I Will Be The Crowned King

"It's so dense and continuous shelling... The Clovis Southern Corps is really a luxury."

On the position of the Imperial Guard Corps, looking at the continuous blasting of the centerline of the battlefield, one after another, the sparks heralding death, Louis Bernard couldn't help but sighed.

The dull and roaring cannons continued to blast over Eagle Point City, and even the gravel under his feet trembled, as if the entire earth was shaking; the billowing black smoke obscured the entire battlefield, causing the earth to open in advance of the evening. nightfall.

The slowly advancing Guards Corps line struggled in this near-constant artillery bombardment; the cross-fire formed by Eagle Point City and the surrounding artillery positions almost perfectly covered the entire battlefield; the four large-caliber doors in the fortress The mortars were constantly dropping shrapnel without dead ends. Every time the gray "smoke" exploded in the air, it meant that at least a dozen or even dozens of soldiers were killed or injured.

Although the actual losses caused were not large, such fierce artillery fire seriously interrupted the rhythm of Louis Bernard's attack; the third column, which was originally expected to enter the battle ten minutes ago at the latest, was destroyed by the artillery fire. The squad has only just started.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid it will be difficult to quickly defeat the first line of defense of the Southern Legion according to the predetermined plan.

Holding the hilt of his right hand tightly, while Louis Bernard tried his best to restrain his anxiety, more doubts arose in his heart.

As far as he knows, this southern legion should be the newly established legion of Clovis, and the core main force should be the First Levy of Thunder Fort that he met in Fort Thunder; this is enough to prove the strength of Clovis who confronted the empire on the western front. It is already stretched to the point where it is impossible to organize a war without a large number of conscripted troops.

So... where did they get so many shells?

The Clovis army, which is mainly infantry, even the main standing army usually follows the standard of one artillery per thousand people. Even a full 40,000-strong army has a maximum of five artillery companies and forty to fifty artillery pieces. That's it.

But the Southern Legion in front of him... The number of artillery pieces he has seen is definitely more than forty!

This wasn't the only thing that puzzled him—according to the information he had, the Southern Legion should have no less than 30,000 troops, but what Louis had seen so far was only around 10,000.

To a certain extent, this was one of the reasons why he was extremely cautious at the beginning and kept testing but was still reluctant to launch a general attack; in the face of a strong fortress with a full army of troops stationed, Louis, who also had only one legion, no matter how eager he was for a decisive battle. Don't dare to risk the lives of forty thousand Isir elves.

Considering the complex terrain around Eagle Point City, Louis always believed that this was probably a trap set by Ludwig or Anson to induce himself to besiege the fortress. .

But judging from the information sent back by the scouts, I'm afraid I really think too much - there is no trace of large-scale legions in the north of Eagle Point City, only the supply line of the Clovis.

And the pass south of Eagle Point City is still firmly in the hands of Thun's army... If there is such an army, can they still turn a blind eye?

Think about it and know it's impossible!

Therefore, it is true that the attack was very hasty at this time. As the evening approached, he only had a window of less than three hours, and he had to end the attack as soon as it got dark - but Louis decided to take a gamble.

If the Southern Legion did have an ambush, there was no reason they wouldn't be out in such a hurry, and if not...

Eagle Horn City is what you have in your pocket!

Looking at the defensive position of Eagle Point City covered by artillery fire and gunpowder smoke, Louis slowly raised his saber;

Accompanied by the loud bugle sound, a column hidden behind a hillside on the left flank of the Imperial Guard Corps immediately began to assemble; in an instant, thousands of figures in red and gold appeared on the top of the hill!

"All of them—forward!"

Accompanied by the enthusiastic shouts of the officers, the column of 4,000 Iser elves turned sideways, covering most of the top of the mountain like a raging tide, and launched an attack on the fort on the far right wing of the southern legion under the hill.

Overwhelming, unstoppable!

It was not until the enemy appeared in the field of vision that the defenders in the artillery fort were horrified to find that the enemy had circled to their right flank at some point, and attacked them with rifles, who were entangled by the frontal enemy.

