I Will Be The Crowned King

The coalition barracks, outside the medical tent.

late at night.

Beside the bonfire, Leon Francois, with his head lowered, stared at the closed curtain of the tent and the vaguely visible figures inside with red eyes.

Compared to the other crowds surrounding him outside the tent, he hardly had any obvious injuries from head to toe, but his complexion was extremely poor, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

Claude François, King of Homland, Archduke of Thun, his father...

still alive.

"...In the final stage of the breakout, His Majesty Claude still did not have a complete central garrison army, and planned to break through to the west rather than the east; this would not only avoid the emptiness of the deserted stone fort being besieged by the main enemy forces, but also cooperate with Archduke Aiden's army. Frontier Corps converge..."

"...but he failed, or more precisely, we failed..."

"...His Majesty's plan was very successful, and even caught the expedition forces off guard for a time, and we almost could break through the defense line..."

"...But at the last moment, the demoralized Central Guard Corps chose to surrender to the enemy, completely exposing the two wings of the breakout force to the front of the enemy's line..."

"...The Royal Legion, which was responsible for blocking the enemy, finally couldn't support it... The front line completely collapsed. I only had time to assemble a small number of cavalry to protect Your Majesty from the encirclement..."

These are the original words of Henares, which are roughly similar to the statements of some royal legions and expeditionary army prisoners, but there are some differences.

But whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter to Leon Francois anymore; the glory of the family, the revival of the land, the desire for glory... These are all now forgotten, and all he thinks now is One thing left.

Not far from the bonfire, little Reno, who got his father's acquiescence, slowly got up and walked towards Leon, who was in a trance.

He doesn't actually know what he can say, but as a friend - at least he thinks so - even if he can't empathize, he shouldn't be indifferent.

It's good even to hear him cry, even if...

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted.

The blood-stained, corpse doctor Hank of the Storm Division appeared at the entrance of the tent. This middle-aged man, wearing a pair of single-piece gold-rimmed glasses and only a little bit of hair on his temples, looked more like a butcher than a doctor while breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat with the towel around his neck, he looked very tired.

Almost at the same time, Leon, who had been in a trance for a second, immediately regained consciousness and stood up abruptly: "Sir! My father, he..."

"His Majesty Claude Francois, your father, has regained consciousness." The chief medical officer with sweat and blood on his face interrupted him directly, pointing to the tent behind him:

"He asked me to call you in...you're alone."

Little Leon was stunned, his hurried footsteps suddenly stopped in place, and there was a flash of fear in his eyes.

In the next second, he clenched his teeth sharply and walked towards the tent that smelled of alcohol, potions, rot and blood.

Doctor Hank, who was panting in a low voice, looked at his back, and sighed and pulled the curtain of the tent.

Outside the silent tent, the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

"Hank... Your Excellency." Little Lenore was the first to break the silence:

"Your Majesty Claude, how is the situation?"

"Just call Hank, I'm just a humble affairs officer."

The chief military doctor waved his hand and said that he was not so polite: "Except for the bullet hole on the shoulder and a few scratches, the patient did not suffer too many serious trauma; the only wound was also treated in a very timely manner, and there was no serious problem."

"But..." Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the chief military doctor changed the subject:

"The patient doesn't seem to live this kind of hard life very often. The malnutrition, excessive fatigue and severe lack of sleep caused by the ten-day wind meal and sleeping in the open air have had an extremely bad impact on his health!"

"And he himself seems to have a habit of drinking and smoking, and his kidney function and lungs are also very unoptimistic, plus the damage caused by the strong mental blow."

Before the words fell, the expressions of everyone were solemn again, and the heartstrings that had just been loosened were tightened again.

"But..." In the dead silence, the military doctor gave another meal:

"The above are just symptoms accumulated over many years. Although it may not be well-regulated for a while, it is not a serious problem, at least it is not a particularly fatal problem."

