I Will Be The Crowned King

On the 1st May of the 100th year of the saint's calendar, nearly half a month after Eaglehorn City was besieged, the core main force of the Elven Kingdom of Iser, the elite Guard Corps, was the imperial military attache and the first heir to the Duchy of Edland. Under the leadership of the talented "Sea Knight" Louis Bernard, they marched towards the Eagle Point Pass.

Although the road is rough among the rolling hills, the 20,000 proud and traditional Isir elves still maintain a compact and consistent formation; the gold and red, incomparably bright and dazzling military uniforms, make this mighty division look like a galloping force. melt flow.

When the Guard Corps was formed, the instructors sent by the Empire had made a kind reminder more than once; in recent years, both the range and accuracy of rifles and artillery have been greatly improved.

Therefore, although gold and red are really good, try not to use these two colors as the main color of military uniforms; it is better to choose black and white, or light blue and dark brown.

But to the proud and traditional Isir elves, this is simply unacceptable!

In the tradition of the Isir elves, red is the color of royalty and gold is the color of faith.

The uniform golden-red military uniform is the privilege that the Imperial Guard Corps representing the Elven King of Iser has!

This tradition is reflected in almost every aspect of the army, especially blood: the most noble are the royals, followed by the six oldest elven families in Iser, then the nobles of all ranks, and finally the commoners and aliens without elven blood— - Mainly humans.

This is not the end. In addition to the paternal and maternal blood, there is also the so-called "origin blood" that determines the status of an Iser elf. It has more and more noble blood; if two half-elves are both commoners, but one of them With one-fifth of the noble blood, then it is nobler than another half-elf.

In addition, "pure blood" is nobler than "half blood", "royal half blood" is nobler than "aristocratic pure blood"... This has led to a bunch of red tape that makes people mad, even Louis Bell, who has always advocated blood Nadu was unbearable.

Although the empire is also divided into ranks by blood and titles, it is far from the level of Iser’s savvy; especially, almost every elves like the Janissary Legion are extremely noble, and even the soldiers have “noble blood” where one of the most important duties of being a commander is to judge whose bloodline is more noble in the event of a conflict - not right or wrong.

Shaking his head and putting his troubles behind him, the grim-faced Louis rode his horse to patrol in the queue. The dark blue military uniform and the cloak of the iris war flag fluttering in the wind on his left shoulder made him incomparably proud in the golden-red queue. eye-catching.

"What are you thinking about?"

A sweet and soft voice sounded, and a petite female knight appeared behind him; the delicate breastplate and military uniform were as eye-catching as an evening dress; The sun shines a faint blue.

"Dear Louie, you look nervous."

The concern of the elf girl not only did not warm Louis's heart, but instead revealed a bit of entanglement; she looked back helplessly and bowed slightly to the other party:

"Yes, you are right, Her Royal Highness Princess Freya."

The elf girl blinked and approached with concern: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

She looked up at Louis intently, her almost translucent light blue eyes like pearls dripping with rain, adding a touch of innocence to her fair and tender face.

"I'm afraid not!"

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, Louis quickly avoided the sight of the other party, desperately restrained himself to keep himself normal, and looked ahead: "I... I'm thinking about how to better rescue Eagle Point City!"

"Then you can tell me."

Princess Freya still didn't give up, and she refused to take her eyes off Louis for a moment: "After all, His Royal Highness is the nominal commander of this legion!"

The elf girl proudly waved her little pink fist.

The corners of Louis' mouth twitched slightly... He almost forgot about it.

One of the reasons why the Elven King Iser is so stubborn to make himself the commander of the Janissary Legion is this Highness Freya.

This is a particularly difficult thing for Louis to understand. He doesn't even know what encounters he has with Freya; he only vaguely remembers that from a certain day, the little elf princess changed into a military uniform and worked tirelessly. follow behind you.

Not long after that, his status in the Imperial Guard Corps began to rise like a rocket, from an ordinary instructor to a chief instructor, then to an acting commander, and finally to the army commander.