Even if the Praetorian Guards can't spread the horizontal line so thinly and loosely like the Clovis infantry, and the frontal can stretch one and a half times the frontal width of others, but in the face of the crushing-level military disadvantage, the front of the Southern Legion is still not enough. width.

The disadvantage of forcibly widening the front is that the flanks are extremely weak!

The artillery defenders, who discovered this, reacted immediately, turning all their light field artillery around when they could not mobilize their 12-pounder cannons, and quickly fired at the incoming enemy troops on the flanks, trying to stop them as much as possible. Speed, buy time for reservists and garrison artillery.

But here's the problem - the front is too wide, so that the southern army can't actually draw many reserves, and once Ludwig turns the fort's artillery to the right flank, not to mention how long the artillery fire interval will be in the middle, the front has to bear The pressure will double immediately!

Louis Bernard's offensive was too cautious, he wanted to fight Ansen Bach in a mad madness, and he obviously had an absolute superior force... But he had to fight steadily, and would rather waste a little more time than take risks.

This is not only inconsistent with Ludwig's memory, but also has a relatively obvious gap with Roman's previous report; it seems that overnight, this imperial knight has completely changed his personality.

Who the **** made him like this?

Ludwig was puzzled.

The screaming solid bullets continued to land on the front of the Iser army swept down from the hillside. The explosion of fire and the screams of the companions interrupted the formation, but they did not stop their progress in the slightest. rapid progress.

When the last shot was over, and there were still nearly 100 meters away from the fort, the Iser elves did not shoot slowly as usual, or entered the stage of confrontation with the enemy; before a shot was fired, the 4,000 elf line corps fell to the ground. Roaring launched a charge.

Despite the surprise, the artillery defenders responded quickly.

"Company of Grenadiers!"

Roman in front of the trench roared with a grim expression on his face, and the four companies serving as the reserve team stood up immediately, and the rifle in his right hand slammed on the ground with a "bang!", entering a state of preparation.

The troops guarding the far right position of the Southern Legion were Roman's infantry regiment; of course, Ludwig could only be assured of such an important position, which was related to whether the defense line could hold up or not.

"The flanks are unfolded, and the two columns are horizontal - all with bayonets, ready to take on the enemy!"

Seeing the almost frenzied charge of the enemy, Roman's face was still not flustered at all, as calmly as if he was ready to die at any time.

"Ready - shoot!"

The sound of neat salvos was deafening, the charging Iser army was stunned, the soldiers at the front fell in rows, and the already disorderly formation was even more scattered.

Although the enemy was already in front of him, the experienced grenadiers still maintained a steady rhythm, unhurriedly firing and reloading according to the order; the absolute cronies and elites in Ludwig’s hands were equipped with Leo The Pod rifle is so high that it can maintain a stable rate of fire of five rounds per minute.

The gunshots kept ringing, and the golden-red tide kept approaching... 80 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters, 20...

"Grenadier company—" Roman's face turned cold, and his face twisted and roared behind him:

"Hand-grenade-bomb!"

"boom--!!!!"

When the first grenade had not yet dropped, the Iser elves had already rushed to the position and rushed towards the grenadiers in the trenches desperately.

The moment of engagement is the beginning of a decisive battle!

The zealous Ysir elves rushed through the fences and trenches with their bayonet-mounted rifles against the flames of death bursting with grenades, roaring even over the roar of the guns.

The trenches and parapets built purely to delay time are not worth mentioning at all under the absolute advantage of the number of people, and the terrain around Eagle Point City also makes it impossible for the southern army to dig the outer trenches too deep... After the price of the annihilation of the army, the vanguard of the 4,000 Iser elves poured into the defensive position of the grenadier regiment from the flank, and collided with the thin two-row line.

But unlike what they imagined, this extremely thin line of defense was not shattered in an instant in front of their charge; on the contrary, less than 500 grenadiers abruptly blocked the first round of offensive, and the influx of the trenches The elf line private strangulation together.

