I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (!

The battle was over when Carl Bain, who was about to collapse, and half of Stormmaster Lee, who was also exhausted, finally arrived outside the city of Black Reef Harbor.

No one could have imagined that in the face of the already crumbling Black Reef Port defense line, and the flank raids of infantry with less than a thousand people, the counter-insurgency army, which still had thousands of elite legions and more than 20 artillery pieces, retreated in a hurry. The speed was so fast that even the storm division was dumbfounded.

But for Bernard Morwes himself, he didn't really have a choice.

The first was the flank of the advance army, followed by three infantry regiments mired in the quagmire of the main battlefield on the western front, and the attack and retreat route was blocked by cross artillery. Finally, the storm division reinforcements were close at hand, and the advance army launched a surprise...

But these are not the most important reasons.

The last straw that broke the camel was the sudden escape of the cuirassier battalion!

This not only took away Bernard's most elite and most "loyal" troops, but also took away half a hussar regiment plus two infantry regiments, resulting in the complete exposure of the army's flanks.

If Bernard made a desperate all-out attack at this time, the heavy casualties would be secondary. In case the attack was setback, he would let the advance army attack his flank and artillery positions recklessly, and then the Clovis reinforcements would copy the back path...

Under the balance of right and left, the Colonial Minister resolutely chose to retreat - to keep the vital artillery regiment, four still intact infantry regiments and half a hussar regiment, while taking all the representatives of the local property owners present as hostages.

With these capitals, he is still the Colonial Governor; if he puts all the stakes on a victory, he won't gain anything if he wins.

In order to ensure that they were not pursued by the Storm Division—or simply forgotten—Bernard did not send any signal to the Western Front as they retreated, and the three regiments of more than 2,000 Imperial line infantry were treated as outcasts, under fire. It was inextricable from the defenders of the Black Reef Harbor on the hillside positions that lasted for a long time.

They were unaware of their own situation, and full of hopes for reinforcements and artillery support, relying on the positions and fortifications they had already occupied, they deployed layer by layer, and fought with Alexei, who launched the counter-offensive, one position at a time.

If the surface fortifications are destroyed, they will hide in the "fox trenches" smashed by shells to shoot cold guns; if the trenches can no longer be defended, they will throw down grenades or ignite the ammunition box of the fuze after retreating; , when the defenders rush up, pull out the bayonet and fight meleely...

Alexei, who was full of thinking that his moment of glory was finally coming, almost turned the counterattack into a counterattack, and even he was ambushed and attacked by three cold guns, five imperial soldiers with bayonets and grenades on their bodies.

If it weren't for the power of the bloodline, he might have been bombed to the sky with his hapless adjutant.

Until the raiding vanguard was blocked by the cuirassiers and forced to retreat to the western front, replacing the golden irises with blood-colored unicorns, the desperate imperial line infantry finally raised their hands and surrendered.

At 16:50, when Carl finally arrived at Black Reef Harbor, who was determined to die, just in time to clean up the battlefield after the war; more than 2,000 starving Storm Division soldiers were inexplicably caught by colleagues of the advance army as coolies. , to clean up the ruins that had been blown up by the Empire.

"...So strictly speaking, Bernard and his army were not routed, but frightened away—and frightened themselves away?"

With a cigarette **** at the corner of his mouth and his feet soaked in the hot water basin, Carl Bain leaned on the bed and said weakly, "Otherwise, even if we arrive in time, Black Reef Harbor might be finished?"

"nonsense!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alexei, the commander-in-chief of the advance army, agreed with the Chief of Staff's reasonable and well-founded analysis and judgment—with 10,000 blank eyes:

"The Black Reef Port and the Storm Division all who can carry guns add up to just over 10,000. On the opposite side is the 10,000-strong Imperial Army plus several thousand servants, with cavalry and artillery, experienced and high morale, what do you want us to take? beat?!"

