I Will Be The Crowned King

"The enemy fire is coming—!"

Accompanied by the dense gunshots, Carl Bain's hoarse roar rang out simultaneously in the warehouse stronghold.

The not-so-spacious stronghold is already a mess at the moment, and soldiers of different numbers can be seen in a hurry everywhere; the sounds of passwords, footsteps, mixed with a little swearing and shouting, and the non-stop gunfire outside and the shouting of killing... It stimulated every soldier with red eyes.

Fifteen minutes ago, less than 2,000 Aiden broke through the central defense line and directly attacked the warehouse stronghold as the headquarters of the Storm Division.

At first, this was not a problem. The 3rd and 4th Infantry Regiments, which were well-organized and well-organized, were still able to withstand the enemy's bayonet charge and retreat steadily.

But for the Aiden Legion, which has an absolute superiority in military strength, once it breaks through the defense line, it is not just a breakthrough - the enemy on both flanks will immediately shift the attack direction to the center line after finding that they have opened up the situation.

When twice or even four times the enemy was desperately pressing up, the two infantry regiments finally couldn't stand it... they left their positions and quickly retreated to the warehouse stronghold for cover.

The Aiden Legion that broke through the defense line rushed in desperately like a flood that had been ripped open from a flood outlet.

"The north square has been lost, and the 3rd Infantry Regiment is organizing a retreat, hoping to get skirmish fire support!"

"The two barricades on the west side of the street have been conquered. The 4th Infantry Regiment has requested to retreat, otherwise it will be surrounded by the enemy on both sides and will be cut off from the stronghold at any time!"

"In the direction of the southern city wall of the rear line, a small group of enemy troops are trying to outflank. The number is about two infantry companies. Please send troops to clear them immediately; otherwise, once the southern city gate falls, our army will completely lose the retreat route!"

...accompanied by the thunderous salvo mixed in the heavy rain, Carl Bain, who was lying behind the barricade, was almost overwhelmed by a series of bad news before he could figure out the situation.

"Damn, this is not the same as what we said at the beginning!"

Carl Bain, who was extremely depressed, roared in his heart as he directed the counterattack.

According to the "perfect plan" of a certain deputy commander, the opposite Duke Aiden should be a very cautious guy. Unless he is quite sure, he will not take risks easily.

So even if he has a little advantage, his biggest goal tonight should be to defeat the frontal defense line of the Storm Division; at most, relying on the strength of the storm division, block the connection between the various strongholds of the Storm Division, expand the encirclement network, and then slowly push them one by one. Lose.

This is a tactic that maximizes the advantage of troops and fights steadily; it is also more in line with the performance of the Aiden Legion against Carindia in the previous Battle of Green Valley.

But this is clearly not the case now.

"Boom!!!! Boom!!!! Boom!!!!"

In the incomparably dark rainy night, the warehouse stronghold stood upright like the only island in the storm; countless monstrous waves rolled up dark red blood plasma and golden red gun flames, trying to tear it apart and engulf it continuously.

The thunderous gunshots kept exploding, and the Aiden Corps, which forcibly broke through the defense line, almost recklessly launched an offensive towards the warehouse; a team of less than 300 people was just under the hail of bullets, under the double-teamed firepower points on both wings, Launch a bayonet charge towards the north gate of the warehouse.

Two minutes later, the stormtroopers were completely wiped out; the torrential rain covered their screams and wailing, and the bones, shredded limbs and flesh from the lead bullets strewn all over the street... But it still let the people in the warehouse. The defenders felt a lingering fear.

Obviously, there was a "slight" deviation between the reality and Anson's expectations.

As Duke Aiden completely released the last reserve army, the Aiden vanguard troops, who had already broken through the defense line, did not intend to continue to wait for the follow-up reinforcements.

The reinforcements coming from the back line could not see the shadow of the vanguard troops at all, and even the direction of the main attack was unclear. They could only roughly judge the location of the main battlefield from the surrounding traces and the sound of gunfire.

In addition, Luyin Valley was originally a small town, and there was no room for more than 20,000 people to fight each other; the troops in the back that were blocked in the front could detour, so the front was widened again, and the entire army spread out like a flood. rush over.

