I Will Be The Crowned King

In the territory of the Clovis Kingdom, Thunder Fort is just a backcountry that is not worth mentioning.

She originally belonged to a local country noble, and in the expansion of the Iron Cavalry of the Kingdom of Clovis, she became one of the gates to the southern road; in order to facilitate the transportation of materials, she was built from a dilapidated stone and wood building into a A real fortress.

In the past hundred years, due to the continuous expansion of the territory of the Clovis Kingdom, no one has ever thought that this barren land has any value worthy of occupation; and no one has paid attention to the hills and mountains on the east and west sides of it, and the woods. Central fertile soil covered by fields.

Until this war... Until this moment, her true extraordinary charm was discovered.

When the Kingdom of Clovis was faced with the fear of being attacked on three sides, he suddenly realized that this small Thunder Fort is the only passage connecting the central province and the southern part of the country!

Once this place is captured, it means that the capital will temporarily lose contact with the southern army, and it will cut off the important supply line for the army to fight!

In the fog-filled siege position, Sir Louis Bernard looked at the Thunder Fort, which was shrouded in fog behind him; behind him, the iris banner of the Herid Empire was hunting in the cold wind.

The bright golden hair was tied into a short ponytail at the back of the head, and the clear eyes were pressed under the dark blue triangle hat, the military uniform of the same color, the gun at the waist and the knight's saber in his hand, so that the slightly slender The figure is more heroic.

"grown ups!"

An imperial officer came hurriedly and knelt down on one knee at a distance of four or five steps.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the young knight turned his head sideways, and with a tender and delicate face, this knightly style was swept away.

"Well, did you find anything?"

"Nothing." The officer shook his head:

"We searched all the forward positions and tried to push in a deeper direction, but there was no sign of resistance except for the Clovis army, which was encountered and routed at the beginning."

"No!" The officer immediately corrected: "Except for a very small number of deserters, we have never encountered a large-scale Clovis army; they seemed to have suddenly abandoned their positions and left in the thick of fog."

"What about the position, is there anything suspicious?" the young knight asked.

The officer still shook his head: "Guns, ammunition, reserves are everywhere, and there are daily necessities for soldiers and officers in several camps - they did not retreat in advance, but were suddenly ordered to leave."

Looking at the unbelievable expression on the officer's face, Louis Bernard was equally astonished, and the current battle situation was beyond his comprehension.

Originally thought to be extremely dangerous, and destined to suffer heavy casualties in order to gain a glimmer of hope, it turned into a hearty victory in which the enemy ran away as soon as they met.

Could it be that he really defeated the Clovis army, which was several times stronger than himself, with only one raid, without even encountering any decent resistance?

But the truth in front of him now told him that it was the truth.

It wasn't a dream, there were no traps, and there was no ambush in sight. The enemy really retreated!

The entire position, plus the weapons and ammunition abandoned by the enemy, logistical supplies... Now, all of them are his spoils!

The extremely absurd "victory" left Louis without the slightest sense of reality, and he couldn't feel the joy of victory at all... He "won" before he even fought.

Could it be that the enemy took the opportunity to capture Thunder Fort?

In the next second, the young knight immediately abandoned this absurd idea - there were still more than half of the defenders in the fortress, and it was impossible for the enemy to bypass him, and in such a short period of time, he quietly captured the Thunder Fort.

The Clovis... what are they trying to do? !

Louis Bernard was confused, and his inner doubt made him want to be more cautious and thoroughly understand the situation, but time did not allow him to drag on any longer.

He took out a gold-plated pocket watch from inside his jacket and lightly opened the flap with the iris pattern embossed. The short pure gold needle on the enamel mirror driven by large and small gears had already passed the "six" and approached the "seven" with an irresistible momentum. "The core position.

Can't wait any longer, it's almost the appointed time... The young knight put away his pocket watch gently, and turned his eyes to the officer behind him who was anxiously waiting for an order.

Just as he was about to give an order to retreat and clear the battlefield at the same time, Louis, who suddenly thought of something, suddenly looked up at the rear of the siege position.

Wait, if the enemy retreats across the board, doesn't that mean...

"Where is the search now?!"

"what?"

The frightened officer looked at the young knight who was a little excited for some reason, and said in a panic, "I have already searched the entire forward position, and I am heading for the further rear..."

"No, no more searching, no need to sweep the battlefield, let the whole army gather here!" Louis steals: "Immediately! Immediately! Now!"

"Ah... as ordered!"

