I Will Be The Crowned King

The icy iron boots trampled on the blood-soaked, fiery mud, and appeared uniformly at the end of the horizon.

The continuous roar was like a war drum beating the earth, like a muffled thunder that burst open from the dome.

Under the sun at noon, hundreds of the banners of the Ring of Order were fully unfolded in the dense infantry phalanx. With the hoarse slogans, the hurried and cheerful sound of war drums rang out to the thirteen-star ring flags. The Confederate Supreme Council is approaching.

"he came."

Louis Bernard's expression was a bit complicated, his eyes quickly swept to the direction where the Arthur Herid Crusaders appeared, and after a little thought, he decisively issued an order: "Let the 4,000 people of the Long Lake Town Militia Regiment go up, not allowed. The enemy is approaching our flank to join the Ludwig Legion that is besieging the High Council!"

"Yes!" The cuirassier knight standing beside him saluted his chest, but his face was a little embarrassed: "Lord Louis, will the militia of Changhu Town be less, or else they will be recruited from the Sail City Legion. Bring in a regiment or two of infantry, just in case... accidents."

He originally wanted to say that when these militiamen were overwhelmed, it would be very troublesome for deserters to flood into the position, so it would be better to send some of their own people to serve as supervisors; it was just that the headquarters of the Supreme Council not only included Sail City and Storm Legion, but also other high-ranking colonial leaders. , had to change the word for a more euphemism.

"There's no need for that."

Louis shook his head: "Just slow down the speed of the opposing attack a little bit, and give us time to repel the Ludwig Army—what's the problem?"

"No, no more!"

"Let's go then!"

"Yes!"

Perhaps it was motivated by the Storm Legion who recaptured the Beluga Harbor headquarters in just four hours, or perhaps out of heartfelt hatred, the 4,000-strong Long Lake Town Militia quickly moved outside the Supreme Council position. The city assembled and launched a counter-charge towards the slowly advancing Arthur Corps.

In the choking billowing smoke, the militiamen wearing absolutely inconsistent military uniforms and carrying various equipment rushed forward in a Clovis-style column. The jihadist army, which was still advancing slowly, raised its pitch-black muzzle.

"Aim-ready-release!"

"boom-!!"

Hundreds of buckshots started uninterrupted, and rows and rows rained down on the dense phalanx of the jihadist army. The soldiers standing in the front row fell sporadically, and the soldiers in the back row quickly followed to fill up. Vacancy, never let the formation appear a little scattered.

At the same time, the left and right flanks, which were still charging, also stopped, and the fast advancing column also became a messy, messy but basically unfolded line, just enough to cover the Arthur Hered Legion. the entire front.

This is also the result of the colonial militia's training in Beluga Harbor... There is still a gap between the real Clovis standing army being able to quickly change between line columns, but for a group of militiamen, this is almost their limit.

Facing a formidable enemy whose strength was two or three times his own, the militia commander of Changhu Town, whose face was extremely pale, drew out his saber and gave the order again with a sharp voice that had changed:

"Aim-ready-release!"

"boom--!!"

Almost at the same time, the jihadist army and the Changhu Town militia pulled the trigger together. Thousands of lead bullets ripped through the air within a distance of less than 100 meters, smashed through the skull, smashed the chest... Under the gushing smoke, In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood turned into cold corpses, standing upright in the pool of blood of themselves and Paoze.

"The ring of order is on, who ordered the shooting?!"

Looking at the smoke rising in front of the front line, Arthur Herrid, who was dragged from his horse by the guards, was still complaining: "How many times have I said it, charge, let all the soldiers charge with bayonets, and keep going. Until I get to Louis Bernard, I'm going to duel him...&@#￥&!!"

"This is not an order from the commander of the army, it's just plain complaining!" The stunned guard covered his mouth and hurriedly stopped the messenger next to him: "Report to the officers and knights on the front line, continue to follow the instructions. Now the rhythm is moving closer to the Supreme Council, and the disobedients will be shot on the spot!"

