I Will Be The Crowned King

"All of them—forward!"

As the loud bugles sounded one after another, watching the dense lines emerge from the woods, the blood-colored Unicorn King flag fluttering in the wind, almost everyone of the soldiers of the Thun Patrol was full of fear.

The lines of the Clovis were far looser and thinner than those of Thun or Issel; as a result, the infantry regiment of more than a thousand people, in the eyes of the soldiers of the patrol, became at least two or three thousand ambush in the woods. The enemy is attacking them.

The officers in the line sensed that something was wrong, and immediately began to suppress the tumultuous soldiers, trying to maintain the line with salvos; but facing at least twice or even triple their firepower, it was doomed to be in vain.

The Seven Cities Alliance, which relies on the Dawn Mountains and strong aid to maintain its independence, is even more rigid and rigid than the Empire in tactics.

When the Clovis people began to reduce the line array to two or three lines with the advancement of weapons, and the queues were as loose as possible, the Thun people still maintained no different from the forty-seventh year of the Saint Calendar, with five or six lines in neat rows. The tight line, insisting on maintaining firepower by salvos from the entire row.

In Carl Bain's eyes, these Thun people are like the army of his grandfather's generation, a group of living antiques.

No... Carl shook his head, they were not even as good as antiques, because the army of his grandfathers was limited by weapons and could only fight like that; the most advanced rifles given to the Thun people would probably become fire sticks in their hands. Pretty much the same thing.

"Bay on the bayonet - for the glory of the Clovis!"

While the adjutant was still thinking about it, Major Fabien, who was on the side, also saw that the patrol was helping the soft persimmon, and immediately ordered an attack.

The bugle of the charge was played in the smoke, and the bloodthirsty shouts of each company broke out, launching a bayonet charge towards the patrols that were almost in chaos outside the woods.

"Array, array! array!!"

Listening to the deafening battle cry, the pale-faced officers shouted hoarsely and the soldiers without masters shouted: "I hear you, all those who don't want to die stand up for me!"

The slender whips danced in the hands of the officers, whipping the soldiers who were trying to play dead and being frightened to pieces, urging the remaining gasping soldiers to shrink their lines and prepare to face the charge of the Clovis.

In a panic, the dull-looking patrol soldiers finally organized the front; the elite cavalry in the back row began to cruise to the left and right, drawing their sabers to prepare to cover the flanks of the line formation.

"Bang——!!!! Bang——!!!! Bang——!!!!"

The fierce confrontation continued, and figures on both sides continued to fall in the smoke; the soldiers of the patrol finally waited for the Clovis who roared and charged; but they did not collide directly as they expected, and Yes……

"Hand-grenade-bomb!"

Accompanied by dozens of black shadows, a series of deafening explosions rang out from the air under the frightened eyes of the soldiers on the patrol.

Gold-red flames danced in the air, and the smoke from the fire-collecting grenade rose into the sky right in front of the patrol line; screams and meaningless screams out of fear, with the explosion and flying Fragments of the gun-smoke filled the crowd.

Amidst the gushing flesh and blood, the elite cavalry, who were also threatened by grenades, retreated one after another, desperately trying to appease the frightened and violently restless mounts; with an order, the companies waving the Unicorn King flag took advantage of the situation to launch a bayonet charge. , directly crashed into the patrol line that was already a mess of sand.

"puff!"

The sharp bayonet pierced the officer's throat, and the tip of the knife laced with blood spurted out of his grown mouth.

The next second, the line soldier who was sprayed with blood lifted his foot and kicked the officer off the bayonet; hit a Thun soldier behind him; looking at the twitching limbs and the blood spurting out of his mouth, he was terrified. The uneasy soldier opened his eyes instantly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Heart-piercing screams exploded from the throat of the Thun soldier, and then he was knocked to the ground by his companion who was running for his life; he felt that countless pairs of boots had stepped on him as he was pressed under the corpse; The churning waves were silently submerged.

The surging bayonet charge poured in from the gap opened by the grenade, instantly dismantling the morale of the soldiers in the front row of the patrol, and they began to scramble to throw down their weapons and flee.

No matter how hysterical the equally terrified officers roared and tried to maintain order, they could not salvage the situation;

"Don't run away, stick to the front!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, the middle-aged nobles who brought a few personal soldiers into the battle immediately began to press, and the neighing warhorse directly knocked a fleeing officer to the ground, and his cheeks and head blew into blood under the horse's hoofs.