Along with the marshal's staff, there was the head of the royal court who proposed to her on behalf of Princess Freya.

Louis wanted to refuse, but the accompanying imperial ambassador reminded and warned him over and over again that he must not destroy the friendly relationship between the empire and the Iser elves; coupled with the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to avenge his brother, he could only accept it silently.

With a light sigh, Louis raised his head and pointed in the direction of Eagle Point City in the distance: "To put it simply, I personally don't agree with the goal of sticking to Eagle Point City and fighting the Clovis people in the north of the Dawn Mountains."

"Yes, this is indeed a fortress that is easy to defend and hard to attack, and it can become the southwestern barrier of the Iser elf kingdom; but on the other hand, it also limits the power of the Iser elf to the Eagle's Horn Pass."

“Look around us, these complex hills and roads so narrow that only a few people can pass side by side; such steep terrain is indeed a natural line of defense in the event of an invasion, but when an attack occurs, it restricts us as well.”

"Like now... the rough roads completely limit the speed and efficiency of the army, in order to speed up the march we have to throw more heavy baggage at the end, because even if we are advancing lightly, only our marching speed in the plains can be matched. less than half."

"Oh~"

Freya suddenly realized, and her pupils flashed with adoration.

As a little princess who grew up in the royal court, her understanding of war is completely based on the deeds of great men in the history books. As for the boring historical materials and more formal military doctrines, she lacks the slightest interest.

The reason why he is so concentrated is purely like listening to Louis speak, and the confidence and focus he unconsciously exudes when he talks freely, which makes the elf princess who fell in love extremely infatuated and can't stop.

"And now, we are suffering the consequences of sticking to Eaglehorn City." Louis, who didn't notice Freya's eyes at all, sighed:

"The enemy has complete control of the fortress, and even let a large force infiltrate the rear of the fortress; now they only need to control one or two key positions with a small number of troops among these mountains and mountains, and they can make us immobile."

"As a simple example, see that tall hill in front of you? Here's what we're going to do; if I were Anson Bach, I'd be setting up a line of defense here with thousands of people, then..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Before he finished speaking, a hurried bugle sounded from the front of the queue; an elf knight holding a swallowtail flag walked along the parade, galloping on his horse and shouting loudly:

"Commander Louis Bernard, the outpost was attacked by the enemy and blocked the road. It's a Clovis!"

"what?!"

A flash of astonishment flashed across Louis' face, but the next second he regained his composure.

Anson Bach... You really control the situation so accurately.

Are you planning to fight me to the death by stopping me in such a place?

Very good, then I will do what you want!

"Fuck!"

The bright silver long knife burst out from the scabbard like flowing water, and Louis, who was tightening the reins, turned sharply in the adoring gaze of the Elf Princess, and raised the long knife above his head:

"All troops in place - ready to fight!"

"For the glory of Iser——!!!!"

Deafening cheers echoed in the mountains and forests, and the army of 20,000 elves turned into a state of challenge at an alarming speed amid the sound of orders and bugles.

At the other end of the hillside, on the defense line of the Southern Legion, the Clovis soldiers who listened to the tsunami-like screams of the mountains were all pale, running back and forth non-stop amid the scolding of the officers, hurriedly building their positions. .

They couldn't figure it out. After crossing the defense line of Eaglehorn City, they didn't encounter the reinforcements of the Iser elf along the way.

What the **** is going on in the minds of the Iser elves? Do they have to gather all the reinforcements to act together so that they can feel safe? This is their territory!

In the hurried and messy position, Lieutenant Colonel Roman, who was standing on the trench, observed the army of Iser Elf on the opposite side through his long monocular glasses.

It must be admitted that the Isir Praetorian Guards, dressed in gold and red, are indeed very imposing; eye-catching and unified uniforms. It makes this army of 20,000 people look more oppressive than Eaglehorn City.

But... Roman frowned slightly.

