I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (

Under the bright silver moonlight, the golden-red fire rose from the ground; under the darkness of the night, it was like a pillar of fire reaching the sky, illuminating the entire earth in an instant.

No, not like...

Rather, it was a pillar of fire—literally!

A pillar of fire with a radius of at least four meters and a height of not less than 20 meters, which continues to burn and spiral upwards!

It just appeared "out of thin air" without any warning, and at the same time, it appeared there in a very conspicuous manner, and there was no sign that it would go out soon, and it was still burning violently.

Ludwig and Roman's wide eyes, full of astonishment, stared at the "scenario" that suddenly appeared in front of them, and suddenly lost their words.

Draco in the cell curled up into a ball as soon as the pillar of fire appeared, and looked around vigilantly with his eyes.

"General!" Roman, who was the first to regain his composure, turned his head and looked at Ludwig with a grim expression:

"In this position, I'm afraid the military camp is over there..."

"You stand back now, assemble the guard company and grenadiers, and suppress the army!" Ludwig nodded and ordered decisively:

"Each regiment immediately entered the preset position, the artillery was in place, and if necessary, directly sent orders to the regiment on my behalf; anyone who tried to disobey, fled..."

"Kill on the spot!"

The shocked Roman beat his chest with his right hand and bowed to the commander-in-chief: "Yes!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure quickly left with his footsteps.

Ludwig turned back sharply, the barrel of the gun pierced through the cell and poked Draco's forehead, pointing at the pillar of fire behind him and roaring: "What's the situation?!"

"I, I, I... I don't know, I really don't know!"

The novelist shook his head desperately, his pure eyes looked so innocent: "They don't believe me anymore, how can they tell me this?!"

"Then how do you know when they start?!" How could Ludwig believe his nonsense.

"I don't know!" Draco was so frightened that he almost cried, he could see that Ludwig was really going to shoot:

"My guess!"

"Guess?!"

"Guess!" Draco nodded quickly:

"I know a little bit about it, and then I will inquire about their course of action and find out what has happened recently. It is not difficult to guess when they will start!"

"Not difficult?" Ludwig's golden-red cheeks were slightly distorted:

"Then give me a guess, what did they want to do with this thing?!"

"What do you want to do..."

The novelist with a sad face looked at the pillar of fire that illuminated most of the forest, and twitched his throat:

"I guess... maybe maybe... some kind of... sign?"

logo?

Ludwig turned his head sharply, looking at the fire that showed no signs of going out at all.

Judging from its location, it appeared right behind the southern legion camp, which happened to be the only way for the legion to go to the cliff fortress, and it was the only way for a large legion to pass.

Although it is specially placed in this position to cut off the retreat of the southern legion, it is nothing more than that, it cannot cause any damage to the legion at all, on the contrary, it can provide some vision...

Wait, vision?

Ludwig's pupils gradually enlarged, and his mouth opened uncontrollably, but he made no sound.

Almost at the same time, there were bursts of thunder from the ground in the distance—innumerable cannonballs dragged their long tail flames, slicing through the dark night in pieces, rushing towards the direction where the pillar of fire stood.

That is the camp of the Southern Legion!

At that moment, seeing that Ludwig was still stunned by Draco Wilters, he broke free from the rope that had been untied secretly, and kicked the prison door with his foot—yes, the door lock has long been broken. It's broken - rushed up and directly threw the commander-in-chief under his body.

At the same time as they fell to the ground, the screeching sound of torn air passed over the two of them, followed by a loud noise that penetrated the eardrum; the cell and the surrounding trees were torn to shreds by the billowing heat wave like paper. , the golden red fireworks rose slowly behind the two of them.

Countless fireworks rose slowly under the night sky.

………………

"The enemy fire is coming! Everyone - get down!!!!"

With the thunderous roar and successive screams, Roman's hoarse roar was almost completely drowned out, and he could only lie down in the trench in embarrassment, watching the entire legion be engulfed by the flames falling from the sky.

