I Will Be The Crowned King

"Oh, it seems like something hit!"

Holding the long monocular, the young knight excitedly looked at the explosions in the distant woods and the rising black smoke, and said with great interest to the middle-aged noble next to him; the bright red cloak on his body rolled up in the wind. , revealing the golden saber on the waist and a beautiful long-tube revolver.

"I'm right, it was a very correct decision to bring that cavalry gun!"

The middle-aged aristocrat with tough lines on his cheeks just smiled wryly in the face of the young man's boasting as if asking for praise.

"You're right, but please don't forget that this six-pounder cavalry gun was bought by the Duke of Thun from the Empire at a high price; attacking a group of smugglers with such a sophisticated weapon is almost the same as spending gold. A **** is as extravagant as ploughing the land."

"Weapons are only valuable when they are used, and the swords in the collection room are just a bunch of good-looking gold coins." The young soldier and the middle-aged aristocrat have a different view:

"What's more, if there is no actual combat test, how can everyone understand its power? I feel more and more that Sir Louis Bernard's remarks are very reasonable. Compared with rifles, they are more powerful, more convenient to move and operate. Artillery, together with elite well-armed elite knights, and swift light cavalry are the core of future wars!"

"Infantrymen with spears are, at best, cannon fodder that embellishes and fills the line of battle."

The more the young knight said, the more excited he became: "Henares, just watch, when I become the master of Golden Rock City, I will import more of this kind of light artillery from the empire sooner or later; I will also set up special artillery outside the city. Arms factory, making our own cavalry guns!"

Facing the excited declaration of the young knight, the aristocrat known as "Henares" did not continue to argue, but nodded slightly indulgently:

"Of course, Master Leon Francois."

The words fell, and the two of them turned their attention back to the thick smoke billowing in the woods; looking at the dead woods, there was a hint of confusion on the faces of the middle-aged aristocrats.

This confusion is not just because the eyes are too quiet, but also because the whole "smuggler incident" is strange.

The first is that someone would actually cross the snow-capped mountains in March, when the severe winter had not yet passed, and when the wind and snow in the Dawn Mountains were the most violent; in the limited memory of the nobles, he had never seen such a smuggler who was not afraid of death.

Secondly, the few Clovis people are also very inexplicable. It is probably the first time that they have done this business. They want to buy off the local guards and villagers. Run away, and the rest will become the meat tickets of the villagers.

Villagers found bayonets, revolvers and grenades from them; fearing reprisals from the smugglers, they quickly reported the news to passing patrols.

In the eyes of the middle-aged nobles, these people are not so much smugglers, but most of them are mercenaries and bandits; taking advantage of Clovis declaring war on the empire and the Iser elves at the same time, they fled from the border to the vicinity of the mountains, wanting to be near here Build a camp where you can loot while you rest?

The frowning middle-aged noble raised his right hand and waved it gently forward; more than a dozen cavalrymen in cloaks and various cuirass immediately urged their mounts to spread out and drew their sabres from their saddles.

Behind these elite cavalry, hundreds of line soldiers with loose clothing and rifles on their shoulders maintained a tight column formation and slowly advanced amid the scolding of their officers.

"Are you going to attack?"

Leon Francois, who was shining brightly in front of his eyes, looked at the middle-aged aristocrat, and his smile was brighter than the sun: "I can lead the charge!"

"……Do not."

Originally wanting to say "yes", the middle-aged aristocrat looked at the excited look of the young master, and immediately changed his tune; seeing his immediately disappointed expression, he had to explain two more words:

"What I mean is that it's better to continue to fire with artillery, and let those smugglers escape from the woods and hills to avoid the artillery, so as to better utilize the strength of the cavalry."

"Cavalry artillery coordination, Sir Louis Bernard also said this!" The young knight laughed heartily, and immediately turned his head excitedly to look at the two light artillery pieces that had already been mounted, and raised his right hand to the artillerymen excitedly:

"The artillery is in place, one minute rapid fire—fire!"

………………

"boom--!!!!"