"Don't go back! The cavalry goes back to the sides to raid the enemy's flank!" The middle-aged noble shouted loudly:

"They're not smugglers, they're Clovis invaders!"

"Brave Thun people, stand up and defend your homeland!"

Under the extreme pressure of the middle-aged nobles, the soldiers of the patrol did not collapse on the whole line.

The tight and deep formation, which was originally a disadvantage when shooting against each other, finally played a little advantage in the bayonet fight; although the Clovis infantry with a thin line could press them to fight, they could not break through immediately because of the lack of succession.

Almost at the same time, dozens of elite cavalrymen under orders began to move to the flanks and pounce on the flanks of Clovis' army.

In the thick smoke of gunpowder, several company commanders who sensed the movement immediately blew bugles; the platoons close to the flanks began to withdraw from the frontal battle, and quickly formed small hollow phalanxes around the flag and officers.

The galloping horses continued to accelerate, and the elite cavalry threw away their rifles, pulled out their sabers from the saddles, and formed a long and narrow queue during the movement, like spears pierced.

"boom--!!!!"

Just as the cavalry wielding the blade was about to collide with the hollow phalanx, gunshots came from the woods.

The cavalry, who didn't even see the enemy, fell off their horses—the enemy wasn't even targeting the cavalry themselves, but their mounts.

As the horses neighed and fell to the ground, the cavalry, whose bones were crushed by iron hooves during the tumbling, continued to let out a painful wailing.

In the chaos, many cavalrymen grabbed their mounts and tried to avoid and escape, but their stopping action immediately turned themselves into a fixed target for a dense rain of bullets; the screeching lead bullets slid through the air, and the cavalry wielding sabres slid out of the saddle. disappeared without a trace.

"No wonder the deputy commander is so obsessed with breech guns. Is this weapon so powerful?"

Fabian looked at the Borny rifle in his hand with a surprised expression on his face.

Accurate and stable ballistics, proper recoil, and most importantly, an incredibly simple reloading process; he could hardly find any flaws in this breech rifle, except that the bolt would reveal smoke when firing.

"That's because you're using Borne, and you'll try it with Leopold later?" Carl Bain disagreed:

"The price of one bourney can buy at least 20 Leydens. This toy is for hunting by nobles. Besides our commander, who would be willing to equip it for a group of big bosses?"

Fabian smiled dumbly: "That's true."

War needs to consider the cost. If a magic weapon cannot be equipped on a large scale, it is better to replace it with ordinary second-hand goods; the Borne rifle is indeed easy to use, but no matter how easy it is, it cannot be a twenty-shot Leiden rifle. opponent.

But if you can use these weapons to equip a small group of skirmishers who are proficient in long-range shooting, let them lurk around the battlefield and shoot the officers in the enemy line...

Fabian shivered suddenly.

At present, although the war between Clovis and the countries of the ordered world is intensifying, and the scale and casualties are also expanding, but to some extent, it still follows some "hidden rules" of the past-for officers, especially high-ranking officers, both sides of the war They will try to avoid killing.

In addition to the so-called "chivalry style", it is more because the captured officers can exchange ransom from the enemy to make up for the loss; but once a party starts to break this unspoken rule and hunts officers by unscrupulous means in the war...

What will the future war look like?

At the same time, after the first round of attack was crushed, the cavalry of the Thun patrol retreated one after another—if it was the Imperial cavalry, they might choose to keep their distance and use a wide range of roundabout shots to keep threatening and harassing.

However, the Thun people obviously do not have this ability. Once they retreat, they will really retreat, and they will retreat cleanly, completely exposing their flanks to Clovis's front.

But for the middle-aged aristocrat who planned it all, it was enough.

"clang!"

The moment the fire burst, the young knight stopped the bayonet that was stabbing at his mount, and the long-tube revolver in his left hand roared, breaking the enemy's neck.

At the moment when the blood splattered, he suddenly saw another Clovis soldier not far away who had raised his rifle to him, his finger on the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunshots sounded, but it was not him who fell, but the Clovis soldier.

The frightened young knight turned his head sharply, and saw the middle-aged noble throwing his rifle directly on the ground, hurriedly rushing towards him with a few cavalry.

