I Will Be The Crowned King

The main castle, the top floor of the fifth floor.

It was pitch black, not to mention the corridor. More than a hundred soldiers leaned against the wall and faced each other, hiding behind the tightly sealed wooden door. eyes - like a mouse hiding in a cave.

Outside the wooden door, there is a constant roar, mixed with the sound of torrential rain fighting and screaming;

Under the stairs, there is some unknown darkness lurking, strictly forbidden to enter;

And they are the mice that are caught between the two, and they are temporarily stealing their lives.

Mice... Looking at the expressions in the dark corridor that made them feel terribly frightened, Carl Bain couldn't help but sigh.

In his short and long military career memory, there has never been a battle as difficult as this one.

It was as if the whole world started to look different from the moment I bumped into Anson Bach in that foggy retreat—the jokes in the tavern, the rumors in the camp, all of a sudden appeared so real to me in front of you.

With an inferior cigarette in his mouth, Carl groped for a matchbox on his body, but he couldn't find it in his irritability.

"Snapped!"

A flash of fire suddenly lit up in the darkness, causing most of the soldiers in the corridor to look sideways.

The weak little flame trembled and approached the cigarette **** beside Carl's mouth, accompanied by a burst of choking smoke, the burning tobacco was a faint but attractive golden red.

"Captain Carl Bain..." The soldier holding a match carefully looked at Carl, who was breathing clouds.

"You said... Are we really not going down?"

"What's up?"

For the sake of the other party lighting him a cigarette, Carl, who was a little impatient, still looked at the suspicious-looking soldier.

"It's nothing! I just think it's a little dangerous." The soldier pursed his lips with a strange expression: "Why let us stay here, I mean... If it's really dangerous down there, say..."

"Soldier... I've also served in Clovis's army for many years, and I've fought more than a dozen battles, both big and small. Do you want to know the secret of how I can live to this day and become a captain?"

The soldier, who was interrupted and sprayed with smoke by Carl, suppressed his cough and nodded again and again.

"Just one." Carl raised his index finger at him:

"Don't say 'I think' - a vanguard like you will always be the first to die."

The frightened soldier shivered all over, and even the eyes around him avoided Carl's sight.

"When did you join the First Corps?" Looking at the frightened appearance of the other party, the corner of Karl's mouth, biting his cigarette butt, curved up: "The day the cavalry raided, or the day the artillery fort was repaired."

"I came with the cannons on the day the cannon was built." The soldier who answered truthfully had a slightly proud expression: "The cannon foundry that made these cannons is near my house, and I also worked as a porter in the workshop there! "

"Ah, that's no wonder." Carl nodded, then looked at the other party with a serious look:

"Listen, boy, I don't know why you came to be a soldier; but remember, the most important thing in an army is not to win the battle, nor to kill the enemy... but to survive!"

"As a soldier, you are to follow your commander steadfastly, while doing everything possible to ensure that you and your commander are both alive; in this way, you will sometimes lose, sometimes you will win, but as long as you are alive, you still have Lose—unlike the dead conquerors, who really didn't have to win."

"And very fortunately, you met a very special officer - Anson Bach, this guy is like a lunatic, and his plans are getting crazier; but every time there is a **** truth telling me, his way That's the way to live!"

Carl, who seemed to be choked by smoke, coughed twice in a row, but his eyes were extraordinarily ecstatic:

"Every time you think he's crazy, deliberately seeks death or even drags everyone to death, you never know how much preparation and consideration he has made behind those seemingly crazy plans."

"When the large army had already fled for their lives, he could make a group of soldiers who were about to be frightened to stand firm and defeat three times as many enemies; he even made the commander who wanted to shoot him change his mind and let thousands of people follow his instructions. Adjutant's plan to fight!"

"So no matter how you 'think', give me a good implementation of his orders and let this battle go on as he planned; because only in this way...is the most likely way for you to survive!"

"Besides, I'm not his adjutant!"

"Uh..." Looking at Karl's righteous expression, the soldier was a little confused:

"But I didn't ask that."

"Um?"

Carl was stunned for a moment, and stared at the soldier with a stunned expression between his cigarettes.

The innocent-eyed soldier nodded, not understanding what he meant at all.

Carl turned his head with a deep sigh and took a deep breath:

"...I'm reminding you to prevent you from actually asking."

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What is the most important thing about a plan?

Foresight? Targeted? feasibility? Binding?

Well, Anson thinks that each of these is important; but every time he makes a plan, he will force himself to make another illusion like a paranoid - the plan fails completely.

Then what should I do... to give up and die?

That's not his style.

Always have a preparatory plan, and always think about how to win a chance in the most complete defeat if you are killed or killed.

Just like a qualified copywriter, you must always be ready to face the whimsy of Party A, the unreasonable vexatiousness of your boss, and the crazy dumping of your colleagues; after being beaten back to the center again and again, you will start the next round of repetitions, and you will be indomitable. ,Stand firm.

The power of blood is Anson's preparatory plan.

After learning enough information about the power of blood from Louis Bernard, and after doing enough attempts, Anson could basically decide that his power of blood should be the type of "extreme conditions" that the opponent said.

In the most extreme case, this ability is most likely to be activated only in a state of "coma" or even "near death" or even "death".

Regarding this point, from the memory of "Former Anson", he probably found two pieces of evidence:

First of all, according to Louis Bernard, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Anson should have received enough training and initially awakened the power of blood; otherwise, he would not be able to perceive the power of blood in him, let alone know it. He is a gifted man;

Secondly, in the memory of "ex Ansen" inherited by Ansen, in addition to the relevant memory without the power of blood, he also lost all the memory of "ex Ansen" when he was killed - this is no coincidence.

So, Anson made an assumption—the condition for his bloodline power to be activated is "near death" or coma, his ability is resurrection, and the price is that he will lose the memory of a short period of time before turning on the bloodline power.

This can explain why he woke up with his body intact, with blood on the table and body, and a lead bullet stuck in his throat.

If this is the case, then in the face of desperation, as long as you find a way to avoid the fatal injury that will end immediately, you can at least gain a chance to turn around.

At the same time, considering that he will lose his memory, he must find a way to leave some key traces and evidence before he is killed to "tell" the resurrected self what to do.

Of course, all of this is just his own inference. Even if it is to test his ability, Anson will not be stupid enough to try to commit suicide; but as a last resort, it would be more appropriate.

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"Call—"

An Sen, who was lying in a pool of blood, suddenly opened his eyes, his big mouth was like a man who was about to drown, and he took a deep breath of air!

He... Anson... Anson Bach...

Come back to life!

The slightly trembling arm stretched out to his chest, as if it was still in pain, it felt like it was penetrated by a sharp blade, there was a piece of letter paper, and the blood that was almost soaked through the back of the paper was very scribbled and wrote a short paragraph:

【The plan is successful】