I Will Be The Crowned King

Meanwhile, somewhere on the road east of Port Carindia.

"I said, is it really okay to do this?"

Riding on the slightly swaying horse, Carl Bain looked at the lightly-clad Storm Division troops behind him, and worried to Anson: "Why am I a little panicked?"

"What are you panicking about, hasn't it been going well so far?"

An Sen, who had his back straight, snorted calmly, seemingly calmly controlling the mount under his crotch; in fact, his hands and feet were shaking violently, and the cold sweat from his temples and the back of his head had already caused him to lose his temper. The close-fitting shirt was completely soaked... If it weren't for the fact that the upper body was completely numb and stiff, I was afraid that the war horse could throw him off with a single bump.

Although he had practiced it in private, Anson's mount was a pure-blooded horse that Ludwig personally selected, which was not only docile and obedient, but also very humane.

It is said that the biggest specialty of this breed is that when the war is unfavorable or the enemy is approaching, it takes its owner to turn in from the battlefield at the speed of light... Therefore, it is very popular among the Clovis military nobles, very popular and very sought-after.

But such a "hearted" and honest and docile mount still made Anson instinctively feel scared - he found that he might not be afraid of "riding" itself, but that he was not quite used to the fact that there was a living creature under him.

An Sen, who was sweating like rain, smiled lightly: "Don't worry, my plan is perfect, and everything is under my control."

Carl looked at him and the mount under him suspiciously, then took a deep breath:

"My lieutenant, I just want to know one thing—how can you be so sure that the Carindians can hold Green Valley before we get there?"

"It's very simple, I'm very sure that the Carindians must not be able to hold the Green Valley before we arrive." Anson looked at him solemnly, with a blank expression:

"Otherwise, why would I send Fabian to the port of Carindia?"

"What's the use of sending Fabian and the cavalry battalion to Port Carindia if they can't keep the Green Valley?!"

Carl was shocked: "Even at the current speed, we will have to reach the Green Valley in two days. If the Carindians lose their positions... Are you planning to fight them outside the port of Carindia? !"

"How is that possible, have you forgotten what the little secretary said - we must not let the war spread to Carindia Port, otherwise we will lose a lot!" Anson snorted softly:

"I don't think you have grasped the essence of my plan at all."

"Then I'm so sorry!"

Carl almost turned his back: "Can you talk to your chief of staff about what the essence of your 'plan' is, my deputy commander!"

"Of course no problem, my loyal Deputy Chief of Staff." An Sen's mouth curled into a gratifying smile:

"Look, if you don't know, you have to ask, don't be afraid of embarrassment; true warriors are those who dare to face the dripping blood, dare to..."

"speak English!"

"People say that this matter has nothing to do with the Carindians." Anson tilted his head and glanced at Carl, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth:

"It is Duke Aiden who can decide how quickly and when to take Shady Valley; with the fighting power of the Carindians, he can take that town in just one day."

"In the same way, if he is reluctant to lose his troops, or if he has any concerns, he will naturally slow down the time to conquer the Shady Valley - so why should I consider the Carindians?"

Carl was stunned for a moment.

"So you asked Fabian to take the cavalry battalion to the port of Carindia and tell them that the Storm Division is about to arrive in Shady Valley... Isn't it to stabilize the Carindian people?" The chief of staff responded instantly:

"You want to use their mouths to send the news to Duke Aiden - because he is the one who can decide when to take Shady Valley?"

"That's about it." An nodded slightly, his body shivered violently with the swaying of the mount, and his face was still calm:

"Rather than expecting the insignificant possibility of a sudden burst of morale and a surge in combat power among the Carindians, it's better to pin your hopes on the real enemy."

"Now Aiden's army is only one step away from the port of Carindia. At this time, if suddenly it is heard that the port of Carindia has surrendered to Clovis, the Storm Division is about to arrive at the Shady Valley battlefield... He will How to do it?"

