In the Name of the Queen

"General Good Johnson, what else do you have to say about the current war situation?"

The burly King of Oden, Sven VII, raised his whip and pointed at Helensburg, which was crumbling in the wild flood, with a proud expression.

He certainly had reason to be proud.

Before the war began, the first general of the kingdom, Good Johnson, who had always been mature and steady, was suddenly ill and desperately opposed to launching a war.

The old general's reason was simple, the Sussex Empire was very strong.

This reason made Sven VII very uncomfortable.

Very strong, right?

The Odin Empire was stronger than the Sussex Empire now, so what?

The Sussex Empire was strong in the navy, and their army was of course also very powerful, but how many troops could be deployed across the strait?

It was okay to bully a weak country like the Bargash Emirate across the sea, but it was very difficult to defeat a small and strong country like Oden across the sea.

What's more, the Kingdom of Oden was not fighting alone.

He had someone behind him.

Even if the Sussex Empire can defeat the Kingdom of Oden across the sea, it is impossible to defeat the military power of the Rodinia continent.

Moreover, no matter how powerful the Sussex Empire is, what does it have to do with the three overseas provinces?

The Sussex Empire Cabinet and the Queen are in opposition to each other, and not adding insult to injury is considered merciful.

No, they are already adding insult to injury.

After the declaration of war was copied to the Sussex Empire, the Cabinet accepted it without hesitation, but only sent a fleet to block the coast, and did not send a single soldier to support the three overseas provinces.

Not only that, the Cabinet also urged Queen Sylph to return to the imperial capital as soon as possible and not stay in dangerous areas.

The Sussex Cabinet's actions seem to protect the Queen, but in fact they are telling everyone that if you want to deal with Sylph, go quickly, we don't care.

The Kingdom of Oden certainly does not have the courage to take the initiative to go to war with the Sussex Empire, but it still has the courage to deal with the three overseas provinces with the support of other major powers, and it is very big.

As long as he takes the three overseas provinces, he can get the coveted Hansa Province and the Gill Canal.

The other two smaller provinces will be divided up by his backers behind the scenes.

The three parties will sign a blood alliance on the corpses of the three overseas provinces with the blood of the empire.

The basis of all this is that the Kingdom of Oden has taken over the Hansa and other provinces.

Although the mastermind behind the scenes can fully support him with military expenses, weapons and even tens of thousands of elite "mercenaries", it is not easy to end it directly.

That's enough!

Now Sven VII has 170,000 troops and is very inflated.

Let alone the three Hansa provinces, even if the Sussex Empire sends tens of thousands of people across the sea, what's the matter?

He even longs for the Sussex Empire to do so.

This is a chaotic era. If the Kingdom of Oden wants to rise, it must step on the corpse of the old guy to rise.

Seizing the Hansa provinces, driving away the empress of the empire, and killing the governor of the empire, such merits are enough to establish a powerful northern kingdom, and even form an offensive and defensive alliance with the more northern territories across the sea with prestige.

Sven VII's eyes drifted into the distance.

He didn't even want to look at Helensburg.

His goal was not even Hansa City, but a place farther away.

If he could expand the kingdom's territory several times, even the title of emperor would not be impossible.

Good, the old man, was too cautious. He must now let the old man understand what the enthusiasm and strength of young people are.

He looked at Good Johnson expectantly, waiting for the old general's affirmation, and then took the opportunity to play a good show of the monarch and his subjects reconciling their past grievances for others to see.

He wanted to show these people his tolerant side.

Good Johnson looked at Sven VII, who was full of expectations, and suddenly felt a little tired.

Tired of heart.

The Sussex Empire is the world's number one power. Although it has been surpassed by the Vladimir Empire in recent years, it is not an existence that the Oden Kingdom can touch.

Under the instigation of some major powers, actively provoking the empire, no matter what the outcome of the war is, the Oden Kingdom will not end well.

Being used as a gun by others without any self-awareness and without any political literacy, is this the king who is called the Fearless Sword?

Old General Good was extremely disappointed, but he still patiently persuaded: "Your Majesty, although Helensburg is not a strong fortress, it is backed by the canal and is difficult to conquer."

"Old General, are you blind?"

Swen VII snorted with some displeasure and waved his whip vigorously, "Helensburg can only hold on because of the canal, but now it will fall because of the canal. This is the guidance of fate."

"This is the power of nature and the gift of Mother Earth. The flood will help us tear apart Helensburg's already weak defense line. I can't think of how they can resist it."

Good Johnson sighed: "Your Majesty, it is indeed easy to use the canal water to break down the city wall, but the high places are not affected. Helensburg is not strong enough to resist. The inner city of the fort still exists. The flood came and went quickly, and it will completely recede in two or three days at most. By then, it will be difficult for our army to advance on the muddy land, and the enemy can continue to provide support through the canal. We..."

"Our army will win, General Good."

Sven interrupted General Good coldly and sneered: "None of what you said will happen. How could a selfish person like Roland pay a huge price to rescue the remnant army that is doomed to be destroyed."

"He will only hide in Hansa City and wait for a decisive battle with us."

"I will kill all the people in Helensburg, pile their heads outside Hansa City, and completely defeat the morale of these cowards."

Sven's words made Good's face turn pale in an instant.

"Your Majesty, are you crazy? It's 1792, not 792! Piling up heads will only make us abandoned by the civilized world! Regardless of the outcome of the war, we will become the world's public enemy!"