With the smoke and burning towering trees, one after another roared through the woods; pale-faced soldiers picked up their weapons amid the officers' scolding, and the entire camp was in chaos.

"Where did this group of people come from?!"

Anson, who was leaning against a rock, hurried over and asked Carl Bain, still reloading the two Leopold rifles at hand.

Doesn't it mean that the people of Thun are hospitable and will never be enemies of smugglers who are willing to do business?

"The scouts sent to the villages and towns were slaughtered by the villagers as fat sheep, and they were supplied to the passing patrols-maybe for fear of our revenge!"

Karl, who was covered in sweat, was breathing heavily, took off his hat and kept fanning:

"The point is not this now. The point is that there are hundreds of people outside the army of Grand Duke Thun. We have already exposed, what should we do next?!"

"What should I do?" An Sen raised the corner of his mouth, and locked the gun with a sound of "Crack!":

"Of course, wait until the fight is over!"

"Finished?!"

Carl's eyes widened and he tried his best to organize the words in his mouth: "Are you crazy?! We are in the territory of Grand Duke Thun. Are you planning to kill all the way to Eaglehorn City? Are you crazy or I am crazy? already?!"

"Hey, this sounds familiar, have you said that before?"

"Don't interrupt!"

Looking at Anson who laughed out "Pfft!" Carl Bain's face turned ashen:

"What on earth did you think?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what the Grand Duke Thun would think if he knew that we were here?" Anson, who restrained his smile, said solemnly to Carl:

"Clowe has just declared war on the Iser Elf, and before the Seven Cities Alliance has had time to express its position, a Klowe outpost has appeared in his territory-if you were the Grand Duke of Thun, what would you think? "

What do you think... Carl frowned and suddenly understood what Anson meant:

"You didn't intend to..."

"I just think it's worth taking a gamble." The corners of Anson's mouth couldn't help but rise:

"If the bet is won, we will make a lot of money in this war against the Iser elves, and we will no longer have to 'cooperate' with anyone; if we are lucky enough, it is not impossible to form an independent army."

"How about you, do you want to gamble with me?"

In the sparse sound of artillery fire, Carl stared at the smiling Anson, but soon gave up.

"Okay, what you say is what you say! Anyway, I'm on the pirate ship. Can I turn around and go back to the snow-capped mountains now?!" A helpless Carl rolled his eyes and snatched the rifle from Ansen's hand:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go to Fabian, you two will attack from the front with two infantry regiments - don't press it all at once, and try not to shoot if you don't press down to 100 meters." Anson reminded:

"Slowly spread out the troops and try to double-team them."

"What about you?" Karl looked at Anson, who jumped up from the ground.

"There are cavalry in the enemy's queue, and there may be one or two valuable hostages in it." Anson raised his hand and pointed to the west side of the woods:

"I rushed out with the flanks of the Storm Corps to see if I could capture them alive; in case the plan fails, Grand Duke Thun will bring 20,000 people to guard us and teach us - although I don't think it should be possible - maybe we can rely on it. This allows him to let us live."

Always have a backup plan, which is the key to judging whether a plan is perfect enough.

And my plan has always been perfect... Anson with the corners of his mouth curled up and swiftly carried the rifle behind him:

"Lisa!"

"Anson?!"

The girl's eyes lit up when she heard the call, and she stuck her head out of the hidden mud pit.

"Come with me and meet these hospitable Thun people--and give them a little Clovis speciality by the way!"

"OK!"

The excited girl jumped up from the ground, carrying a three-shot rifle and a circle of grenades around her waist. Still like a ragdoll cat, she jumped after Anson.

These lunatics and monsters... Carl Bain couldn't help sighing, and raised the silt-filled Unicorn King flag against the rioting camp.

………………

"Soldiers—forward!"

Accompanied by the gorgeous saber waving forward by the young knight, hundreds of infantrymen with front-loaded rifles were driven forward by the elite cavalry with the shouts of the officers. Jungle Advance.

The cavalry guns bought at high prices from the Empire are quite good. Even after a minute of rapid fire, there is no problem of overheating or bursting like Thun's self-made guns; they can still fire stably and continue to cover the advancing infantry line.