In his sight, the downpouring cannonballs streaked across the sky like meteors, blasting the ground with extremely dazzling golden red; the fire mixed with billowing black smoke swallowed him at the fastest speed. Everything visible to the naked eye made the entire southern legion immersed in a sea of ​​fire.

Roman was stunned.

Since the start of the war, this is the first time he has seen the Iser elves have firepower of this scale - even their so-called "Prince Guards", the elite of the elite, and the artillery positions are mostly weak. The large infantry artillery and the heavy artillery were only a dozen or so, and the frontal firepower could not even suppress the "strengthened" Southern Legion.

But now... let alone the artillery counterattack, the Southern Corps that was attacked could not even raise its head - the number of artillery pieces on the opposite side, even with the most conservative estimates, would not be less than 100!

What a terrifying number this is, where did the Iser elf get so many artillery pieces, and how did they escape the eyes of the legion scouts, and launched a sneak attack at this point in time? !

In the continuous explosions and the billowing black smoke, Roman, who was hoarsely squeezing and gathering troops, could even see the indescribable fear on the faces of the grenadiers behind him-they were the first veterans to follow Ludwig, A dozen days ago, they had faced the Iser elf army that was dozens of times their size.

Even they are already like this, it is not difficult to imagine what the other soldiers who were shelled will be in.

Although the Southern Legion, which has inherited the "tradition" of the Levy of Thundercastle, has even more technical experience in building fortifications than frontal combat, this is only a temporary camp after all - it may barely be able to block small artillery or infantry, but it can resist Heavy artillery bombardment is wishful thinking.

It is the most euphemistic description of the current southern legion position.

Large sections of traffic trenches and skirmish trenches were ruthlessly torn apart and ravaged by solid bullets and grenades, and many surface fortifications were even more destroyed by the roar. Limbs and blood were washed into the sky by the air waves, mixed with dust and rubble.

Coupled with the panic caused by the sudden appearance of the "pillar of fire" in the barracks, two-thirds of the troops failed to enter the trenches and bunkers before the artillery attack. "The rain of death.

Even if you don't open your eyes, just listening to the explosions and screams around, it is not difficult for Lieutenant Colonel Roman to imagine how shocking the number of casualties of the Southern Legion is, and it is rising rapidly every minute!

If the fight goes on like this, the southern legion will probably collapse without a fight!

Of course, Roman is not worried about this-except because there is no country in the world that can fire enough shells to kill more than 10,000 people on the same battlefield, because to some extent he Does not care about the entire legion, or even his own life or death.

The only thing he cared about was Ludwig Franz.

The target on the opposite side is the life of Ludwig Franz, so the means is definitely not just a simple and crude way of bombing; ground troops, assassins, spellcasters... Their appearance is only a matter of time.

Fifteen minutes later, the rumble of gunfire finally faded away and stopped. Only thick black smoke filled the burning position, and there was no sign of it drifting.

Patting the dust on his body, Roman with a grim face pushed away the grenadier whose body had been blown up in half, struggled to climb out of the smashed trench, and quickly glanced around to check that he was ravaged by artillery fire. The condition of the rear position.

The original tight fortifications were already in a mess. Except for the rear line of defense that he personally supervised, the front line was completely filled with dust from the bombing of shells; the flags of a few infantry companies and scattered rifles could still be seen on the position, but Apart from flags and weapons, I am afraid there is nothing left.

As for the back... As early as the beginning of the shelling, the barracks was already in a mess, and all that can be seen now are pieces of debris and tents ignited by the explosion.

How many soldiers are still alive, how many people have not been broken up and established, and how many people have persisted and still have not escaped, or have no chance to escape... All are unknown.

"Captain..."

A relatively immature grenadier leaned behind Roman, with a bit of hope in his terrified eyes - in his opinion, the legion has become like this, and it seems that the most important thing is to quickly find the commander for cover and retreat. .