As there were more and more enemies, the strongholds of the Storm Division, which were becoming more and more incapable of defending, began to be divided by the tide-like offensive. The reinforcements did not even have time to rush to the battlefield, and they had to start a line and exchange fire with the enemy halfway.

On the chaotic battlefield, the two armies have been completely intertwined, and the company has fallen into a situation where they are fighting each other; it has fully achieved that you have me, and I have you.

Looking at the pitch-dark night and the rain where he could only rely on gunfire to judge the enemy's firepower, Carl Bain, who couldn't help but want to curse, finally knew what the problem was.

Field of view!

More than 90% of the previous Luyin Valley siege battles took place during the day. At that time, the Aiden Corps controlled the North City Wall Tower, the only commanding height in the city, and was able to fully grasp the battlefield situation and direction, and quickly moved forward Troops give orders.

At that time, it could be said that the initiative in the battlefield was completely in the hands of the Aiden Legion. The Carindians were being beaten by the nose. Of course, they could fight whatever they wanted. Whether they were quick, hateful, or slowly tortured was entirely up to their mood.

now what?

Even if you are standing face to face at this level of visibility, it is hard to say whether you can see people from five meters away, right? Not to mention on top of the tower - there's a spooky view!

You can only get front-line information from the messengers, and reluctantly rely on the sound and gunfire to determine the actual battlefield position... The current Duke Aiden is afraid that his self-confidence is bursting, and he feels that he will definitely win, right? !

If that's the case, it's understandable that he throws all the troops in so desperately.

So weird!

"Let the 4th Infantry Regiment retreat as soon as possible, try to slow down the enemy's attack speed as much as possible, and re-establish a defensive line at the west gate of the warehouse!"

"The North Square is lost? Tell the 3rd Infantry Regiment that there is no support, and let them find a way to retreat. The warehouse can at most guarantee that they will provide fire cover when they retreat to within 300 meters!"

"What about the people from the Second Infantry? Let them send out the skirmish company to bite the rushing mice; they can do whatever they want, as long as they don't let the mice occupy the South Gate!"

"The reconnaissance company is sent out to keep an eye on all the movements in the direction of the South City Gate, and report immediately if there is any situation!"

Amidst the roar of guns, the major's chief of staff continued to issue orders, "calmly" and commanding the battle in three directions at the same time; his calm expression and decisive response made the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division present feel extremely at ease.

Although he panicked.

As a "former captain civilian officer" - now a major - although he has taken countless blame for many officers in his career, and has fought many battles, both big and small, it can be considered a victory and a defeat. Experienced and knowledgeable.

But the problem is that Carl did not actually command a regiment, or even thousands of combat experience.

It is one thing to organize an army for a superior, to formulate tactics and to take the blame after the fact. It is another thing to sit in this position and make decisions on the spot.

This made him, who has always been cautious, feel unprecedented pressure, and the cold sweat on his body has never stopped since the start of the war... Obviously he is indoors, but the whole person is almost completely soaked.

Fortunately... Although the storm division's "rout" speed was faster than the initial plan, the Aiden Legion was desperate to press on the whole line, rushing forward like a mad dog that had taken off its reins; but precisely because the attack surface was too wide Too scattered, coupled with the blockade of vision in the rainy night, to some extent, it even relieved the pressure faced by the storm division.

Both sides are blind to the situation 50 meters away from their own positions. Unless scouts or troops are sent to "light up the field of vision", they will not know the specific situation at all, and even if it is "lighted up", it will take a while to know.

Therefore, the Storm Division, which shrank the defense line for the first time, was slightly more efficient than the Aiden Legion on the opposite side... Of course, it was limited, but it also greatly relieved the pressure on Carl Bain.

After all, even the worst intelligence on the battlefield is 10,000 times stronger than no intelligence—that means that the organization of the troops is on the verge of collapse, the command system is paralyzed, and each combat unit has been unable to obtain any effective information or orders, and can only to fight...

Whether the whole line collapses, the army rebels or the epic victory next has nothing to do with him as the chief of staff.

As for why he is a small chief of staff, but he has to work as a deputy division commander... Carl couldn't help rolling his eyes when he thought of this.

At this moment, a dull roar sounded above everyone's heads without warning.

Um?

Everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a while, looking up at the ceiling, which was constantly falling with debris and dust, with a curious expression.

