I Will Be The Crowned King

After a few minutes to calm himself down, Ludwig sighed:

"Tell me, how much do you have now... Forget it, what else do you need now?"

Ludwig, who originally wanted to ask "How sure are you", realized that it was stupid to ask this now, and it was useless except to shake his own confidence.

"There is only one." Anson whispered:

"To launch an attack in the middle of the rainstorm or at midnight, this tactic is basically a gamble; since it is a gamble, then just bet all the chips at once!"

After thinking for a while, Ludwig said, "What do you mean... now transfer the Grenadiers back?"

He was a little hesitant about this - it wasn't that he was reluctant, but it was really very difficult to make an army that was likely to finish half of the journey turn around suddenly on a rainy day and hurriedly marched back to the original path.

What's more, the safety of Oak Town is also very important. If you finally capture Thunder Fort but lose Oak Town, it will still not be a victory for the levies and Ludwig.

"The sooner the better, even if there is only one battalion, one company can come back!" An Sen nodded and said:

"Once the vanguard really broke through the gate of the fortress, the next battle would be hand-to-hand combat, meat grinder-style hand-to-hand combat and melee; this kind of battle requires the most morale, an artillery cover, and a sudden reinforcement can make both sides fight. Morale turned upside down!"

"As for Oak Town... There's no need to worry at all. Since the enemy chose to arson and loot, it proves that their forces are completely insufficient to occupy and control the entire town, otherwise Oak Town should have fallen long ago."

"You immediately send a light cavalry to deliver the letter. I believe that Lieutenant Colonel Roman who got the news must know better than me, which is more important, Thunder Fort or Oak Town!"

Ludwig, who pondered and hesitated for a moment, showed a determined expression on his face:

"Okay, I'll send someone out now, I hope I can make it in time."

"As for you, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, you should go to the forward artillery position immediately, let the first corps complete the assembly, and wait for the attack order!"

Anson immediately put his left hand behind his back, his right hand clenched a fist, and hammered it into his chest:

"Yes!"

Just as Anson was about to leave, Ludwig suddenly raised his hand to stop him:

"Wait a moment!"

An Sen, who immediately turned around, was very uneasy.

This archbishop's own son... Don't you suddenly cowardice again?

He paused and took a deep breath before looking at An Sen: "Take out your pocket watch and let me take a look."

Taking the old copper pocket watch handed over by An Sen, Ludwig skillfully opened the cover, and at the same time took out the enamel pocket watch in his arms. After comparing the two, he nodded slightly and returned the copper pocket watch to An Sen:

"Well, although the wear is serious, the time is the same. It seems that you have maintained it quite well. You don't need to adjust the time."

A little guilty, Anson put the pocket watch back in his jacket pocket.

"One o'clock."

Ludwig looked at Anson with incomparably resolute eyes and said, "Remember, launch a general attack at one o'clock in the morning."

"The artillery base will fire in the direction of the main entrance of the Thunder Fort at 1:15, with an interval of two rounds per minute for ten minutes; if the gate is not blasted open after ten minutes, or if the imperial army resists if……"

"I'll storm the front door and open the breach." An Sen whispered.

The interrupted Ludwig pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and said in an extremely relaxed tone: "Speaking of which, today is the last day of the ninety-ninth year of the saint's calendar, it is five o'clock in the afternoon, In eight hours it will be... the hundred years of the saint's calendar."

"Go, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, tonight's New Year's salute will be extra warm!"

Without wasting any more time, Anson, who left the camp, went straight to the forefront of the artillery fort.

Outside the camp, the besieged position that was swept away by the torrential rain in just a few hours had turned into a swamp. In the knee-deep muddy water, the soldiers carefully protecting their weapons curled up under the cover, wrapped in thin military uniforms that had been soaked by the rain, shivering.

The continuous heavy rain has even caused several low-lying positions to be flooded; soldiers who did not want to be drowned were forced to climb out of the trenches, risking heavy rain and being killed by artillery shells in the muddy wetlands. The tent was set up, and then again and again it was blown down by the whistling cold wind.

Several companies also tried to dig drainage ditches near the trenches to "rescue" it, but when the pouring rain turned the ditches they dug into mud puddles, no one tried this useless effort again.

Behind An Sen, who rushed all the way to the front position, he was followed by a few unfortunate people who were driven out by officers and were responsible for delivering food to their company. They were covered with large and small lunch boxes, and they also carried two full of hot soup in their hands. The cylinder, braved the heavy rain and struggled through the mud pit.

Even if all the food can be brought back to the camp safely, the steaming soup is probably already cold, and I don't know how much rain and silt got mixed in...

When Anson arrived on the ground, things were a little better than he expected.

Although the forward position next to the artillery fort also showed signs of rain pouring, it was only knee-high; a company whose campsite was flooded by the rain also had Carl Bain transferred to a higher artillery position for garrison.

In the tent emitting bursts of water vapor, Carl Bain frowned with a cigarette holder in his mouth, and tried to light a match with a match soaked in rain; Carl took a can from behind.

Karl, who tried several times but failed, threw away the match in annoyance. He inadvertently looked up and saw Anson, who was soaked all over, and was slightly taken aback:

"What happened?"

An Sen, who was still dripping with water, sighed and said:

"Notify all the soldiers of the First Corps to complete the assembly at the artillery position in half an hour, immediately."

Looking at Anson's face, Carl, who was stunned, hesitated for a long time before he tentatively said:

"immediately?"

"immediately."

Carl, who received a positive answer, stopped asking more questions. He lit a low-quality cigarette in the brazier, lowered his head and took a few puffs; the tent, which was not very spacious, soon began to smoke.

Just when Lisa, who was coughing repeatedly, was completely unbearable and was about to take revenge on him, Carl suddenly got up, stomped out the still burning cigarette butts, put his hands in the pockets of his military coat, and left the tent with a flat face.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to throw the big bag of cans left on the table into Lisa's arms.

In front of the warm brazier, there were only Anson, who was desperately trying to keep calm, and Lisa, who was blank and didn't know what was going on.

The pattering rain made this moment of tranquility seem extra serene.

Sitting next to the brazier, An Sen looked at the beating firelight~www.readwn.com~ He thought that the cold rain would calm him down, but now he felt unbearably hot all over his body.

He took out the pocket watch from his arms and opened the cover. The dark brown eyes on his expressionless face remained motionless, staring at the slowly moving pointer.

Lisa on the side stared at him blankly, as quiet as a ragdoll curled up in the corner.

At this moment, Anson was suddenly robbed of his pocket watch, and his empty right hand was stuffed with a full bottle of rum.

Um? !

Before he could react from his astonishment, the "muppet cat", who was so well-behaved just now, was already standing in front of him, grabbing his right hand, and directly stuffing the wine bottle into his mouth, the icy wine poured in like a thread of fire. Anson's throat.

"You...cough...cough...cough..."

Lisa, who had a serious expression, held the bottle tightly in her small hands, not letting it go until it was confirmed that it was completely emptied. Then she looked at Anson, who was curled up and coughing violently, with great concern:

"Do you feel better?"

"what?!"

An Sen, who almost choked to death, covered his chest and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"The way you were scared just now is the same as when Lisa came here." Lisa's eyes widened and she looked at Anson as a matter of course: "But as long as you fill your stomach, you won't be afraid anymore."

Oh, so that's the case, she is caring about me... An Sen's mouth warmed with a smile, and she looked curiously at the bag in her arms:

"If that's the case, why don't you give me two of your cans?"

Lisa, who was shaking all over, suddenly took two steps back, hid the canning bag behind her, and stared at him vigilantly:

"Don't even think about it!"

"..." Anson.