"As long as there is a lot of rest, nutrition, and careful nursing for a period of time, I don't think it will take too long, and the patient should be able to return to normal."

Everyone suddenly realized that although they looked at each other with different expressions, they were finally relieved.

"Of course, that doesn't mean you can feel at ease!"

The military doctor's expression suddenly became serious again: "After all, the patient is already an elderly man; any little fault in an ordinary young man will be infinitely magnified in him, even if there is any small problem. Negligence can lead to irreparable..."

"okay!"

Archduke Aiden suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the chief of the army doctor, and asked coldly: "You just say that he is fine now, Claude... Your Majesty, is there any fatal risk?"

"This..." The military doctor thought for a second, and then answered decisively:

"I do not know about this."

Um? !

Everyone's eyes widened in agreement.

"Don't know?!" The stunned little Reno blurted out:

"What do you mean you don't know?!"

"It means that I don't know--yes, I operated on him, sutured a few wounds again, and did a general examination by the way, but that doesn't mean I know his condition."

The chief military doctor's face was taken for granted: "I am the chief military doctor, not a surgeon or a nursing doctor; I am an administrative staff."

The administrative editor... The stunned Lenuo pursed his lips and paused, "Then why is it you who performed the surgery?!"

"Because the whole damned Storm Division medical department, except for me, the military doctor, has only half a battalion of medical soldiers - just learned to use gauze bandages, not conscripts who strangle the wounded to death." The military doctor turned over. White eyes:

"I am the only general practitioner in the whole army, and I have a little experience in surgery!"

Reno twitched his throat: "...What is a general practitioner?"

"It's very troublesome to explain in detail. In short, it's similar to the bartender in a tavern." The military doctor said truthfully:

"The difference is that the bartender tells you which wine is cheap and delicious. I am responsible for telling you which doctor you should go to when you are sick."

"Then... your 'surgical experience'..." Lenore twitched the corners of his mouth that were a little stiff.

"In addition to the large hospital where I work, I also run a small clinic in the inner city of Clovis." The chief military doctor explained:

"Later, a friend introduced me to the job of the levy army doctor. The salary was very high, so I closed the clinic and joined the army."

"Then may I ask, the name of your clinic is..." Lenore suddenly had a bad premonition.

The military doctor smiled slightly:

"Good Wife Pet Paradise."

Reno: "..."

……………………

At the same time, the deputy commander's tent at the other end of the barracks.

Biting off the cork of a bottle of Tirpitz rum, Anson poured two full glasses: "So Claude Francois is really okay?"

"It should be." The former guards officer smiled and took the wine glass handed by the deputy commander with both hands:

"At least... that's what our chief veterinarian said."

Anson twitched the corners of his mouth.

It's a really sad story...or a common problem with all levies.

While levies and standing armies are available from combat units to logistics and administration, that's only in theory.

The actual situation is that the standing army is eligible to receive special funds from the army, and the conscripted corps needs to plan carefully, save various expenses, and use the money in the most critical places.

If Anson really complied with the size of the infantry division and lined up all the medics of the Storm Division, he would basically be able to say goodbye to his artillery company.

What's more, after there is a "one-person logistics department" and "one-person staff department", there is a "one-person medical department", Ansen thinks it is not a big problem.

So after some careful planning and cost-saving operations, only half of the battalion of medics in the Storm Division was abolished, plus a military doctor who only operated on pets.

However, the medical equipment, medicines, field infirmaries and mobile clinics that should be equipped are all equipped - after all, even if the price of these things is doubled, it is much cheaper than hiring a professional military medical team.

The premise is "professional" doctors, not "professional" assembly line industrial workers in slaughterhouses in the morning, barbershops in the noon, and intensive care units in the evening.

...or an old-fashioned fanatic who does odd jobs to subsidize his family.

Of course, the two met not to complain about the medical department of their own army. After all, as a conscripted corps with limited pockets, it is a very realistic choice to cut unnecessary expenses to support the army... This is life.

