I Will Be The Crowned King

By the time Anson and Leon Francois arrived on the battlefield with the main force, the battle was over.

After two minutes of rapid artillery fire, the elven outposts who were bombed to death did not choose to surrender unexpectedly-with the rugged terrain of the Eagle Point Pass, unless the entire army broke up and got into the mountains to be deserters, they would not be able to escape at all. There is a second way.

Surrounded by his subordinates, "sincerely persuaded" with bayonets and rifles, and "inspired" by the Clovis skirmishers chasing after him, the elf knight with a supreme sense of honor simply raised the white flag, expressing that willing to surrender.

So in less than half an hour, Anson had more than 400 Yisel elf captives.

"Pfft!"

The elf knight who was tied into a dumpling was knelt on the ground by two skirmishers, in a state of embarrassment: the breastplate, weapons and all valuables on his body were stripped off, leaving only his clothes; His shoulders were still bleeding, and his scruffy hair was kneaded into a ball of blood and silt... he didn't have the noble and elegant appearance of the legendary elves at all.

Excited, Lisa pressed the revolver to the back of his head, and proudly raised her chest to look at Anson and Carl Bain opposite, like a child showing off his new toy to his companions.

"Name?"

Anson looked at each other with a little curiosity in his eyes - this was almost the second time he had seen a living elf.

"Bulle Mathias!"

Although he was already embarrassed like a beggar, the elf knight still maintained a proud tone, looking up desperately as if planning to use his nostrils at Anson:

"Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have defeated an honorable Ithel pureblood court knight - albeit in a very disgraceful way, for the sake of your being a Clovis, I can ignore it. These are probably etiquettes you haven't heard of."

"But as an elf noble, I ask for the least respect and courtesy; instead of being forced to kneel in front of you in disgrace like now!"

An impassioned, courteous speech that fully demonstrated the pride of the Iser elf and the tradition of maintaining dignity when forced to kneel.

"You're right." Anson nodded with emotion:

"Indeed, you shouldn't humiliate a noble like this."

Buhler Mathias's eyes lit up: "Then..."

"Lisa." Anson didn't answer the elf knight, but looked at the girl with a revolver behind him:

"Kill him."

After finishing speaking, Anson nodded at him with a smile, then turned and left.

"etc!"

Hearing the sound of the revolver hitting the hammer behind him, the elf knight jumped all over, and even his roar was sharp in horror: "I haven't finished yet!"

Anson stopped immediately, smiled and raised his hand to stop Lisa:

"continue."

"As an active surrenderer, I have the right to know who I am surrendering to!" The dazed elf knight spoke faster, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to calm down:

"In addition, the Mathias family is one of the most noble thirteen pure-blood families in Iser. My father and uncles will be willing to pay a lot of money to redeem me, a lot of money!"

Pure blood family?

Anson's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at his loyal adjutant; Carl Bain, who immediately understood, rolled his eyes helplessly, coughed twice, and then looked at the elf knight seriously:

"Standing in front of you is the one appointed by the Clovis Army, hand-picked by the Privy Council, Commander of the Southern Legion, Lord Anson Bach himself!"

"Commander of the Southern Legion?!"

The shocked elf knight's eyes widened instantly.

"you do not believe?"

"No! No, it's not unbelief... it's... how is this possible... I mean..." The elf knight became incoherent in an instant, and his expression quickly changed between shock and some kind of panic:

"You... have already captured Eaglehorn City?"

He asked very carefully, his eyes were in a state of disbelief, but he felt that it could only be such a tangled state.

"of course not."

An Sen, who spoke slowly, approached the elf knight kneeling on the ground step by step:

"Lord Buller Mathias."

"Um?"

"I'll just ask a question, do you want to die or live?"

"...want to live."

"That's good." An Sen smiled and patted his shoulder lightly:

"I can let you and your soldiers leave without a ransom from you; I can even give you some supplies so that you can lead your remaining subordinates to complete the mission and reach the Eagle Point Fortress alive."

