I Will Be The Crowned King

Duke Aiden sat on the chair, and let the soldiers of the guard company search him, took away all the weapons or metal products that could be used as weapons, and tied his hands to the back of the chair with ropes.

The tent under the rainy night was ransacked, leaving only a kerosene lamp that flickered and extinguished, and twenty drenched guard company soldiers, standing around the tent with guns and ammunition, the right index finger pressed against the trigger.

The pitch-dark midnight rain was pouring, but the dull sound of rain made the tent seem extremely quiet. The silence even made Duke Aiden feel that he could hear the nervous breathing and heartbeats of the Clovis soldiers around him.

And the footsteps of someone walking into the tent.

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, we meet again."

Looking at Anson, who was a little embarrassed by the rain, Duke Aiden smiled softly, as if he was just welcoming a friend he had just met:

"What a surprise. I originally planned to send someone to the warehouse to deliver the invitations, but I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."

"Yeah, it's quite unexpected." The expressionless Anson snorted softly:

"I thought the next time the two of us would meet, the fastest would be next month. I didn't expect to meet again just after we parted."

"No way, I'm just so enthusiastic sometimes."

The corners of the young duke's mouth rose, and he looked at Anson with meaningful eyes: "I heard that you have been ill recently. It doesn't matter if you have been in such a heavy rain, right?"

"Thank you for your concern." Anson was expressionless:

"I'm still young, and I live a healthy life and rest. One or two minor illnesses won't affect me - but sometimes I catch a cold and cough, and I can encounter some unexpected surprises."

"Oh?"

Duke Aiden seemed very interested: "For example?"

"For example..." An Sen narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Isn't it now?"

The young duke was stunned for a moment, and then "Pfft!" laughed out loud.

Anson, whose eyes were cold, was indifferent, watching the guy tied to the chair laughing motionlessly; the duke's hearty and strange laughter echoed in the dead tent.

After more than ten seconds, the hearty laughter finally stopped, and the duke, whose shoulders shrugged slightly, smiled and looked at Anson: "I said... Your Honorable Deputy Commander, you don't think you will catch me... this 'Battle of Green Valley' Even if it's a bet, right?"

"Oh, isn't it?" Anson raised his eyebrows.

"Uh... Okay, I'll just pretend you're joking with me."

With a wry smile, Duke Aiden shrugged again, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually turned into a hideous smile:

"But if you really think so, then I can only say sorry - the order for a full-scale attack has been issued, all the messengers have been dispatched by me, plus the current night and heavy rain... already Nothing can stop their urge to kill."

"Even if you shoot me now and throw my head in front of them, it will only make the fight more confusing."

The young duke's eyes were burning: "After all... that's more than 10,000 people, plus your soldiers, it's nearly 20,000 people."

"What can stop nearly 20,000 people from fighting each other desperately in the dark night?"

An Sen frowned slightly, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"So let's pray, Your Excellency Anson Bach." Duke Aiden's smile gradually became cold:

"You deliberately let go of the defense line, and the tactics of flanking and attacking the rear are indeed an unexpected lore, and it is indeed unexpected."

"So... I hope your soldiers can also understand your good intentions, and you can still hold the warehouse stronghold with high morale without your commander until the sun rises."

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The southern city wall of Luyin Valley, the warehouse stronghold.

After going through a series of deadly offensive and defensive battles, the originally stalemate battles gradually began to become clearer.

Even though the force has been reduced as much as possible to reduce the frontal width, and there are ready-made barricades and bunkers on the streets and at all intersections - left over from the rout of Carindia before - it is still worth twice the force in the face of it. Many enemies attacked like a mad dog, and the storm division's control of the defense line was increasingly stretched.

On the one hand, although the Storm Division has installed a large number of rear-loading rifles, the firing frequency is much higher than that of the opposite Aiden Corps, but before that, the Leiden front-loading rifle was still the absolute main weapon of the expanded Storm Division, and the real firepower did not. Open the qualitative gap with the opposite side.