What really needs to be discussed is how to end the current war in the vast land that has lasted for several months.

For the Hantu Kingdom, the war ended when the Imperial Expeditionary Force was defeated; after all, the Empire would continue to face off against the Clovis Kingdom in the short term. More troops have been put into the line.

The next thing to do is to negotiate and exchange prisoners... Considering that the Empire will probably not be too reluctant to admit its defeat, this negotiation will probably last for a long time, and finally end in a vague and hasty conclusion.

The empire is powerless to fight, and Han Tu will not be stupid enough to seek death; so the result is probably to maintain the status quo, and no one can take more advantage.

To be able to end the war smoothly and get a chance to breathe is already a great victory for the Hantu Kingdom; no matter who rules the Hantu next, the focus should be internal rather than external, recuperate as soon as possible, and integrate the previously divided seven. The city alliance is the top priority.

But for Clovis...or more precisely, the Southern Corps, the war was far from over.

Because at least in name, their enemy in this war is not the Empire at all, but the Iser Elves - as long as the Thirteenth Council and the Iser Elves do not surrender, or the Clovis Kingdom declares a truce, this war will be over. it's not finished yet!

Therefore, if Anson wants to gain the greatest benefit from this war... ah no, to make the most contribution, he must shift the domestic focus from the Iser elf to the empire, and then let the Iser elf king as soon as possible surrender.

Why did the Elf King Yisel surrender? This is obvious at a glance - the emperor will not surrender because of a small setback, and he probably won't admit that he lost the bet.

Considering that persimmons need to be squeezed softly, the burden of making world peace naturally falls on the shoulders of the Elf King Iser.

To achieve his ultimate goal, Anson believes he needs to do three things.

First, defeat the Imperial Expeditionary Force and make it known to the Clovis Kingdom;

Secondly, let the army of the Storm Division enter the border of the empire - this is no longer a simple passive beating, but a self-defense counterattack; in terms of public opinion, letting the army appear in the territory of the hostile country is also a great plus. .

Finally, force the elven king of Iser to surrender as soon as possible, so that the time to end the war on both sides is as close as possible; in this way, the keyword "defeat the empire" can be used to turn Hantu from a secondary battlefield into a main battlefield.

The first he has basically done, and the third he has confidence, or confidence in Major General Ludwig Franz.

So the problem is in the second link~www.readwn.com~ To be honest, I personally think it is not a good idea to provoke the empire at this time. "

Taking a sip of the room-temperature rum, Fabian said softly: "You did defeat the Imperial Expeditionary Force, and you won very beautifully - but this does not mean that the Empire will easily admit defeat."

"For the empire, they also need to maintain a certain degree of toughness now; the expedition's annihilation is one aspect, and the more important thing is to support the Iser elves. They have taken risks to offend the Church of Order, and this time should not be Give them more excitement... not to mention we've already won, haven't we?"

"Well..." An Sen frowned slightly, even if he was reluctant, he had to admit that what the other party said made sense.

In the current confrontation, the empire still has the upper hand. Once the other party really intends to win Hantu at all costs, whether or not they can win is the second thing.

Up to now, the army and the Privy Council can tolerate their own "nonsense", the most important reason is that they really don't care - as long as Hantu is not completely finished, and the imperial army appears outside Eagle Point, there is still room for manoeuvre. , no need to go to war.

So Anson has an alternative: "What do you think about the idea of ​​putting the prisoner exchange ceremony between the Empire and Han soil outside the summit tower, and then supervised by a 'neutral' storm division?"

Neutral oversight?

Fabian was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect to be able to do this at all - it was a real fight, and Anson Bach could still say that his Clovis was neutral in this vast war?

"Uh... well, it doesn't sound like a problem, but the Imperial Expeditionary Force... can they agree?"

"They will definitely agree!" Anson was very confident.

By the way, I apologize in advance to Louis Bernard from the bottom of my heart.