The elf knight was slightly startled, but then showed a slightly bitter expression, and the corner of his eye glanced cautiously at An Sen and said:

"Then... what's the price?"

The expressionless Carl Bain immediately took out a map around the Eagle's Horn Pass from his luggage and spread it out in front of the Elf Knight:

"The marching route of the Iser elf reinforcements, the outposts, the baggage, the headquarters, and the approximate location of the main force—you should know, right?"

The nervous elf knight tensed up and twitched his throat while looking at the map in front of him.

"You...Aren't you worried that I will give you false information?"

Faced with this question, the "Commander of the Southern Legion" just smiled contemptuously:

"Whatever, whether you lie or be honest, I will keep my promise and let you and your subordinates go to Eaglehorn City; I don't care, because you will not be the first Iser elf captured by me."

"Soon, my elite troops and I will eat your outposts one by one. At that time, I will give the same conditions to the elven nobles who were captured by me... It's true or false."

"When Eagle Point City falls, those who tell the truth will receive my respect and courtesy, and I will let them leave in a very respectable way; as for those who deceive me..."

Anson suddenly stopped, looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

The elf knight suddenly shivered for no reason.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Lord Buller Mathias?"

"Yes, of course!" The elf knight nodded again and again, his face pale and swallowed:

"I swear!"

"Very good, then I won't hurt you either."

With a faint smile, An Sen squatted down and looked at the extremely nervous elf knight:

"Now tell me, what's the name of the commander of this elven army...?"

………………

An hour later, Bull Mathias, who was stripped to the ground with only his clothes left, and 400 remaining soldiers left the battlefield carrying almost enough supplies for them for two days, and continued to advance along the road to Eagle Point City.

And their weapons and equipment, the baggage they transported, and the odds and ends of the property all became Anson's "first pot of gold" at Eagle Point Pass.

"It's almost done."

Carl Bain, holding a stack of ledger books, reluctantly said to Anson - after the little clerk left, he is now not only a staff officer, an adjutant, but also the chief purser and logistics director:

"There is almost an infantry regiment's equipment, twenty-two carriages, ten days' supply for six hundred men, plus some scraps of lead ammunition and gunpowder, etc. There are not many things - and when are you looking for a chief of staff and staff?"

"Don't worry about it, you can continue to work hard for the first time - I'll pay you your salary according to your position later."

An Sen waved his hand indifferently. The result of the battle was basically what he expected. After all, it was just an outpost, and it was impossible to carry too much baggage.

From the distribution of an army’s baggage, we can roughly see the enemy’s attitude towards the siege of Eagle Point City; an outpost army about the size of an infantry regiment carries a lot of supplies, and its marching distance is almost out of line with the large army... This at least shows that two o'clock.

First of all, the Yisel elf hurried on the road, and the troops might not even set out on the same day, but first concentrated a part of them and set off immediately, and then gathered the rest slowly.

Furthermore, they were completely unprepared for the south of Eagle Point City, not even the least vigilant. Otherwise, it would be impossible for an outpost army to carry so much baggage. Instead, they should try to reduce the burden as much as possible and move forward quickly.

Anson came to the conclusion that the Iser Elves were quite sure that Eaglehorn City would not fall in the short term, and fully trusted that the Seven Cities Alliance in the south or the Grand Duchy of Thun would not betray them.

"What are you going to do next, continue to be a bandit in the mountains?"

Carl didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and was busy counting the bills, preparing to organize people to transport the seized materials to the outpost: "This is a hilly area, the cannon can be heard several kilometers away, and you can't expect all the enemies to be deaf and deaf. Stupid?"

"Of course it's impossible. I guess they should react at most once." Anson took out a bottle of wine from a box beside him and tried to open the cork:

"But that's in our favor."

"What's the meaning?"