Facing the guard's almost killing gaze, the dozen or so messengers didn't dare to stop for a moment. , Little by little, the Changhu Town militiamen who came to block them pressed on.

Slightly different from the ordinary imperial army, the Arthur Herrid Legion has significantly improved the configuration of skirmishers; with battalions as a unit, a small number of skirmishers are arranged in the front and rear and left and right gaps of each square, well-equipped. Rifled gun. Fire freely while following the movement of the Phalanx.

At the same time, a large number of artillery companies and cavalry artillery, equipped with three-pounder light guns, moved quickly on the flanks, arranged artillery positions at an astonishing speed, and fired at the center of the line of the colonial militia.

This is the lesson Bernard Morwes has learned since his last defeat: less sluggish and cumbersome heavy artillery for more manoeuvrable light artillery to increase infantry firepower, while adding a certain percentage of skirmishers to the army .

Compared with the previous heavy artillery positions that were constantly increasing the number of line troops and could not move once the battle started, this lineup was obviously more suitable for supply difficulties. There were hardly any decent troops in the new world, but it was obviously difficult to attack the fortress.

"Boom-boom-boom-!!"

The light artillery on the left and right flanks of the Arthur Crusaders fired rapidly. The central front of the militia in Longhu Town, which was focused on fire, was like a town after a hurricane. The welcome to the baptism of the roaring artillery fire.

With flesh and blood flying, the militiamen in Changhu Town relied on their anger at the jihadist army not to flee, and they could no longer remain indifferent... The militia commander who climbed out of the pile of corpses took the half-sabre and issued the order. Command to charge.

"Thirteen Colonies!"

The hoarse roar sounded in the militia line, and soon there were more voices responding, gradually from the flashing meteors, converging into the Milky Way.

"The Thirteen Colonies—!!"

Without any gorgeous rhetoric, passionate speeches, just the 13-star ring flag fluttering behind them is enough to make them put down their fear of life and fear of death, and rush to the enemy who is several times larger than themselves.

The Mujahideen Army stopped its advance in an orderly manner. The front row troops began to use bayonets, the skirmishers retreated, and the infantry in the rear row filled the gap, gradually opening the two repeatedly staggered lines.

thump—

The moment the militiamen in Changhu Town dashed into the front of the jihadist army without fear of death, they immediately saw what a real, professional army is:

The staggered step-by-step line allows the front phalanx to fight head-to-head with the enemy, while the rear phalanx can still continue to fire from the gaps between the phalanxes to suppress the attack; the light artillery on both wings quickly maneuvers to the new cannon. position, cross-fire, and continue to bombard the center and rear of the militia front in Changhu Town.

In just ten minutes, several rounds of artillery fire came down, and the line in Changhu Town was about to collapse... The soldiers were still gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, stepping on the bodies of their companions and continuing to charge. However, the disintegration of the offensive and the disintegration of the organization caused by the heavy casualties caused them to be pushed back little by little.

In the headquarters of the Supreme Council, all the Confederates who saw this scene fell into silence... Not only the terrifying combat power of the Mujahideen Army, but also the morale of Long Lake Town's unstoppable battle.

Especially Red Hand Bay Speaker Pete Chatham... As an opponent, he can't be more clear about what Long Lake Town is and what level it is; Qun and Red Hand Bay have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, but they can actually do this.

"Sir, let me go."

The breastplate knight who had suspected Longhu Town before stood up with guilt written on his face: "Give me two... No, an infantry regiment, I'll take them to retreat!"

Before he finished speaking, the knight had already hurriedly walked out impatiently. The fighting spirit exuded from his body made others subconsciously make way for him, silently watching his back.

"Stop."

The young knight who didn't look back said coldly, stopping the knight's generous steps to die. He stopped in front of the door in shock and looked back suddenly, with a face full of disbelief: "Sir?!"

"The Sail City Legion... and the rest of the New World Legion who have not yet participated in the battle are all on standby, ready to launch a counterattack against the two legions of Ludwig and Fernando."