"I think you asked the wrong person about this question." Carl snorted a few times, fumbling back and forth around the bedside table with his right hand:

"It's not me who made this 'perfect plan', and... um, what's with the injury on your left shoulder, I remember that your bloodline power is not..."

"I don't want to answer this!"

Alexey waved his hand and said in a irritable tone: "Can we talk about something else? For example, how did you suddenly decide to leave the baggage behind and rush to save us - the entire Black Reef Harbor is blocked by the Empire, you should have No news yet?"

As soon as the words fell, Carl, who was lying on the bed, froze for a moment, and his right hand, who was fumbling around, also stopped in mid-air.

Looking at his face that seemed to be petrified, Alexei suddenly had a certain understanding:

"You don't want to talk about this either?"

Carl didn't answer, just silently turned his eyes to one side.

So Alexei also tacitly avoided talking.

"Speaking of... what should I do next?" Carl changed the question again:

"The empire was defeated, but it was not completely defeated - if the information of the "big victory" of Black Reef Harbor was spread to the ears of the people in the Confederacy in the rear, they would definitely be excited and want to take the sailing city tomorrow, right?"

"But if you don't take this opportunity to pursue and give the enemy a chance to breathe, it's almost the limit to recover Grey Pigeon Castle before winter under the current situation. How can you completely drive the imperial people out of the new world?"

"I don't know, you asked the wrong person too."

Alexey sighed: "You are the one who has been with the commander-in-chief for the longest time among all of us, and you must know more about his habits-the perfect plan in his mouth is basically the same as that "Eagle" unless it comes to the last minute. "The Battle of the Corner City" is as fantastical."

"So he really said that?" Carl was keenly aware of something and raised his head suddenly.

"I mentioned it once when I was robbing the pirate ship, so I don't have to worry, Yangfan City has someone else to solve it; as for who, why, and why, I didn't say anything at all." He twitched the corners of his mouth impatiently:

"I said, can you talk about some questions that I can answer clearly?"

"Okay."

"Tell me, I must know everything."

"Just one—where did you hide the wine?"

"...I've finished drinking it early, you alcoholic chief of staff have to take me? In the cabinet next to it is the commander-in-chief's stock!"

"You think I don't know? Miss Talia was taken away when she came - four bottles of golden rum! Four bottles, is he going to take this for a bath?!"

The two aggrieved men glared at each other, finally sighing, and slumped back, completely unconscious.

………………

Lying reclining on the bed, Anson with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth held a glass of iced golden rum, and his body and mind were in a state of great relaxation.

And some subordinates who didn't ask anyone, no one asked, and could only express jealousy verbally. As the commander-in-chief, he has a great measure and doesn't care at all - especially after taking a hot bath and lying on the bed. While drinking a small drink on the bed already made.

This is called enjoyment, this is like life.

Probably because it was too comfortable, Anson even had the urge to write a diary, but considering that such a boring daily life probably nobody likes to read, so he gave up decisively.

And more importantly...who wants to bother writing something while lying in bed drinking wine, listening to the crackling sound of the fireplace looking out the window, and looking forward to dinner?

At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was hope in his life, the world was endowed with meaning, existence proved existence, and everything was so prosperous, full of vigor and vitality, and sweet.

"Anson, have dinner~"

Accompanied by the elegant Jiaoxiang, a gentle and cute voice sounded from the door; someone who had just collapsed into a pile of mud quickly got up, quickly put the wine glass on the head of the bed, and pretended to cough deeply:

"Please come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Talia, who was wearing a long pale yellow silk dress and her long hair, walked into the room with a dinner plate; she glanced at the empty wine glasses on the bedside table, and then at the weak face, from the inside to the outside. Anson, who was a little tired, still smiled:

"You feel better?"

"Cough cough cough... it's much better."

After deliberately coughing a few more times, Anson complained slightly in a tired tone: "And I've said it before, I'm not sick or injured, I'm just a little tired."