Why does this army of Iser seem to be fighting to the death here?

With only 3,000 people on hand, even if a defensive line can be established, it can only block one direction, and at most one-third of the enemy's army can be dragged down; since this is the case, what is the need for the commander of the other side to fight with him instead of going to the rescue? What about Eagle Point City?

Isn't this chasing the end?

Roman shook his head, he couldn't understand what the other side was thinking.

But in any case, this is a good thing - since the other party must push it from him, then they can delay their support for Eaglehorn City for a few more days, giving Lord Ludwig more time to capture the fortress.

Moreover, it seemed that the enemy had prepared in a hurry, and there was no sign of heavy artillery in the army; if there were only small artillery and infantry, Roman, who had a favorable position and had a grenadier regiment, was not afraid at all.

Just when he was thinking about how to delay the opposite side as much as possible, a rush of footsteps came from behind, and Roman, who frowned slightly, immediately turned his head and looked at the panting scout:

"did you find it?"

"no!"

The breathless messenger replied decisively: "We have searched all the nearby areas that may be suitable for camping, but we have not found Deputy Commander Anson Bach and his army - only some traces of troops passing by."

"No?" Lieutenant Colonel Roman said coldly:

"As for the messengers, I remember that one of the messengers sent out last time has not come back yet; didn't Anson Bach send even a single messenger?"

"No, nothing!" The scout shook his head repeatedly:

"We found the trucks and some scattered supplies that were abandoned by them, most of which were seized from the Iser elves. It can be confirmed that the army of Deputy Commander Anson Bach has been operating nearby until recently, and has substantially attacked Iraq. The supply lines of the Ther elves posed a threat."

"But we did not find any trace of him and his army, let alone confirm their approximate location!"

Nothing... Roman's expression was a little ugly.

According to his original plan, if his 3,000 men could be combined with Ansen Bach's 2,000-odd troops, they would at least reach the level of nearly a full infantry division; although it was still not enough to stop 20,000 men, he would try to delay it by half. In the past few months, there is still a chance for Lord Ludwig to seize the city.

But now it is obvious that not only is there no reinforcements, but it is not clear whether Anson and his 2,000 people are dead or alive - although Roman does not believe that this guy will be killed so easily.

"Anson Bach...what are you doing?"

When Roman was at a loss, the defenders of Eagle Point City far behind him fell into a huge shock and panic.

"what is that?!"

Accompanied by the panicked shouts of a sentinel at the top of the tower, the Eagle Horn City defenders, who were being attacked from the front by the main force of Ludwig's Southern Army, turned their attention to their back for the first time.

Between the lofty mountains of the Dawn Mountains, one side, two sides... Countless Clovis unicorn battle flags continued to emerge, swept across several mountains in an instant like pitch-black ants, and surrounded the entire Eagle Point City from the south.

The defenders of Eaglehorn City, who discovered this, made a mess in an instant - the builder of Eaglehorn City was the Grand Duke Thun two hundred years ago~www.readwn.com~ Naturally, they would not build too much in the direction facing their own territory. There are many defense facilities, so the defense is relatively weak; the Iser Elf, who desperately resisted the frontal attack of the Clovis, did not think about what to do when the enemy appeared behind.

Below the mountain, on the road from Eagle Point City to the Seven Cities Alliance, a Clovis officer holding a swallowtail flag galloped towards the fortress on horseback.

Under the watchful eyes of the panic-stricken defenders, the officer stationed his horse and stopped on a mound outside Eagle Point City.

"I'm the commander of the 1st Corps of the Southern Legion, Major Fabian!"

"On the order of the commander-in-chief of the legion, I will issue an ultimatum to Yingjiao City - give you seventy-two hours, hand over your weapons and city defenses, take the initiative to leave the city, and report to our army's barracks to surrender!"

"Out of time, Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach will issue the final attack order and will no longer abide by any previous agreements!"

"Listen clearly, this is not a warning!"

"This is an ultimatum!"