"Should we move on and break out into a head-on conflict with Clovis while completely disengaging from the flank army; or should we retreat and let the whole Hood know that 'the Aiden is nothing more than this, and can only be disheartened in front of Clovis. run away?"

The voice fell, and Carl finally understood:

"So you're actually betting that Duke Aiden will be cowardly?"

"...Don't say it so ugly... er... Although it is true." An Sen's expression was a little embarrassed:

"In addition, Carindia is a republic, or whether she is a republic or is ruled by the feudal prince, it cannot be monolithic after all; small groups that are equal to each other, it is more difficult to unite in the face of crisis, and it is more common to fly separately when a disaster is imminent. ."

Carl raised his eyebrows: "So there is an inner ghost loyal to Duke Aiden in Carindia Harbor?"

"To be honest, I really hope that there is - otherwise the effect of sending Fabien to go will be greatly reduced." Anson shook his head, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

In fact, in this case, as the deputy commander of the legion, it would be more shocking and convincing if he could lead the cavalry and the guard company and appear in the port of Carindia without warning. At the port of Carindia, the news of tens of thousands of troops approaching the Valley of Shady" reached Duke Aiden's ears.

However, considering that my riding skills are too shameful at the moment, the possibility of an accidental appearance in the end is higher, so I can only regret this important task to "the commander of the grenadier regiment that I trust most". Fabian.

After all, he was an officer of the former Guards. Riding was a basic skill, which was very different from the military academy graduates from the "Non-Royal Capital Officer Corps" who studied skirmishing in the country nobles like An Sen.

"But what if the Duke of Aiden finally decided that even if he wanted to go to war with Clovis, he had to conquer the Green Valley and enter the port of Calradia after he got the news??" Carl asked:

"After all, there is only one step left, and no one can stand this temptation."

"So you still missed the point, my chief of staff."

In Carl Bain's eyes, Anson sighed again: "The crux of the problem is not Luyin Valley, it's just a particularly unguarded and irrelevant town."

"The key is the port of Calindia - we just need to ensure that after he conquers the Green Valley, the thirteen thousand Aiden Legion will not attack the port of Calindia immediately!"

He slowly straightened his waist, as if his eyes were shining strangely, looking at the distant horizon:

"And I have full confidence that no matter whether the Duke of Aiden has captured the Green Valley now, he will not advance half a step!"

…………

At the same time, the Green Valley battlefield.

As the choking smoke dissipated, and while the sparse explosions, volleys of guns, and artillery roars could still be heard in the burning city, Aiden's day-long offensive had already come to an end.

When the Aiden Legion receded like the tide, the Carindian soldiers huddled in the collapsed houses and behind the garbage-like barricades, and the surviving refugees in the town began to carefully step out of the bunker, treat the wounded, clean the battlefield, and their expressions were numb. The dead compatriots are placed together, and the weapons and clothing and belongings that are still in good condition are cleaned from their hands.

The war that lasted for several days not only turned the once prosperous town into ruins, but also made the survivors feel like they were in purgatory.

Although the position has not been lost, and the road to the rear is still clear, because Carindia is extremely poorly prepared for war, there are very few supplies that can be provided to the front line immediately - not to mention the refugees caused by the war. .

Clean drinking water, food without rotting, medicines to cure disease and pain, weapons to fight against the enemy... Except for the last item, which is no longer in short supply due to the rapid increase in the number of casualties, the rest are in a state of severe scarcity.

Exhausted soldiers, holding rifles, slumped in the rubble, gasping for breath; hungry refugees searched for everything they could find, seemingly edible, but found the bodies of their loved ones in the rubble, staggering. Kneeling down to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Everyone who is struggling to survive in this purgatory-like battlefield is fearful in their hearts, while cursing the brutal and ruthless Aiden Legion.

What they didn't know was that the Aiden Legion, who seemed to be invincible in their eyes, was actually not as "beautiful" as it seemed.