"Tiredness... is a spellcaster's worst enemy, especially when you have not yet become a Blasphemer Mage and still have to make your existence follow the will of the world." Talia shook her head slightly, with a bit of toughness in her tenderness:

"And Talia is Anson's fiancee. It is Talia's duty to help Anson recover his physical strength and spirit from the exhaustion of the day as soon as possible."

"The most important thing is that dinner is ready, don't you want to taste it?"

Faced with such a sincere invitation from the girl, Anson certainly could not refuse.

Swallowing his throat lightly, he couldn't wait for Talia to put down the plate, and he tried to swipe his gaze to the dazzling array of delicacy visible to the naked eye...

"what is this?"

Raising his head expressionlessly, An Sen pointed to the dazzling array of dishes on the table on the bed.

"Dear Anson, this is your dinner." Talia still smiled:

"Not satisfied?"

"It doesn't matter if you're satisfied or not, it's mainly... It's shocking!" Anson paused, then nodded solemnly:

"Can I know who did this?"

"Well...you can guess."

The smiling Talia did not look back, but her eyes kept pointing to Anson in the direction of the door: "But what Talia must say is that Talia did not give any help during the whole process, just for this Delicious food provides a little...theoretical guidance."

"And these delicacies are also the result of the other party's learning after a lot of practice; if dear Anson cannot give a fair and objective evaluation, he will leave an indelible mark on a little soul who is enthusiastic about devouring food. trauma."

Before he finished speaking, a certain figure hiding behind the door trembled slightly, and hid behind the wall with standard tactical moves.

So he suddenly realized that he immediately changed his rhetoric: "Then dear Talia, can I trouble you to introduce me to today's dinner?"

"It's an honor, which one does Anson plan to start with?"

"Let's start with... soup."

After hesitating for a second, Anson pointed to the pool of liquid and colorful magazines on the plate in front of him, and the colorful grease was even more impressive.

"It's pumpkin and carrot bisque."

Without hesitation, the girl put her finger in front of the other plate, pointing to the red-brown mixed with a slightly burnt fragrance inside, "As an appetizer, it is rich in nutrients and rich in nutrients. The dual characteristics of stimulating the taste buds can give dear Anson a good appetite."

"Pumpkin...carrot...soup." Anson said word by word, unable to help but exclaim in a heartfelt voice:

"It turns out that it's really an excellent idea, but it's a little too... thick."

Touching it with the spoon, he was surprised to find that this thing was still "sounding", with a crisp and pleasant sound of "Ding! Ding!" as it collided with the tableware.

"And that's where it's most outstanding - to make the soup as thick as possible, or to give dear Anson more food, the makers put ten times as many vegetables in the soup." Tully Ya smiled slightly, and turned to the plate of "liquid" that Anson pointed to at the beginning:

"Let's move on to the other entrees, such as this beef brisket stew."

"Beef soup stew... kebab?"

"Cut the best beef into minced meat, simmer it with crushed bones, add parsley, black pepper, small onion, salt - to ensure its natural flavor, there is no cleaning process before placing it in the pot , including meat."

"When the soup is about to boil, add the slightly charred pork slices to add some other flavor to the thick soup."

Talia paused specially, and said in a very emotional tone: "In order to ensure that it is absolutely impossible to make raw food, this pot of stew has been boiled for a long time, so that even the juice was almost completely dried out in the end, and I had to Add more ingredients... Now the liquid on the plate is basically a mixture of blood and grease."

Gollum!

An Sen's throat twitched hard, and his eyes gradually turned to the other side: "Then this..."

"That's dessert." Talia kept smiling intently:

"Sour cream with canned fruit - originally only intended for canned yellow peaches~www.readwn.com~, but in the end, in order to take care of the tired Anson, apples, pears, beef and a unique local nut were specially added."

"Finally, I was worried that Anson couldn't eat cold food, so he heated it up again."

Anson's throat twitched even more.

"These are just soups, mains and desserts - then there are four main dishes and eight small dishes, all for dear Anson alone."

Talia touched the golden rum bottle from the bedside table, poured a full glass and handed it over: "So, my dear Anson..."

"Let's eat."

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