"Literally." Anson, who raised the corners of his mouth, poured a full glass of wine for his adjutant himself:

"If all the reinforcements of the Iser elves are of this small size, and one or two infantry regiments are rushing towards Eagle Point City, unless we take a fortress close to Eagle Point City, we can't stop them at all. - but that's courting death."

"But if the enemy is worried about being ambushed, and deliberately slows down the marching speed and gathers the originally scattered troops...that will be different."

"What's different?" Carl's brows furrowed:

"Do you think the two thousand of us can fight a well-equipped elven infantry division?"

"Of course it's impossible." Anson is still very clear about the morale and will to fight of his subordinates:

"But it's not our turn to fight them head-on."

"Um?"

"Didn't I say that the success of the plan depends partly on who the enemy's commander is, and the other half..." Anson looked at his adjutant meaningfully.

Carl instantly understood: "You plan to let Roman and his 3,000 people die for you?!"

Anson: "...That's pretty much what it means, but you can say it more euphemistically."

"How euphemistic can you say about selling friendly troops?" Carl looked at Anson incredulously:

"And while you pretended to be the commander of the Southern Legion, you let Ludwig's most trusted subordinates die without knowing anything. Are you really afraid of being settled by Qiuhou?"

"I'm pretending to be the commander, when did I pretend to be the commander? Isn't the deputy commander not the commander, and the deputy commander is also the commander!" An Sen answered confidently:

"I'm the deputy commander of the Southern Legion. Roman is just the commander-in-chief of the grenadier regiment directly under the headquarters and the deputy commander-in-chief. Why should I cooperate with him? I should let him cooperate with me, right? Right?! "

Carl rolled his eyes again. He originally wanted to say, "Do you dare to say this in front of Ludwig and Roman?", but after thinking about it, it might be useless to this guy, sighed, turned around and was cleaning the battlefield Fabien's handover.

An Sen, who was hanging in place, just picked up the bottle, and just as he was about to pour himself a glass, there were familiar footsteps behind him.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!"

Leon Francois took a shaky breath, his expression full of shock: "This is Clovis's strength? No wonder, no wonder..."

No wonder he lost so badly in the battle under the Dawn Mountains.

If the last "personal experience" did not convince him completely, but simply admired the soldiers of Clovis' army who could climb over the ice peak of dawn, then this time Leon Francois was standing on the third party's side. From an angle, I watched the entire battle from the sidelines.

There is no doubt that the armies of the Ysir elves cannot be said to be brave and well-trained enough to respond immediately in the face of surprise attacks and organize the most basic defenses.

Even if it is finally found that the enemy is outnumbered, the retreat is still orderly, and the continuous counterattack delays the pursuit of the skirmishers; and the Clovis army is not without losses, not counting the initial confrontation and hand-to-hand combat. , In the pursuit phase alone, one or two people were shot and fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people suffered gunshot wounds of varying degrees.

But compared to the final result and the Iser elves who were killed by one-third, it was not worth mentioning at all.

And such an amazing result was achieved only by the infantry... Leon Francois felt that an unprecedented world was opening its door to him, and Ansen Bach was the gatekeeper.

"Dear cousin Anson, what's next?"

"It's very simple~www.readwn.com~ Continue to surround and destroy the outposts of the Iser elves, and then wait for reinforcements."

Looking at Leon, who was excited and no longer regarded the elves as "friends", Anson shrugged, focusing entirely on the map in his hand:

"It won't be long before the main force behind the enemy's palace will know that his outposts have been unplugged one by one, and then they will slow down their marching speed and spare no effort to confirm the position of me and my troops, looking for a head-to-head battle with me. Opportunity."

"And before we are discovered by them, we have to take a detour to attack the baggage troop that they rushed to rescue and pull down, and let the support army fall apart by itself."

"So it is!" The young knight exclaimed excitedly, but immediately discovered a problem:

"But how do you know that the enemy's commander will definitely find ways to fight you head-on?"

Facing this question, An Sen showed a strange smile on his face, but did not answer.

Because I know it.

Louis Bernard...he will definitely do it.