Outside the Green Valley City, Aiden Barracks.

"About the reason for suddenly asking me to stop the offensive..."

With his back to the long table, Duke Aiden turned his narrowed eyes with his head, and glanced at the trembling knights on both sides of the table behind him:

"Can anyone explain it to me?"

Silence, dead silence.

"Nobody talking? Good."

Cold eyes swept across the faces of every knight who bowed his head and shivered, and the sneering Duke Aiden turned his head back:

"Count Camilo, you are the head of our army's general logistics, don't you think you should explain it at this time?"

The voice fell, and a tall and thin middle-aged man sitting at the end of the long table shivered.

"Duke, Duke...I...I faithfully fulfilled all the tasks you gave me, and did my best to provide enough food and ammunition for the thirteen thousand people; but..." The bamboo-like Count Camilo He stood up tremblingly:

"But our marching speed is really too fast, no matter how many trucks I prepare, it won't help! And I never imagined that these Carindians would resist so fiercely, ten days' worth of ammunition. It came to the bottom so quickly! It’s really…”

"You mortgaged all the supplies...right?" Duke Aiden interrupted coldly.

In an instant, the thin Count Camelot's words stopped abruptly, and his pale face was struck by lightning.

"Because of the hasty march, the logistics management will inevitably be chaotic." Duke Aiden, who had his back to the knights, said in an extremely dull tone:

"At this time, as long as you report a 'loss' or 'forced to discard', you can easily turn tens of thousands of materials into golden church gold coins engraved with saints and put them in your pocket. It's over."

Pfft!

Before he finished speaking, the cold sweat Count Camilo fell to the ground as if he had no bones.

"Duke, I..."

"Don't say anything, Count Camilo." Duke Aiden turned his back to him and said:

"Take that money as my thanks to you for so many years of service, and go back to your territory to retire."

The voice fell, and two heavily armed infantrymen walked into the tent, dragged the 30-year-old Count Camilo, and threw them out.

Inside the tense tent, it was dead silent again.

Looking at Count Mikalo, who was paralyzed into a pool of mud outside the tent and couldn't stop wailing, Duke Aiden with a complicated expression clenched his teeth and tried his best to restrain his inner anger.

Why did things get so bad?

Obviously he has seized the opportunity to win, he is only one step away from the port of Calindia, he is also a native of Hantu, his Manuel family ancestor was originally from Calindia, and he even held several positions. Archon; but why...

Why did the Carindians surrender to the Clovis without a fight, just when they were about to win the whole game? !

Why? !

Why? !

What is even more terrifying is that in order to pursue the victory and win the port of Carindia in one fell swoop, the thirteen thousand Aiden Legion marched completely lightly, and did not carry too much baggage at all, so that it took only a few days to besiege the Green Valley. Run out of ammo!

Of course Duke Aiden knew that even if the foolish Count Camelot didn't have his own pockets, the ammunition was bound to run out; but at this time he had to find a scapegoat to kill him, or the disadvantaged army would blame him. up.

Originally, this was not a big deal, even if you ran out of ammunition and food, don’t be afraid. As long as the 13,000-strong Aiden Legion appeared outside the unmanned port of Carindia, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was as timid as The Rat Carindians will naturally surrender obediently.

But now... the Clovisers are here.

He also brought an army that had just defeated the Isel elves and the Duchy of Paya.

He even took the port of Carindia without firing a shot!

The young Duke pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, the blue veins on his forehead exposed one by one.

Inside the tent, the only thing that could be heard was the violent heartbeat.

Until Victor Emmanuel drew his saber, turned around with a grim expression, and roared at his knights in the most vicious tone:

"tomorrow!"

"No matter what, no matter what happens, no matter how tenacious the life force of those scum-like Carindians..."

"Tomorrow! I want to see Aiden's Iron Fist flag on top of the tallest building in this town by tomorrow evening!"

"Tomorrow, I will conquer Luyin Valley!"