I Will Be The Crowned King

For the empire... More precisely, it is the ring of all belief orders in the entire world of order, and for believers who advocate the "knight culture", the "Scarlet Swallowtail Flag" is an extremely special symbol.

It first came from the myth of the "Seven Knights" - six warriors from all over the world united under the "Dragon Knight" Herid to challenge the tyrannical and cruel dark creatures and evil gods.

When the fateful battle to decide the future of the world came, Herid rode his dragon companion, held high the flag gun that could pierce the sky, and launched a final charge against the evil **** alone.

On the tip of his gun, a red swallowtail flag fluttered.

The Herid family's coat of arms is a golden iris on a blue and white background, a symbol of his tolerant and selfless character; red is never used on his flag armor.

"...The warriors who fell on the journey will tie the swallowtail flag dyed red with their own blood to the top of Herid's lance, and pin all their hopes on the tip of his indestructible spear..." The myth of the seven knights so recorded in.

Because of this legend, more and more believers in the Ring of Faith followed suit, and there was an unwritten rule: once this flag was erected, it meant that this unit would fight to the death and never back down.

Looking at the red swallowtail flag on the top of the tower, which was squeaking in the cold wind, the expression of Buller Mathias was extremely difficult to see.

In his memory, the commander of the fortress in Eagle Point City is quite cowardly and incompetent to the point of having no leadership ability; as the highest-ranking officer in Eagle Point City, he has no opinion at military conferences and completely "respects" the majority People's opinions, and even a decent defense plan can't come up.

If it weren't for this, the defense line north of Eagle Point City would not have collapsed so quickly under the onslaught of the Southern Legion; Buller Mathias' "Defection Plan" would not have progressed so easily.

And now... this "half-blood", cowardly and unassertive fellow, raised a **** swallowtail flag in front of his noble "pure-blood" knight.

Is he actually going to carry it to the end?

The corner of the elf knight's mouth twitched slightly, he couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's actions at all; at this point in the battle, did he think that the fortress could be retaken by the hundreds of soldiers who had run out of ammunition?

And the soldiers of the elf outpost in front of him also had similar thoughts: the battle is over, and there is no point in continuing to fight, not to mention that the purpose of their "defection" is to survive, why should they die for the Clovis people? ?

With heavy war weariness and fear of war spreading, the elf knights and more than a thousand elf outposts simply stopped their attacks, and instead deployed a defensive formation around them, and were ready to retreat at any time.

Bühler Mathias's abacus is very good - the elf outpost is the capital of his surrender and life-saving, and it is impossible to waste it in such a place; if Anson Bach wants to completely eliminate this few remaining guards. Army, then let him do it himself.

Anyway, whether it is to continue to attack Iser next, or to control the entire city defense of Eagle Point City, I still have the value of using him, so I don't have to worry about it...

Just when he was triumphant, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him; the elf knight turned his head sharply, and frowned slightly when he saw the other's face:

"Major Fabien, why are you?"

"Commander Anson Bach ordered me to clean up the battlefield, and by the way, to know the progress."

Fabian, who had his hands behind his back, had an indifferent expression, and he didn't even want to greet him at all: "How's the situation?"

"Just as you see."

Buller Mathias said coldly, the other party's unceremonious tone and humble identity made him very uncomfortable-he knew a little about the Clovis military system, and knew that the other party was at best a regimental commander level:

"Most of the resistance forces in Eagle Point City have been extinguished, and some of the forces are controlling the surrounding city defenses to clear some fish that slip through the net."

"Now the last remaining are only the hundreds of remnants and their commanders who are standing in the tower; but these guys have run out of ammunition, suffered heavy casualties, and have no supplies or retreats. They are just dying. "

The elf knight said, with a hint of self-satisfaction in his expression-although it was rebellious, but it took less than 2,000 people to take down a strong fortress with more than twice the strength of his own, which was enough to prove that he and his outpost army were strong enough. strength.

