I Will Be The Crowned King

March 1st, early morning.

Thick dark clouds shrouded the sky of Clovis City, and the howling wind mixed with gray snow galloped wildly over the city, announcing to everyone that it would be another bad weather as always.

Along with all kinds of **** conflicts, the riots that spread throughout Clovis City finally showed signs of subsiding after several days.

However, the impact on the entire city during this period was completely immeasurable, and **** tragedies broke out in almost all large and small streets. One prosperous market after another was turned into ruins in the explosion and flames, and almost all public places and shops. They chose to keep the gates closed, and the area of ​​the nobles’ mansion was patrolled by armed troops with live ammunition 24 hours a day.

Beneath the gloomy dome, the ruined neighborhoods are shrouded in thick black smoke in the flames that have not yet burned. The streets are empty and there are only corpses lying on the ground, only the charred wreckage of the carriage, the fragments of the gas explosion. And unpicked rubbish, hyenas and tiny figures looking for food in the rubbish.

At the other end of the street, the flag of the blood-colored unicorn fluttered in the wind against the bonfire in the night. The guards with guns and live ammunition guarded the street connecting the inner and outer urban areas, forming simple barricades with carriages and sandbags.

Compared with the inner city, which has guards patrolling, private soldiers and security companies responsible for maintaining law and order, the outer city is almost on the verge of being completely destroyed in the riots. Factories large and small are occupied by countless robbers and homeless people. Warehouses were looted and factories were set on fire.

A very small number of workers who were unwilling to resist were beaten to death together with the factory guards, and the vast majority joined the rioters immediately and hanged the factory supervisor on the roaring bonfire.

In order to prevent these "completely crazy" thugs from spreading to the inner city, the guards who quelled the riots in the inner city immediately blocked the main entrances and exits of the inner and outer city, and anyone who tried to approach would get at least two rounds of platoons of guns. "Welcome to the Road".

As for the chaos in the outer city, they don't care, and no one cares.

Not far from the barricade, a heavily-armed heavy carriage could be seen passing quickly, and the heavy wheels rolled over the mutilated corpse, making a sound of "gadagada".

The soldiers standing on the carriage raised their guns vigilantly at the windows of the houses on both sides of the street. The gunshots sounded, and the heads hiding behind the windows quickly shrank back.

Although the Guards have always had a bad reputation in the past few months and were even considered to have made a negative contribution to the public management of Clovis City, they were, after all, the king's private soldiers, and they had accumulated rich wealth in countless actions to suppress the riots. Experience.

Although the scale of the riot this time was large, even the Royal Bank, the church of the Church of Order, and even the guards' own garrison and barracks were affected, but after the initial riot, the chaos was also in the guard. The army's indiscriminate platoon of guns and blockades gradually restored stability without causing much vigilance.

Even many officers of the Guards are "fortunate" about the riot This process made the Privy Council dare not act rashly.

Major Fabian is one of them.

As an intermediary officer from a small noble family who has no hope of promotion, the Guards are the only prerequisite for him to stay in the inner city of the capital. Once the Guards are reorganized into a security army controlled by the Privy Council, with his poor network of poor buddies, plus It is 100% a matter of being kicked to the front line in the high-society contacts of "I know people, people don't know me".

So this sudden riot became the savior of Major Fabien, so that he had no risk of unemployment for the time being.

Even the royal family and the Privy Council were worried that the Guards would not be able to work in the process of suppressing the riots because of the passing of the Public Administration Act, which not only greatly improved the "temporary treatment" of the Guards, but also promised that the issue of reorganization "is not impossible to discuss." "Everything is negotiable".

But Major Fabien was still in the joy of his colleagues, smelling a hint of crisis, the Privy Council, which had completely lost patience with the Guards, was very likely to default on its debts afterwards.

So he took advantage of the opportunity to suppress the riots in the past few days to actively contact the former friends of the Wang Family Army to see if he could be transferred to some "safer" front lines that were "more than oil-free".

At the same time, he took the initiative to transfer himself to this front line that absolutely no one would like to come, blocking the front line of the outer city, avoiding everyone's sight, in order to cover up his attendance sheet for his ineffectiveness and serious absence from work.

After reluctantly paying for the money and waiting for several days, Fabian finally got an important piece of information from a poor buddy with a "hard relationship": the Royal Army is going to form a team in order to declare war on the Iser Elves. New Legion.

After confirming that the news was true, he immediately wrote a resignation application, and only waited until the riot was over to join the expedition against the Iser Elves. In that new army, someone like the commander of a levy had real power. Dividend duties.

"Major, someone is coming this way!"

The shouts of the soldiers made Major Fabien, who had been guarding all night, stand up impatiently, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the other side of the barricade: In the foggy night, several lone figures appeared. Shaking toward this side.

Major Fabian shook his head helplessly, took the trumpet from the soldiers, and shouted to the crowd in the dark:

"In the name of the Osteria family and the Kingdom of Clovis, I order you to stop, or I will have the right to execute you on the spot!"

He shouted and beckoned behind him. More than a dozen soldiers on duty raised their guns and walked to the barricade. They skillfully aimed their guns at the corpses on the other side of the street, proving that this was not the first time. .

"All in position to shoot!"

The silver command knife fell forward, and the lead bullets screamed in the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle.

Several sparse figures fell to the ground one after another, but before Major Fabien could breathe a sigh of relief, a new figure appeared in the darkness shrouded in thick fog.

A dozen, dozens, hundreds of more and more figures walked out of the looming darkness, and behind them, there were still more vague figures, like rising on the beach in the early morning. Like the waves, it came towards the barricade of the "isolated island".

Under the dim gas lamps and firelight, the soldiers looked at Major Fabien, who had vaguely guessed what each other was in a panic, and his face became ugly little by little.