"The bugle."

Roman, who had his back to the grenadier, spoke suddenly.

The young grenadier was stunned: "Huh?"

"Blow the bugle." Roman repeated without any emotion:

"Assemble the troops and prepare to face the battle - the artillery of the Iser Elf is not at the level of the Empire, and the sound of the artillery has stopped, indicating that the infantry is about to start an attack on the ground."

"Speed ​​up, we don't have much time to waste!"

"Uh... yes!"

Although full of confusion and incomprehension about the commander's order, the grenadier instinctively carried out the order, and found the bugle from the veteran soldier who had been half-torn on the ground, but couldn't get it from the corpse. down.

After several unsuccessful attempts, the impatient young grenadier directly chopped off the corpse's wrist with a bayonet and raised the bugle with one hand hanging on it.

The loud rallying trumpet wafted over and over again in the thick smoke and fire-lit positions.

………………

"So many shells haven't killed them all, **** Clovis - that's all money!"

Looking at the battle flag of Clovis rising again on the smoky battlefield, an elf general of Iser who was dressed in luxury, wearing a gilded breastplate and an eagle helmet couldn't help but cursed, and was so angry that he put the pure gold in his hand. The telescope fell directly to the ground, causing the servant beside him to pick it up in a hurry, while he had to kick it.

In order to collect so many shells, the inventory of the entire kingdom's arsenal was almost emptied, and even nobles like him reluctantly paid for it - there is no way, the industrial logistics of Iser Elf can handle it. Cope with small-scale disturbances and border clashes.

Once there is a large-scale war, that stock will last for one or two battles at most, and then it must be imported from Clovis or the Empire, and the price must be unbelievably expensive.

"It's all expected, isn't it, Uncle Aldabert."

A sweet and soft voice sounded from behind, but the face of the elf general did not show any sign of being influenced. Instead, his color changed suddenly, and his expression showed a look of fear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He turned around abruptly, "Pfft!" He fell to his knees with a humility, in front of an elf girl wearing a three-cornered hat and dressed like an imperial knight:

"Yes, your lesson is too right, such a high-level vision is really shameful, Her Royal Highness Princess Freya!"

"Really?" The gentle elf girl blinked, holding the gilded knight's sword hilt around her waist with her right hand, and approached the crawling elf with great concern:

"But I just said something very ordinary."

"For you, all of this is of course normal~www.readwn.com~ but for us..." Aldabert swallowed hard, his fearful eyes swept away from the long sword on the girl's waist :

"That's truth! It's wisdom! It's simply unimaginable!"

"Yes?"

"Yes yes yes! It is because of your wisdom that we were saved from being annihilated by the Clovis people, we were lucky to escape, and we still have a chance to recover..."

"no!"

The girl's voice suddenly became indifferent: "It's Louis!"

"It was Louis who sacrificed himself and volunteered to be the bait to lure the Clovis people into taking the bait, so that you gang of worthless scumbags can live to this day - you can still stand here and breathe now, all thanks to He gave it!"

"Without him, you should have been slashed by the Clovis people long ago!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Aldabert, who was trembling all over, shivered, his head on the ground desperately stuffed into his chest.

"So... dear Uncle Aldabert, and you stupid and incompetent scumbags, my men."

Freya Mosesfield slowly looked back, her icy eyes swept across the trembling and frightened faces: "Once in a lifetime, the time to show your bravery and loyalty has finally come."

"I need you to take your soldiers and attack the Clovis Legion, which has been destroyed by artillery fire; ravage them, annihilate them, and kill them all."

"If anyone thinks this is too difficult to achieve, I can lower the requirements... allow the honest gentleman to die with the enemy."

"So, if any Clovis interferes with me while I'm breaking off with Ludwig Franz...I'll wipe you all out."

"Did you hear clearly?"

The soft-spoken elf princess, her eyes turned blood red at this moment.