I Will Be The Crowned King

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"Fire--!!!!"

The hoarse voice was covered by the dense gunshots. Facing the imperial advance army rushing up to the Lighthouse Palace like a tide, the soldiers of Hantuo stood guard in the "fortress" made of wooden boxes and various luxury furniture, pouring out constantly. Ammunition, the extravagant marble steps are already piled with corpses.

At five o'clock in the morning, less than an hour before the sun rose, the turbulent Port of Carindia was still shrouded in dark clouds and torrential rain, and there was no light in sight.

No one knows what happened... The imperial advance army, which was still suppressing the rioting block, suddenly assembled, and then launched a general attack on the Lighthouse Palace like a group of headless flies. Two-thirds of the troops stationed in the defensive line of the city wall were also evacuated, and the lighthouse palace was attacked like a dark cloud.

Reno, who was still organizing riots in the noble district, looted and destroyed the warehouses of the imperial advance army, had to immediately shrink his forces, and took some of the Carindian nobles who had been devastated by the advance army and took the initiative to swear allegiance to him to guard the Lighthouse Palace.

Relying on the height of the Lighthouse Palace and the sturdy city walls, the soldiers and nobles of Carindia who were affected by the bloodline of the "Wild Hunter" were temporarily freed from emotional troubles and turned into ruthless war machines, silent like One by one mechanically rotating gears turned the luxurious Lighthouse Palace into a fire-breathing fortress of guns on all sides.

The expressionless Lenore stood at the back of the line with the military flag in his hand, trying his best to maintain the last shred of sanity, watching through the layers of rain curtains outside the palace gate, countless roaring charges in gunfire and gunpowder, and then being shot through the head by lead bullets, A figure whose torso was broken by a solid bullet and ignited by a blasting bomb.

Plasma flowed on the marble stairs, and the minced meat was scorched by flames into coke, and then washed away by the icy rain... But the enemy was still attacking, attacking.

Even with Leno's naive eyes, he could sense that the enemy's general attack had been rushed to the extreme, which was completely different from the tacit cooperation with him when he was encircling and suppressing him before.

But even in a hurry, the strength of the two sides is so desperate... The Beacon Palace seems to be strong, but it is equivalent to the grave of Reno and his only remaining army; under the premise that it is not clear when the reinforcements will arrive, the actual situation It's like a sentence of death.

In the sound of the artillery fire, the constantly assembling imperial advance army almost frantically assembled round after round of offensives, besieging the Lighthouse Palace from four directions at the same time; even under the repeated bombardment of overhead artillery fire, the artillery on the city wall was transported to the vicinity of the palace. , at the risk of blowing up his own people, and projecting it into the palace at an elevation.

The six-pound Adland eagle cannon, the eight-pound Xiaolong cannon, the twenty-four-pound Wessen mortar... The imperial artillerymen from the major duchies, who are regarded as trump cards, aimed at the Lighthouse Palace to fully demonstrate the horror of the empire that made her The desperate firepower of the enemies, the splashes of fire and cannon flames rose in the torrential rain, becoming the only light in the dark world, illuminating the frantic death battle in the smoke of gunpowder.

Although it is almost impossible for these artillery pieces to play their due strength against Renaud's "remainders" in front of the solid walls of the Lighthouse Palace, under the coverage of terrifying firepower, even one or two hits can cause great casualties. .

Looking at the imperial advance army that was still attacking, Renault felt that he should not be blown to pieces, but would be exhausted by the tireless and frantic attacks of the enemy.

What he didn't know was that there was another person with similar thoughts to him in the artillery position of the advance army outside the Lighthouse Palace.

After a whole day of fighting, the physical strength and energy of the advance army have also reached the limit, and it is theoretically impossible to organize any effective offensive; but they were still forcibly assembled in the order, dragged to the point of rain. After soaking his body for more than ten hours, he lifted his legs filled with lead and stepped forward.

The body can be squeezed, but the battle is impossible... In the face of the Lighthouse Palace, which is located on a high ground, has a complete defense system and sufficient ammunition, the entire staff of the advance army has nothing to do. board, mobilizing the entire army to attack from all directions at the same time.

To put it bluntly, it is a purely human offensive, and the opposite is forced to die.