Swain waved the whip in the air vigorously, making a crisp sound.

"General Good, you are really old and confused. This is our tradition. I didn't expect an old general like you to oppose tradition."

"Your Majesty!"

Good wanted to say something, but was interrupted rudely by Swain.

"General Good, our army is fighting across the border and needs stable supplies. Please return to the capital immediately to ensure the stability of the supply line."

Good was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.

He knew very well that King Swain was depriving him of his command.

Although he had been stripped of a lot of power, he was at least the nominal commander of the legion.

But now he didn't even have the qualifications to speak.

He unwillingly swept his eyes over everyone, but no one spoke for him.

His body swayed a few times in the wind and rain, and the whole person seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Obviously, the young nobles and generals were eager for greater benefits and more territory.

His steadiness was incompatible with the demands of the young and vigorous faction, but the king who was full of fighting spirit won their support.

Good knew that the situation was over, so he did not resist, but calmly took off his sword and handed it to Sven VII with both hands.

"I will go back to the capital to take charge of logistics. I wish your majesty good luck in military affairs."

Looking at Good's lost expression, Sven thought of his merits in following three generations of kings, and he felt a little bit reluctant, so he smiled and comforted the old general.

"General Good, logistics is crucial to victory in war. When I return triumphantly, you will still be a great merit."

Good's expression was a little bitter.

Great merit?

He only hoped that he was wrong in his judgment and Sven VII could really return triumphantly.

If Sven VII won, he would definitely be "generous" and released.

If he lost, he would most likely accidentally "commit suicide".

After Good, the crow who kept singing the opposite tune, was driven away, Sven VII raised his whip again and launched an impassioned speech.

"Warriors, our army far outnumbers the enemy, and we have a steady supply of supplies. The Gill Canal is nothing at all. Even if you throw in the camping tents and leftover garbage, you can pave a passage."

"All the troops listen to my orders. Take Helensburg within three days and Hansa City within a month. I want to celebrate the victory with you in Hansa City!"

Sven VII's passionate mobilization inspired the whole army.

As the order was issued, an elite team left the main camp, boarded the prepared small wooden boats, and launched an attack on the inner city of Helensburg.

Good news: Helensburg was severely damaged, and there were almost no houses above the water in the outer city.

Bad news: The Sussex people seemed to have been prepared for a long time. They retreated into the inner city when the rainstorm began, preparing to make a final struggle in the inner city.

The elite team rowing the two-headed boats is the Berserker Regiment.

This is the real elite of the Kingdom of Oden.

They wore mail armor, round helmets, held small round shields in their left hands, long swords and axes in their right hands, and their faces were painted with various mysterious oil paints. They charged fearlessly.

Berserkers can actively enter a berserker state, which greatly improves their strength, speed, and reaction, but the price is that their endurance is exhausted after the berserker ends, and they are unable to fight again.

The determination of Sven VII can be seen from the fact that he dispatched elite berserkers in the first battle.

He wanted to fight a beautiful annihilation war to shock everyone.

The only regret is that the heavy rain silenced the artillery and could not support the front line.

If there were enough artillery, Helenz would not be able to hold on for a few days.

This is probably the sequelae of flooding the city, Sven VII thought with a little regret.

It's a pity that this batch of newly arrived artillery can only shine in the subsequent Hansa crusade.

The Berserker Corps made smooth progress, and they approached the inner city without encountering any resistance.

Sven VII picked up the telescope and observed the battlefield situation with a serious expression.

Although he looked arrogant, he was actually arrogant, but he was not brainless.

You can despise the enemy on the battlefield, but you can't really underestimate the enemy.

Although he kept belittling the Sussex people, he knew the opponent's strength in his heart.

Who knows what ghosts are hidden in the three overseas provinces? While maintaining the appearance of "arrogance and boldness", he is actually very careful.

Those big countries use him, and he is also using them.

Old General Good is not him, and he will never know why he takes risks.

The day of return is approaching, and the world is heading towards chaos.

Either become a person who eats at the table, or become food on the table.

The opportunity is in front of you. If you don't take the initiative to fight for it, are you waiting for pie in the sky?

Risks and benefits coexist. If you don't pay anything, it is impossible for a small country to grow.

Helensburg and Hansa Province must be taken!

Seeing the Berserkers landing on higher ground, Sven VII finally felt relieved.

The enemy's resistance was completely absent, and it seemed that they had decided to give up Helensburg.

This is normal. They threw away Oro Town before, and now it is just a repeat of history.

The Sussex Empire is old, just like General Good.

They are no longer suitable for this era!

Sven's lips curled up slightly, and when he was about to declare victory, gunshots rang out.

His face suddenly changed, and many young nobles and generals also changed their faces at the same time.

Damn, Helensburg is still resisting.

Sven was about to give an order, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face again.

"Haha, listen, the gunshots are sporadic, it doesn't sound like an organized counterattack at all! Their main force has already fled!"

Sven VII looked at the generals with complacency, "Gentlemen, can I announce in advance that the Battle of Helensburg will end before nightfall?"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Everyone responded in unison.

Although the king's prediction was a bit impatient, it was not bold.

The defenders of the inner city of Helensburg hid in the room. The muskets in their hands were not wet by the rain. They could secretly fire a few cold shots, but they could not organize effective resistance.

Can they turn the tables just by relying on the pre-dug holes and scattered cold shots?

The goddess of victory is showing a charming smile, and the target is the warriors of the Kingdom of Oden!