The Iser elves have the superiority of troops and are condescending, but the grenadiers guarding the artillery base only need to rely on the light artillery in the position, and guarding a small trench and parapet can block several times their enemies.

So the two sides fought in this narrow and rugged mountain that could accommodate at most one or two infantry regiments, under the fire of the shells, and in the smoke of the guns that could not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy; When the bullets run out, he picks up the bayonet. When the blade is broken, he picks up the **** of the gun. When the rifle is gone, he uses his feet, fists and teeth...

"puff!"

The sharp blade penetrated the mouth of the elf knight, and the eyes of the corpse with a large mouth widened, and the dilated pupils looked as if a child was stunned to look at Lieutenant Colonel Roman who had suddenly changed into a person in front of him.

The gushing blood splashed on Roman's face, and the already ferocious face was now twisted like a hyena that devoured people.

He didn't even look at the two elf privates who were attacking from behind, he raised his blade and rushed straight at an officer who raised his voice and shouted; The tip of the knife that is in close contact with his own chest.

The crisp sound of bone cracks was accompanied by the sound of muscles being torn apart, and the howling elf flag officer watched as he was ripped from bottom to top by the saber in the opponent's hand; a red light flashed through his pupils, and he was shocked. I found myself unable to even shout.

"Pfft!"

The elf flag officer who was stabbed through the neck was nailed to the ground with the falling blade. Roman, who was kneeling on one knee, arched his back, and raised his right hand holding the revolver without warning, letting the two elves who were about to rush up. The soldier was taken aback.

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots sounded, and two more bodies appeared on the ground.

Gently licking the blood of the enemy at the corner of his mouth, Roman's body suddenly began to tremble slightly, a low roar came from his throat, and his frowning brows seemed to be trying his best to restrain some inhuman impulse.

During the melee, although the high morale grenadiers were still defending their positions, no matter how hard these ordinary people with no bloodline resisted, they would inevitably be penetrated by an enemy several times their size. , had to start shrinking the force...

At this moment, the artillery coverage of Eagle Point City finally turned to the right flank of the position.

"boom--!!!!"

With the familiar explosion sound and the parabola across the sky, the gray "rain of death" fell on the heads of the Iser elves who were attacking from the flanks, tearing one flesh after another like a storm.

The sudden artillery attack interrupted the original ferocious offensive, and the Iser elves who had not seen the enemy could only let out a scream before being smashed through the skull cavity by the lead bullet that fell from the sky, ripped open the chest, ripped off the neck and Limbs...

The shattered flesh frightened the soldiers in the back row, and at the same time blocked the way they continued to attack, temporarily interrupting the offensive of the follow-up troops, giving the defenders in the artillery a moment of respite.

This short moment not only allowed the grenadiers in the artillery base to take the opportunity to defeat the Iser elves who rushed into the position, but Ludwig in Eaglehorn also seized the gap and sent a skirmish regiment as a reserve, immediately Rapid reinforcements to the right flank.

Yes, the position on the right flank can fall. In the face of 40,000 Isel elves, the troops of the Southern Legion could not hold such a wide line of defense at all. It was only a matter of time before a hole was torn open. Ludwig had already built the fortress to the south. The preparation of the new line of defense has steadily and steadily dragged the offensive of the Imperial Guard Corps.

But not now!

"Send the guard battalion~www.readwn.com~ all in place." Ludwig looked back suddenly to the guards behind him:

"Only one skirmish regiment is not enough. I am afraid that Louis Bernard is also mobilizing troops to reinforce the right flank - let the battalion commander of the guard battalion raise my flag to reinforce, I will give as much artillery support as possible, and be sure to defend me on the right flank!"

"But, but Commander..."

"But what, didn't you hear the order?!"

The guard who was frightened by Ludwig's roar widened his mouth, and was stunned in place without saying a word, but raised his right finger to the right.

Um?

The ugly-looking Ludwig turned his head and looked in confusion in the direction the guard pointed; the next second, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"The Elf...Louis Bernard...he, how did he..."

"Why is he retreating?!"