Once such powerful artillery can move quickly on the battlefield, once the scale is formed, the number and individual strength will no longer be the key to determining the outcome of the war; the party with enough artillery will be able to decide at a distance of 300 or even 500 meters. The outcome of the war.

Even the proud knights and light cavalry of the Empire can only serve as its embellishment.

Perhaps Young Master Leon is right, this is what future wars will look like... The middle-aged noble looked at the two steel monsters breathing flames and thick smoke with emotion, and subconsciously touched the saber on the saddle.

"boom--!!!!"

With a loud noise from a distance and a splash of smoke, the two cavalry cannons fired their last shells - obviously, it was impossible for them to carry too much ammunition just out on patrol.

But in the eyes of the middle-aged nobles, these are enough, a group of mercenaries and bandits can't last long in the shelling; collapse is a matter of time.

Almost at the same time, there was a series of gunshots in the direction of the woodland; the hapless soldiers in the tight line of the patrol were constantly hit in the head and torso, and fell to the ground screaming.

The surrounding soldiers ignored their unfortunate companions, raised their rifles amid the scolding of the officers and elite cavalry in the back row, and started shooting at the shadowy figures in the woods.

For a time, thick gunpowder smoke filled the inside and outside of the woods; not to mention human figures, even trees and obstacles were completely covered and completely indistinguishable.

"It's finally starting!"

The young knight's face was filled with excitement, he couldn't wait to wave his saber, and volleyed ahead:

"All troops strike - for the glory of Francois!"

The long-neighing white horse raised its front hooves, carrying the young knight to the battlefield where the smoke was smoked, and the bright red cloak danced in the wind.

Looking at the back of the young master rushing towards the battlefield, the middle-aged nobleman showed a slightly doting look.

Just a few days ago, he received news from Eagle Point City that the vanguard of the Clovis army, a total of 10,000 people, was about to arrive at the border between Iser and Clovis, and was preparing to approach there.

In addition to this ten thousand people, it is said that there is at least an army of twenty to thirty thousand people behind!

Whether the Clovis people are just boasting, or they can really withstand the pressure of the empire while assembling an army of tens of thousands of people; just being able to put nearly 10,000 people on the border in such a short period of time has already Scary enough.

Once Eaglehorn is under siege, it is only a matter of time before the Seven Cities join the war; the Grand Duchy of Thun must choose its side, whether to maintain its covenant with Iser or forge a new friendship with Clovis.

Either way, the outbreak of war is imminent.

Before that, Young Master Leon can experience some small-scale actual combat, which is a good thing anyway... The middle-aged noble who motivated the mount raised his eyes and looked at the battlefield filled with gunpowder in the distance.

As the elite cavalrymen also picked up their rifles and went into battle, the smoke of gunpowder in the forest had obscured most of the battlefield; the middle-aged aristocrats walking slowly with a few personal soldiers could no longer see the lines of the patrol.

No... the middle-aged noble narrowed his eyes.

Not because the smoke is too strong, but because the patrol line is...

Weakened?

The dense to the continuous gunshots~www.readwn.com~ The patrols with a tight formation will hear several screams almost every time the gunshots are fired; but the gunshots in the forest battlefield are not at all due to the number of patrols. decrease without any signs of thinning.

On the contrary, the sound of the gunshots became more and more intense and denser, so dense that it seemed as if thousands of people were shooting outside one after another.

Wait...thousands of people?

The middle-aged aristocrat suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In the thick smoke and dust, shadowy figures lined up in a thin horizontal line, slowly advancing outward from the woods; like eagles spreading out their wings, they began to outflank the patrol team from the left and right wings of the woods.

The gunshots, which were dense enough to be like a violent storm, continued to explode—not a uniform salvo, but it sounded even more terrifying than a salvo, echoing in the forest as if it had not been interrupted.

And in the thin and long line, in the dense and frightening gunshots, he saw a flag.

A flag of a blood-colored unicorn flutters in the wind in the smoke!