Louis, who did not change his face, put down the binoculars in his hand: "We cannot let the blood of Changhu Town die in vain, we must seize this opportunity and suppress the jihadist army within the town, in order to grasp the absolute initiative in this battle and let the enemy The absolute superiority of the troops cannot be exerted.”

"That's it! If the other two crusades that are invading Longhu Town really enter the battlefield at the most critical moment, we will have the strength to fight even one battle!" The young knight turned to his side and looked around:

"I said, I want each of you to come up with the level of fishermen who face blood and death, and resolutely and strictly implement every order made by the staff."

"Now I have done it, the Storm Legion has done it, the Shooting Corps has done it, and Long Lake Town has done it too... How about you?"

A dead silence.

Louis didn't say any more, turned around indifferently, and kept his gaze fixed on the direction of the Arthur Hereid Legion.

More precisely, someone.

He actually knows very well that the only thing that idiot wants to do is probably to find himself, and then continue the duel that he failed to complete before; as for the holy war, the belief in the ring of order, the glory of the empire and the royal family of Herid... It doesn't matter to him at all. important, or that there is no such concept at all.

Unfortunately, I will never satisfy him.

As long as he grasps his only weakness, the jihadist army of at least 10,000 people can be pinned down, and the 4,000-strong Changhu Town militia can make them immobile, while the New World Army can take the opportunity to counterattack across the board without worrying about the flanks... This is something that no amount of strategic deployment can do.

"Report! The Storm Legion has arrived at the predetermined position and is cooperating with the defenders of the shooting camp to attack the Fernando Legion! The enemy artillery positions have been destroyed, and they are preparing to block the retreating enemy troops!"

"understood."

Louis nodded, but stared straight at the cuirassier knight who was still standing in front of the door: "How long will it take for the Sail City Legion to move?"

"Fifteen... No, ten minutes!" The knight gritted his teeth: "Give me ten minutes, and the entire army will assemble and stand by for a full-scale counterattack!"

"Very good, I'll give you twenty minutes." Louis nodded slightly: "The hussars and cuirassiers are the forerunners, storming the flanks of the Ludwig Legion, and let them get out of the battlefield immediately, as far as possible!"

"Follow the order—!!"

The roaring knight strode out of the headquarters, and Louis, who watched him leave, picked up the saber on the map table and took a deep breath:

"Everyone, this is the end of the defensive battle. Now it's our turn to attack - let's move forward, for the Free Confederation, for the Thirteen Colonies, and for the New World."

The voice fell, and Louis, who had a calm face, silently walked out of the headquarters; half a minute later, a thunderous roar exploded in the small room:

"The Thirteen Colonies—!!"

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At the same time as the excitement within the New World Legion, the **** battle on the flank of the Supreme Council is coming to an end. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Although the Changhu Town militia had really shown the courage to fight to the death, they were still defeated under the disparity in numbers, firepower and quality. In the ocean, the rest was forcibly pushed like sand, gradually driven out of the battlefield.

Excited Arthur Hereid even went into battle himself, leading his elite grenadiers and cuirassiers to attack; in front of this human-shaped artillery, any **** bravery had nothing but blood in the literal sense. meaningless.

At the most intense juncture of the battle, in order to break the line of defense as soon as possible, the jihadist army even directly pulled the cannon to a position less than 100 meters away from the enemy, and shot twice the charge quickly. The shells were all aimed at the feet and thighs of the militiamen in Changhu Town. .

But it was at this time that Arthur Herrede, who had been victorious in his hopes of getting his wish, got an amazing news-Louis Bernard, he was no longer here!

"Then where is he?!"

"exist…"

Facing the fiery gaze of the legionnaire, feeling the murderous gaze of the guards behind the legionnaire, the skirmisher who got the information from the prisoner swallowed hard: "He is leading the elite legion he brought from Sail City, ready to cooperate. Another colonial rebel, flanking the Fernando Legion!"

"My lord, victory is at hand! Or we still..."

"Don't say it, the whole army listens to my orders!"

Arthur raised his hand sharply and stopped the guard who wanted to dissuade him: "Turn the direction and rescue the Fernando Corps!"