To put it more bluntly, it is to use the life of the soldiers to consume the ammunition on the opposite side... After all, the enemy is not guarding a military warehouse but a palace, and the ammunition reserves are limited. Once the ammunition is exhausted, they will die.

But there is a "small" premise in this, that is, the imperial soldiers and knights serving as officers are required to be very unafraid of death, brave enough to stand up even if they are hit by lead bullets, and resist a few more shots to let the opposite side be on their own. Just wasting ammo.

It's a pity that although the Imperial Knights and Soldiers are brave - at least braver than Hantu's stinky fish and rotten shrimp and Clovis's levies - there is still a long way to go to "send to die" and "request to die a few more times". Not a small distance.

Fifteen minutes after the start of the battle, the two infantry battalions broke out on the spot, and the soldiers who were so frightened threw their weapons away, even if the officer who was supervising the battle held a gun to the back of his head and refused to attack.

The four knights who served as commanders also stood up and refused to obey the order, saying that this kind of battle is no different from sending death, and it is crazy to the extreme. It is not a battle at all, it is a massacre, and it is an initiative to be massacred by the enemy.

Then they were all shot.

The rebellious knights were beaten to death by Lawrence Igor, who was already in a trance. The soldiers in charge of the battle picked up rifles from the corpses, re-formed the front line, and advanced to the Lighthouse Palace, which was constantly pouring out ammunition.

At the same time, the artillery mobilized from the North City Gate also took place one after another, and began to shoot at the Hantu Legion, covering as much as possible or at the expense of constantly killing the soldiers in the front row, shortening the distance between the front line and the Lighthouse Palace, Compress the enemy's living space.

Under the action of this tactic that is cruel to the enemy and even more cruel to himself - if this can also be called a tactic - the advance army has completely completed the siege of the Lighthouse Palace and trapped the enemy in the palace. Inside, and constantly trying to break through those rudimentary to vulnerable fortifications.

In the face of such a "pleasant" victory, the knight, who was completely numb, or the "new" Luther Igor couldn't see a trace of joy on his face, and the whole person was in a state of extreme confusion. Feedback every progress and information.

The once glorious battle turned into a mere organization of rout troops and reserves to go to the enemy's guns to die, waiting quietly for this army to be annihilated and routed, the routed army shot and killed the leader of the resistance, and then the rest were killed. The defeated troops and the reserve army are integrated, assembled, and sent to die again...the cycle goes on and on.

"What round of offense is this?"

After flicking the soot on his hand, "Luther" turned his head and asked the adjutant behind him.

This is a cigarette that was found from a nobleman of Hantu. He didn't even smoke a pipe in the past. It was the first time that he discovered that this kind of industrial inferior product produced by Clovis was so wonderful.

"The twentieth round."

The adjutant's voice was trembling slightly. Twenty rounds of attacks were organized in such a short period of time. Just thinking about the price paid made one's soul tremble. When you closed your eyes, you could see cold and stiff faces.

Luther nodded, took a cigarette with no expression, and watched silently as the soot drifted away in the rain and the smoke he exhaled; the bright cigarette **** seemed to have become the gunfire of the enemy's counterattack in a trance.

And the adjutant's trembling voice continued: "In the nineteenth round of the just-concluded attack, a quarter of the Second Infantry Regiment, which was on the offensive mission, died in battle, and the deputy commander died in a mutiny of soldiers; the Fifth Infantry Regiment in the back row was blocked. The offensive line was opened, and the artillery volley of the Hantu Army was fired..."

"The commanders of the two artillery companies reported that according to the current progress of the battle, they could no longer guarantee that most of the artillery shells would not fall on the heads of the attacking troops..."

"The 3rd Infantry Regiment reported that the southern city wall of the Lighthouse Palace was counterattacked by the Hantu Legion. More than half of the first-line private battalion was killed, and it has lost the ability to continue the fight. It is in urgent need of support but..."

"All the casualties so far, probably... probably..."

"No matter how many casualties, it's worth it!"

An incomparably old, malevolent voice suddenly appeared behind the two, interrupting the adjutant's report.

The two of them trembled, turning around and kneeling on one knee at the same time.

"Lord Lawrence! I, we..."

"Okay, I know your difficulties." Lawrence's expression changed, and he patted "Luther"'s trembling shoulder very "gently":

"Insist on fighting for a day and a night. It's not as easy as it seems to want to storm such a highland fortress that is stubbornly resisting. I know this very well."

