' tyranny!

Of course, then... and then elect Grand Duke Thun as the leader of the Seven Cities Alliance, gather all the forces of the Seven Cities Alliance, form a coalition of 150,000 people, and completely expel the Clovis people...

"Ashamed to say."

Just when the old man was still struggling, Fabien suddenly said, "Because of the sudden incident, this agreement is actually the same as the agreement we gave to Thun, but there are a few minor differences."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fabian in a daze.

"Yes, you heard it right, this is the same agreement as Grand Duke Thun and us; he raised his troops north to participate in the battle of Eaglehorn just two days after he signed it." Fabian rubbed embarrassedly. hand:

"Therefore, many of the terms of Thun are applicable, which may not be suitable for the Principality of Paya - so if you have any dissatisfaction, please feel free to put it forward, and we will revise it as appropriate."

"Ah! For example, this one - a free loan of 300,000 gold coins~www.readwn.com~ It is said that because Archduke Thun promised us the amount of 500,000 in one breath; so we felt that the Principality of Paya would take 300,000 should not be a problem."

"But...if it's really difficult for you..." Fabian pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, with a very embarrassed expression:

"Deputy Commander Anson Bach, colleagues from the Storm Division, and Grand Duke Thun himself... should also be considerate of you—what do you think, Your Excellency Duke Lacar?"

Cold sweat fell from the old man's temples.

"……no problem."

The old man with a trembling mouth murmured in a low voice, "I, our Lacar family...willing to contribute to the friendship... between Clovis and... Seven Cities Alliance!"

"real?"

Fabian stood up suddenly and looked at the old man with an unnatural expression with concern: "You are our important ally. If you need anything, you can ask it, we will try our best to meet it!"

"No, really not!"

The old man was trembling unconsciously.

"Not even a single point of dissatisfaction? Don't embarrass yourself too much, Duke Lacar."

"Because if you promise now, but you can't fulfill your promise afterwards..." Fabian's face suddenly sank, and he said coldly:

"That's not something that can be solved by chatting like this now."

The old man who twitched his throat hard... his back hunched even worse.

"Duke Lacar."

"Uh-huh?!"

"Sign it."

Fabien said lightly.

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