"Very good." Fabian nodded, expressionless, neither praise nor contempt:

"Then how long will it take you to eliminate them?"

"Do... Your Excellency Fabien, don't you understand what I mean?"

Buller Mathias snorted coldly: "They have no way out! They have no ammunition, no supplies, and heavy casualties! This guy who can't recognize the form and carry it to the end simply..."

"how long."

Fabian interrupted him unceremoniously: "I need an accurate time to report to Commander Anson Bach."

"I……!"

The expression of Buhler Mathias, who was repeatedly questioned, distorted, and nameless anger burned in his chest.

Yes, I surrendered to you Clovisers, but that is because, as a pure-blood knight, I am willing to keep my promise with you, Anson Bach, out of mutual trust among noble people.

It's surrender, not surrender! Not surrender! Not surrender!

I still have more than a thousand elite Isir outposts in my hands. I am a noble "pure-blood" aristocrat of Mathias. How dare you let a little major question me in such a tone? !

Taking a deep breath, Bühler Mathias stared at Fabian with a cold gaze:

"I'm not obliged to tell you that."

"If Anson Bach wants to know, let him ask me himself!"

When the voice fell, he turned around and gave the other party a cold look.

"really."

There was no sign of humiliation on Fabian's face, and he nodded solemnly: "This is all a personal agreement between you and Commander Anson Bach; I am a small subordinate, and I am not qualified to ask about this. a level of affairs.”

His speech was very slow, and there was a bit of sincerity in his words, as if he was apologizing to the other party.

The elf knight with his back to Fabian snorted softly, and the corners of his mouth twitched proudly.

And in the next second, a dark shadow that could not be clearly seen suddenly flashed across his cheek.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded, and before the Elf Knight could figure out what happened, he found that his eyes were swirling, and the towering tower in his pupils suddenly fell down.

In the next second, intense pain spread across his cheeks, and he watched as blood foam and shattered teeth spurted out of the corners of his mouth.

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

The heart-piercing screams alarmed the surrounding elf soldiers, who watched in astonishment as Fabian stepped on the neck of the elf knight.

"I'm not qualified to ask such a big thing as a little major, but..."

Fabian stared at the frightened eyes of the elf knight and said slowly, word by word, the revolver in his right hand pressed against his head:

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about the identity of the two of us."

"I'm just a little major, and you, and these 'loyal and brave' Isir elf soldiers under your command..."

"Just a prisoner of Commander Anson Bach."

"If you can't capture Eagle Point City for the commander, then your use value will cease to exist; it's just a group of dregs who look unsightly and waste food."

"Kill you, don't kill you... It won't matter to me or Commander Anson Bach."

"Understand?"

Looking disdainfully at the expression of the elf knight's anger and not speaking, Fabian, who slowly raised his head, swept his cold eyes to the surrounding elf outposts.

The stunned soldiers were stunned for nearly half a minute, and then the army major, who was alone, was instantly aimed at every gap from head to toe by nearly a hundred rifles.

As long as Buller Mathias opened his mouth, he would instantly turn into a sieve leaking blood.

But Fabian didn't even have a little bit of fear on his face. He gently raised his left hand and made a "silence" in front of his mouth, and then raised his finger to the top of his head.

In the next second, the elf soldiers who looked up were all pale—unconsciously, the Clovis soldiers who followed them into the fortress, had completely controlled the innermost city defense, and were raising their guns on the fortress. Point to them!

Even the city defense artillery has turned into the city, and the pitch-black artillery is full of shrapnel specially used to sweep the line... The purpose is self-evident.

Such firepower, such an arrangement... In ten minutes, the elf outpost who had just won a big victory in front of his compatriots and suppressed the remaining soldiers in the tower would become corpses all over the place.

Don't even try to escape.

Or even if you can escape, what can you do?

To the south and north are the lines of defense of the Clovis. Can a soldier who is alone from the army still survive the line of defense built by the trenches and artillery?