"But! It is precisely because it is not easy that you can really grow up - leave the rest to me, you can concentrate on fighting this battle well, and you can prove the honor of the Igor family to others with your military exploits... understand?"

Lawrence lowered his head, his dark and caring eyes made the blood of the knight almost solidify, and he did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.

"Subordinate, subordinate understand, understand!"

"Well, it's good to understand." Lawrence sighed deeply, with a relieved smile on his face, turned and left.

It wasn't until his figure drifted away that the two who were still standing there found themselves gasping for breath, almost suffocating themselves to death.

"Sir, about the report just now... there is another piece of information, which was sent fifteen minutes ago." He stood up panting, the adjutant's expression was still a little trembling:

"The defenders at the North City Gate reported that among the scattered soldiers of the Han Tu Legion outside the city, they were suspected to have found..."

"boom--!!!!"

At the moment when the loud noise came, the vigilant knight suddenly raised his head and looked towards the north gate.

………………

It's thundering?

In a trance, Leno looked up at the dome, but was completely blocked by the thick smoke and the fire from the explosion of the cannonball. Except for the attacking figures of the soldiers of the Imperial Advance Corps, he could not see anything.

He could only hold on to the flagpole in his hand, using the pain, the biting cold, and all the remaining physical strength to maintain his last sense of reason.

The difficulty of using the power of blood is far beyond his imagination, especially when trying to overcome the side effects of this power; because this power is similar to the organs of the body in the final analysis, and it is normal for excessive use and careful maintenance to cause problems. .

The power of his own "Wild Hunter" bloodline, the condition is blood.

When injured, this power will automatically awaken, and the trigger condition is more fresh blood, at the cost of showing extreme hunger for blood.

The more blood he gets, the stronger his strength and the more difficult it is to maintain his sanity; Renault, who bit his lip, can only desperately use his own blood to satisfy the "hungry signal" conveyed by his body... Although this can only make more thirsty.

But even without the burden of bloodline power, his body was already on the verge of its limit; not only him, but also the few remaining corps of vast soil.

The influence of the power of blood can only make them "forget" exhaustion and pain, but the physical consumption of maintaining such high-intensity combat is also amazing. Some soldiers who are relatively weak even when they are still fighting, quietly He fell to the ground silently, without any wounds on his body.

Unlike the Imperial Advance Corps, who were still able to rest, Leno, who was being chased and beaten, didn't even have a chance to stop and breathe a sigh of relief. He had been running non-stop since four in the morning the day before. The ground charge, the non-stop battle...not one after another~www.readwn.com~ but without any stops and gaps at all.

Even if they just stayed in a certain place for a while, they would immediately be surrounded by the more organized and better coordinated and maneuverable imperial advance army.

So... it was the first round of offense just now, twenty or twenty?

Reno, who was sore all over his body, desperately opened his eyes that could no longer see clearly, trying to see the lightning falling from the dome.

Boom...boom...boom...

The loud noise of the explosion came again. Judging from the direction, it should be the direction of the North City Gate.

Um?

Lenore was suddenly stunned.

North City Gate...no...why isn't it in the direction of the port?

If there is a choice, Renault prefers that the direction of the port is the direction of the thunder, which will prevent the Empire's fleet from reinforcing the port of Carindia.

Wait, something isn't quite right.

Boom...boom...boom...

The place where I am standing now is the Lighthouse Palace, which is the second tallest building in the entire Port of Carindia. It is said that the thunder can be heard in any direction. Why... Why is it only in the direction of the North City Gate?

Difficult to say...

Reno's eyes widened suddenly when he woke up.

"boom--!!!!"

The thunder-like roar sounded, accompanied by firelight and billowing smoke, the North City Gate, which was not solid, collapsed with a bang, and huge cracks appeared in the city walls on both sides.

"The Clovis people and the Hantu people, I have heard it clearly - the situation is urgent, and there is no time to give you a long speech!"

In front of the position, Anson, who was a bit irritable, roared loudly with his Leopold rifle on his back, his loud voice piercing the rainstorm: "The front is Carindia Port, our Carindia Port!"

"Listen to my gunfire and charge with me!"

"Take back our port of Carindia...!"