Looking at the back of the officer leaving in a panic, Louis Bernard pursed the corners of his mouth to restrain his inner impulse, and his handsome cheeks became hot.

Maybe, maybe I really found it...

One hit hits the key, and the Kingdom of Clovis surrenders obediently... The possibility of ending this war!

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In the artillery base, Anson, who was squatting in the corner, used a piece of cloth he picked up to wipe the transmitter groove of the Leopold rifle in his hand; after confirming that there was no dust, he locked the bolt and pulled out the muzzle. The lower clearing began to clear the barrel.

When you are nervous, find something to do to calm yourself down as soon as possible.

"You really like it."

Carl Bain, who approached, looked at Anson angrily - it was clearly this guy's idea to defend the position, and as a result, the defense deployment and the distribution of ammunition were all done by himself:

"Is this breech gun so good?"

"It's not a word to describe it."

Putting away the bulletin, Anson muttered to himself, looking at the bolt with a metallic luster on the right side of the bolt, completely ignoring Carl's dismissive gaze.

The breech bolt-action rifle is good, how can you say it clearly in one sentence?

Of course, Anson is also very aware of how many problems there are with the "Leopold Rifle" in his hand - the recoil force is not small, the shot is not tightly closed, and the ammunition must be paper shell fixed-loading ammunition...

But it greatly simplifies the shooting process, and the rate of fire can reach five rounds per minute!

that's enough!

For this alone, it can greatly improve its chances of survival on the battlefield.

Looking at the rifle in his hand, he associates the cognition of this era in his memory: the steel-making factory with many chimneys, the roaring steam machinery, the difference engine that appeared in the college textbook, the clipper sailing to the unknown distance...

Whenever he thinks of this, Anson feels that his future still has a bright future.

As long as he can return to the capital alive, a perfect resume of a military academy graduate can allow him to travel anywhere without hindrance - of course, the premise is not to be a deserter, and not to be discovered by some of his "hobbies" .

Carl Bain on the side rolled his eyes, sighed and sat down: "I'll ask you one last time, Captain Anson Bach, what is the success rate of your plan?"

"Or if I ask another way, how many people have to die to make the rest alive?"

Inserting the thread, Anson put away his rifle: "I can't say absolutely, but there should be two possibilities."

"The first is that the enemy didn't think much about it - their goal was to break through the siege and ask for help, and attacking the siege position was a helpless move to attract firepower; now the breakout is definitely a success, and it's already a big profit at this point.

If the enemy commander does not want to expand the results, or is worried about suffering too many casualties, he may give up after a brief fire with us and withdraw to Fort Thunder. "

Speaking of which, Anson couldn't help sighing: "I especially hope this is the case."

Carl nodded and waited for him to speak.

"The second, as we said before - the enemy will do everything in their power to capture the artillery position." Anson pointed to the surroundings and smiled at Carl:

"And, there is good news."

"good news?"

"Yes, didn't you notice that this fog... is about to disperse?"

Carl frowned, what good news is this. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"When the fog clears, don't the imperial scum in the fortress dare to fire a cannon? Don't you have to worry about blowing up your own people?"

"Yes, when the fog clears, the enemy will dare to fire." Loren nodded with a smile:

"When the enemy fires artillery, they will be noticed by the main force that has just withdrawn and did not run far; if the main force is aware of it, they will know that the position has not been lost; if the position is not lost, they will organize a counterattack to regain the position; that is to say..."

"Are there reinforcements to save us?!"

Carl looked surprised.

"I hope so."

An Sen raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes became very sharp: "As long as they come back to their senses, they find that the enemy is only the scum of more than a thousand empires; as long as they have one person, they dare not take the charge of losing their positions..."

Then no matter what, they must come to save their own people... The two of them said silently in their hearts at the same time.

The next second, An Sen, who had restrained his expression, took out a brass pocket watch from his jacket pocket. The rusted hands swayed desperately, and then stopped at the very center of "Six".

Looking at the dial full of scratches and wear marks, Anson's face showed a hint of helplessness:

"Of course, before that..."

"boom-!"

Gunshots rang out in the thick fog, and a private who had leaned out of the trench screamed and fell from the parapet, clutching his chest with his right hand.

This sound seemed to be some kind of signal - scattered but rapid footsteps sounded immediately on the fog-shrouded battlefield, and scattered gunfire began to flicker in the fog.

The startled trumpeter immediately blew the bugle, and the rapid note ripped apart the dead silence of the artillery fort.

"Papa."

Anson closed the cover and put the copper pocket watch back into the inner pocket of the military uniform:

"You have to win this battle first!"