Looking at the darkness on the city wall, the elf soldiers swallowed and looked at the elf knight who fell to the ground like rags, slowly put away their weapons, and returned to their queue.

Fabian's gaze also fell back to the face of Bull Mathias - the cheeks of the elf knight who had been stepped on the neck were flushed, but the pupils were ashen-white as they were lost.

"Very well, it looks like you finally figured out your status and situation." Fabian still rudely and unabashedly sarcastically said:

"Rest assured, as long as you can continue to maintain your value to Commander Anson Bach, you are still a noble 'contractor' and above my little major; you can take revenge at any time as long as the commander agrees. Can get revenge."

"Now tell me, how long will it take you to destroy them?"

………………

At 2:45 in the morning, the Elf Outpost Army launched the final general attack on the defenders of Eagle Point City.

Facing the desperate resistance of the defenders, Bull Mathias still chose the same tactics as before, and simultaneously launched attacks from all sides of the tower; the deafening roar resounded through the fortress, and the screaming lead bullets swept away again and again. The lobby on the ground floor of the tower.

In the billowing smoke, the elf knight gave the order to charge.

Then they came under a long-planned salvo.

The fortress defenders who ran out of ammunition took advantage of the short "truce period" among the outposts to deduct lead bullets from the other side from the walls and the ground, and desperately collected the last bits of residue left in each person's gunpowder bag. Finally got enough for a company to fire a salvo round.

But this is also the last salvo... The defending soldiers silently polished their bayonets under the muzzle, and formed a hollow phalanx at the bottom of the tower amid the hoarse shouts of the fortress commander.

Accompanied by the harsh sound of bugles, the soldiers of the elf outpost rushed into the tower like waves rushing towards the reef, and collided with the fortress defenders. sound.

The two armies of the Iser elf who looked identical and had identical tactics fought each other in the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat under two identical banners.

Although the outpost had an absolute advantage on the front line and could simultaneously besiege the remaining fortress defenders from all sides, the defenders who raised the blood-colored swallowtail flag relied on the will to fight without fear of death and forcibly withstood several charges.

However, the casualties of the outpost army, who were unable to tear apart the formation and had no morale at all, began to expand, starting from one to two, to one to three, and even to one to four.

For any qualified commander, in such a situation, he should immediately stop fighting and rethink the way of attacking; but the blood-covered Buller Mathias seemed to have not seen it, mechanically facing the rear. The platoon's reserves gave the order to attack, desperately throwing more troops into the solitary tower.

With this tactic that almost used the lives of soldiers to pave the way, the fortress defenders in the tower finally began to experience physical exhaustion and rapidly increasing casualties; the elven outposts took advantage of the situation and stormed into the tower like a tide.

The formation was completely torn apart~www.readwn.com~ The elf soldiers in almost similar uniforms began to strangle together indiscriminately between the enemy and the enemy; the two sides no longer even cared about who was in front of them, and just tried their best to stab the rifles in their hands. bayonet.

So far, in order to attack the tower with less than 200 elves left, the outpost has paid more than double the casualties.

The commander of the fortress, whose arm was cut off, retreated under the cover of a dozen guards, and fought and retreated along the stairs to the top of the tower; while the elf soldiers who tore apart all the defenders in the hall also followed the stairs. Chase all the way up.

They seemed to have forgotten the buckshot in their rifles, wielding bayonets and fighting the remaining defenders.

In the end, the commander of the fortress, who had withdrawn all the way to the top of the tower, held the flagpole with his only hand and was nailed to the ground by six rifles.

The blood-colored swallowtail flag, which was hunting in the cold wind, fluttered with the wind to the snow-capped Dawn Bingfeng.

On May 2, the 100th year of the saint's calendar, at 3:15 in the morning, Eagle Point City fell.

There were nearly 2,000 storm divisions below Ansen, and the entire army had zero casualties.