"Henares?!"

"Deploy the formation and protect Master Leon Francois!"

The middle-aged nobleman gritted his teeth and ordered the cavalry to retreat. At the same time, he pulled out his saber and cut down one of the rout soldiers: "Thun people, hold your ground, and don't let the Clovis invade our homeland!"

"Follow orders--!!!!"

The cavalry who received the order scattered one after another, and carried out the tasks of support and supervision behind the gradually collapsing line.

After pulling the embarrassed young knight out of the battlefield and determined that the Clovis people could not break through the front line for a while, the gasping middle-aged aristocrat walked behind the front line and said to the young knight involuntarily:

"Listen, Master Leon, we're going to retreat!"

"retreat?!"

The stunned young knight seemed to have not understood the words of the middle-aged nobleman: "But you didn't say..."

"They are not smugglers, they are the vanguard of Clovis' invasion!" The anxious middle-aged noble did not give him any room to speak:

"We are not their opponents, we must withdraw to Golden Stone City as soon as possible, and report this matter to your father, Grand Duke Thun - do you understand, this is not a matter of your own personal honor, it is related to the entire Thun and even the Seven Cities Alliance survival!"

The excited middle-aged aristocrat firmly pressed his shoulders. The young knight didn't react for a while, but he nodded in a panic and said:

"I-I understand!"

"Just understand!" The middle-aged nobleman breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next second, dozens of elite cavalry suddenly turned their horses neatly, surrounded by the two of them and ran wildly in the opposite direction to the battlefield, escaping in the direction of Jinshi City.

As the cavalry withdrew from the battlefield, the infantry, who were still struggling to maintain their appearance, finally collapsed completely; the tight front was like butter before the waves of bayonet charges of the Clovis soldiers, allowing them to intersperse and divide at will.

The soldiers who had originally fought by inertia, were overly frightened and even forgot to flee, and gave up their resistance under the threat of lead bullets and bayonets; two-thirds of the remaining soldiers scattered around, and the rest chose to surrender.

Exhausted, the Clovis levies who had just crossed the snow-capped mountains defeated the 700-strong Thun patrol in less than fifteen minutes.

But Henares doesn't care anymore, he just wants to know one thing now - how these Clovis people got here.

Did you forcibly climb over from the Dawn Bingfeng... What are you kidding? !

Since the Clovis people appeared in Thun's territory, it proves that Eaglehorn City must have been completely besieged at the moment, which is faster than expected; the war has broken out, but the Seven Cities Alliance is connected. What should we do? There are no plans!

We can no longer sit still and wait for death. We must send Master Leon back to Jinshicheng as soon as possible, send the news to Grand Duke Thun, and mobilize the troops of the duchy and other allies as soon as possible to support the front line of Eaglehorn City.

Once Eaglehorn falls, Clovis will never let go of the Seven Cities Alliance, which once helped the Empire and Iser!

The middle-aged aristocrat glanced at Leon Francois beside him, and the young knight's face was still full of horror.

It was probably the first time I experienced a truly brutal war, and I was stimulated... the middle-aged noble thought so.

But in the next second, he suddenly heard exclamations from the surrounding cavalry; the young knight with a shocked expression suddenly raised his right hand and pointed straight ahead.

"E, Henares, where are you looking?!"

Um?

The middle-aged aristocrat who suddenly raised his head suddenly became condensed.

On the open ground where the wind was blowing, a whole battalion of Clovis infantry lines stopped right in front of them~www.readwn.com~ spread out! spread! "

The middle-aged aristocrat, who had no time to be astonished, hurriedly ordered, and the cavalry guarding the two immediately split from the center, trying to bypass the line of infantry on both flanks.

"All in place—"

Facing the enemy who was trying to escape, Anson coldly drew his saber from his waist and raised the blade forward over his head like Ludwig.

Then fell sharply.

"Fire!"

The infantrymen ambushing on the ground on the left and right of the line stood up without warning, and fired a salvo at the cavalry that had collided.

"boom--!!!!"

The moment the gunshots sounded, the middle-aged nobleman suddenly turned black.

The last picture he saw when he lost consciousness was that the cavalry fell one after another in the salvo; he could hear the panicked shouts of the young knights from far away.