The movement just now... It doesn't seem to be the sound of a volley of guns, right?

Louder, more muffled, and... how can't it come from the top of my head...

"No, it's a cannon!"

Carl Bain, who was stunned for three seconds, then reacted, screaming hysterically at the people around him with a horrified expression:

"Enemy-fire-come-attack! Dodge the guns-!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a shriek that broke through the air in the rainstorm—the pitch-black twelve-pound cannonball tore through the layers of rain curtains and landed on the defensive position of the warehouse stronghold with great precision. Illuminated half of the green valley.

The dust and rubble mixed with stumps and broken arms rolled up, and the traces were quickly submerged by the torrential rain.

As this round of indiscriminate bombing came to an abrupt end, the roar of the Aiden Legion was again heard in the pitch-black rain curtain, desperately rushing towards the blasting point of the cannonball just now.

………………

At the same time, Luyin Valley eastern battlefield.

With the choking smoke of gunpowder lingering even in the torrential rain, the Aiden Legion recklessly charged against the salvos of the Storm Division soldiers, attacking the barricade that looked dilapidated and collapsed at once.

But it was this "break down" barricade that had withstood at least ten rounds of Aiden's attack in the past 30 minutes, and made the opposite street covered with corpses, flowing into the gaps in the stone road. Even the rain can't completely wash away the blood stains.

To be honest, even though it was a night street fight, the performance of the Aiden Corps was definitely not bad. The rushing and interspersing, Xu Jin's shooting and even the bayonet charge were all the same. The combat effectiveness of individual soldiers was absolutely comparable to that of the Storm Division. The elite of the Biklowe standing army.

The only thing that limits them is their rigid tactics and rifles in their hands.

The Hantu Seven Cities Alliance, which has been peaceful and prosperous all the year round, needless to say about military tactics, and weapons and equipment are worse than each other; most of them can only be equipped with outdated goods purchased from the Empire or Clovis, and the weapons of ordinary soldiers are even more Mixed with hunting shotguns, or old-fashioned shotguns that shoot very short distances—that is, trumpet guns—and a mess of homemade firearms.

Although Anson also agrees that weapons are not the decisive factor on the battlefield - of course, Major General Ludwig's is another matter - but a skirmisher with the latest Borne can only shoot second-hand front-loading. The Hantu Line Private, then he can really get out of here.

The poor visibility coupled with the extremely high firing rate made it difficult for the Aiden Legion, which had an advantage in strength, to conquer the defense line on the eastern side of the street.

So after spending a lot of time and failing to successfully conquer it, and after the central defense line had been torn apart by their own side, the besieging Aiden Legion resolutely abandoned the hard bones in front of them and turned around to attack the more important warehouse stronghold.

As for what to do if there is an enemy stronghold behind us... Then throw it to the reinforcements behind. Anyway, the casualties on our side are not small, even if we retreat immediately and stand by, it is absolutely reasonable.

Officer Aiden, who was leading the troops, thought so.

"boom--!"

Just as he turned around, Borne’s crisp lead popping sound suddenly sounded in the rain curtain. The scorching lead shot dragged the rainwater and pierced through his head together with the helmet. Dead embedded in the wall.

Officer Aiden, who was blind in one eye, fell into the rain with a thud~www.readwn.com~ desperately trying to hold down the wound on his face, but he couldn't stop the gushing of blood from the wound. out.

Soon, the blood was overflowing, and he gradually stopped convulsing; when he was about to die, he desperately reached out for help in the direction of the retreat of the army, but no one turned back; the excited Aiden Legion soon disappeared in the rain, and the He and all his dead companions were thrown in the same place.

"Ugh?"

Lisa, who had finished shooting, stuck her head out from behind the barricade, her emerald green eyes widened and round, and looked at the street: "It seems... it seems that there is really no one there?"

As soon as the words fell, the girl's face immediately showed an excited expression, and she turned around to look at Anson who was loading another rifle: "Anson guessed right, those guys all threw us away and ran away , go to Carl!"

An Sen chuckled, pinched the girl's blushing face, took a deep breath, and stood up to face the soldiers behind him:

"All troops are in place!"

"Target - Aiden Legion Command!"

"Storm Corps - Attack!"