Soon, more and more figures in the darkness gradually became clear. They were like mice gushing out of the sewers. The crowded team covered the entire street, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

"My Ring of Order"

Fabian, whose eyes widened, was pale and almost stopped breathing.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that his face was as pale as him, and he was staring at his soldiers, so he quickly regained his composure, and immediately shouted at his soldiers:

"Shoot, shoot! What are you waiting for?!"

"Do you want me to teach you how to pull the trigger at a time like this?!"

"Or do you want to be torn to shreds by those thugs?!"

Fabian, who was forcefully calm, covered his fear with a hoarse roar. The soldiers who had been scolded for a long time woke up from a dream, raised their rifles and formed a thin two-column line behind the barricade.

"Shoot in sequence, the target is directly in front, and everyone is firing!"

Scattered and uninterrupted gunshots exploded behind the barricades, and the surging crowds in the streets continued to hear shrill screams and fallen figures. The soldiers didn't even need to aim, and the crowds let their flintlock guns play. At least 200% of the combat power, the sound of gunfire must have one or even two or three figures fall.

But this didn't stop the crowd of people moving forward, it just slowed down their speed a little, and even the "slow down" was only temporary, and it didn't even give the guards room to breathe a sigh of relief. The crowd accelerated again, crushing the corpses of their companions, stepping on the dying people who vomited blood and foaming under their feet, and kept advancing.

The guards behind the barricade are still firing continuously, reaping the lives of those who advance like wheat, but there are endless figures walking out of the darkness, and there are even sporadic figures holding torches and kerosene lamps to join the scene. film wave.

"People on the opposite side, in the name of the king, I order you to stop, hand over your weapons and leaders, and wait for disposal!"

Major Fabien, who was standing behind the barricade in the cold wind, still held his horn and shouted hoarsely to the crowd in the dark:

"Do you hear me, stop! The thugs who dare to continue to resist, the kingdom will not let you go!"

"Did you hear me, I'm ordering you to stop!"

"Don't you want to live?!"

With all his strength, the hoarse roar became more and more desperate.

The soldiers panicked and continued to fire on the opposite side entirely by discipline and obedience.

"Major, send someone to ask for help!" An unbearable sergeant rushed over and yelled at the pale-faced Major Fabian:

"Wait any longer and we'll be sure"

"boom!"

Before the non-commissioned officer could finish speaking, a fireball radiating golden light shot out from the crowd of people in the dark night, hitting his head precisely.

In the violent explosion, the head covered by the fire swelled and exploded in the sight of Major Fabian, and the liquid mixed with various colors sprayed him from top to bottom.

The surrounding soldiers were attracted by the sound and the firelight, stopped shooting and looked back.

Looking at those dull eyes, Major Fabian wiped the blood on his face. He first glanced at the caster hiding in the crowd, and then looked at the soldiers calmly:

"Guys, Sergeant Press is right, so I'm going to follow his advice."

"Let's withdraw!"

Before he finished speaking, he threw down the horn, turned his head and ran towards the carriage. A group of guards froze in place for a few seconds, and then they were so embarrassed that they didn't even want to form a group, and they fled for their lives in the direction of the major.

Almost at the same time as they retreated in a panic, the crowd in the darkness burst out with fierce shouts, like rushing waves, and smashed the small reef in front of them into pieces in an instant.

A similar situation occurred in almost every barricade used by the Guards to block the outer city. They faced a dozen or dozens of thugs. Most of the guards with only half a platoon could not have the courage to persevere. It is even more impossible to really stop their footsteps.

To completely block the passage between the outer city and the inner city requires at least 4,000 to 5,000 troops, sufficient ammunition, solid barricades and fortifications, and a certain amount of artillery.

Of course, the Guards have this strength, but the problem is that the riots in the past few days have greatly dispersed their forces, and the large and small company and platoon units have been sprinkled on all the streets of the inner city like pepper to maintain law and order. Yu did not even have one-fifth of the troops blocking the outer city, and artillery and fortifications did not exist at all.

When the first blockade was broken by the rioters, the entire weak blockade collapsed like dominoes one after another. Facing the mob attacking from two or even three sides at the same time, most of the guards had no choice but to retreat.

What's more, he didn't even have a chance to escape. He desperately fired the last bullet in the siege from all sides, howling and raising his bayonet to attack the thugs and launched a counter-charge like the waves in the sea, silently disappearing. trace.

On March 1, at 4:55 in the morning, when Major Fabien, who had run away decisively, reported the situation to the first high-ranking officer he met, the entire blockade had already fallen.

Such a bad news that no one can take responsibility for, spread from the front line to the Austria Palace with amazing efficiency. Just as he fell asleep, he was woken up by a word from his valet from his wife's pillow.

"How is this going?!"

In the depressing Holy Grail Hall ~www.readwn.com~ the disheveled Carlos II roared at the Guards Commander who was sweating profusely and tried to calm down:

"Yesterday afternoon, you told me that the Guards had completely controlled the situation and that everything was under control. In less than 24 hours, you told me that tens of thousands of thugs had broken through the blockade and were acting like mice. Into the whole city!"

"Who are they, how many weapons do they have, who ordered them, and what do they want to do? My loyal Guards Commander, you need to give me a reason not to hand you over to the Privy Council and the judge immediately!"

The king's anger made the commander in the military uniform bow his head, and the shame of being reprimanded made him blushed. He tried his best to organize the language in his heart, and slowly said:

"Dear Your Majesty, I have inquired about some important information in the process of suppressing the riot in the past few days. This unprecedented riot is most likely a conspiracy of the old gods in the city!"

"In addition, we have caught a fugitive who has been on the run for a long time, claiming that there is a way to quell the riot, as long as His Majesty is willing to see him."

"His name is Draco Vertes!"