On the other hand, the low visibility caused by the heavy rain and the dark night also weakened the shooting accuracy of the skirmishers; the main force of Leopold's Storm Division was not fully equipped like the Storm Regiment, and the main role of the anti-fire was still fire cover and deterrence , and could not completely stop the bayonet charge of the Aiden Legion's furious battle.

When the first Aiden soldier with a bayonet rifle rushed into the position, the brutal melee began uncontrollably; the cries of the fighting were like wildfire, and quickly ignited, burned, and rose at the forefront of all defense lines. Destroy all flames.

In the warehouse stronghold, the battered Carl Bain kept using various means to stabilize the military. At the same time, he continued to deploy the few reserve troops around him to support and cover the front-line troops. Back off.

But at the same time shrinking the position, it also means that they are constantly giving up their detours, allowing the enemy to mobilize troops in a wider range, mobilize more fresh forces more calmly, and organize a new round of offensive with more intense offensive.

But fortunately Carl Bain does not need to face this problem - the low visibility and the almost crazy attack of the enemy before, the organization of the entire Aiden Legion has come to the brink of collapse. All are fighting on their own.

In addition, the battlefield itself is very narrow, but the depth is very long, causing a large number of troops to be blocked in the back row. It is necessary to wait until the front row is killed or defeated before a new round of attacks can be launched.

But this little "advantage" has also become insignificant under the rapid encroachment of the enemy; the Aiden Legion on the opposite side is not that person, but Carl Bain is responsible for Anson and his Storm Division, doing his best Reduce the number of soldier casualties.

After all, the Storm Division is only a partial division of the Southern Legion, and it is too difficult to replenish its personnel; if they have only 5,000 people and suffer heavy casualties in a small battle like Luyin Valley, the areas they conquered and controlled before will become restless. .

According to his most pessimistic prediction, if he does not consider a head-to-head **** battle with the Aiden Legion, I am afraid that the Storm Division will consider the retreat plan in four hours at the latest.

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"Indeed."

An Sen, who frowned, said with a slightly heavy tone: "If you really intend to occupy Luyin Valley at any cost, given the current state of our army, we have no capital and no plans to continue fighting with you."

The silent Duke Aiden did not speak, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Anson Bach's reaction was basically the same as his previous guess - the Clovis people's attention on the battlefield in the southeast is mainly focused on the Elven Kingdom of Iser, and there is not much spare energy to devote to the south of the Dawn Mountains. of Han soil.

If nothing else, the Anson Bach in front of him and the storm division with more than 5,000 people behind him should be all the troops that Clovis is willing to put into Han soil; therefore, he will not take risks for the Carindians, Fight a battle for the Green Valley that has no interests at all!

Yes, he lost the battle, but the end result was nothing more than a step back from both sides and continued peace; unless he was willing to fight for the Carindians, there would be no major change in the tide of battle.

This is the courage of Victor Emmanuel who dares to sit here and "capture it" - as long as Anson Bach still intends to cooperate with the Principality of Aiden, and does not want to get a undead opponent in Hantu, he will not dare to put himself how.

"If...if there is no accident." Anson said suddenly.

Accident?

Duke Aiden was stunned, and looked at the expressionless Deputy Commander His Excellency with some inexplicable expression:

"What accident?"

"An accident that made me finally make up my mind to take a risk and fight a green valley with you."

An Sen's expression suddenly became lighter: "As you said, when the order has been issued, even you and I can't stop nearly 20,000 people from killing each other."

"If you and I can't stop them, then what can stop them?"

Um? !

It seemed that he had guessed something from this sentence. The duke, who was still calm just now, suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Anson in front of him; he suddenly realized that there was still some flaw in his original plan. A very fatal flaw.

"Very good, it seems that you already know the answer." An Sen nodded slightly, and his eyes became a little more playful:

"Save me the nonsense again."

"impossible!"

The stunned Duke Aiden suddenly retorted loudly: "With such a heavy rain, it is impossible for Thun's army to come over! Unless Claude Francois is crazy, he will send troops in this ghost weather!"

"No matter how hard they rush, they will have to wait until evening at the earliest to arrive at Luyin Valley - the battle should have ended before then, and it will be too late!"

"Yes, it's too late." Anson admitted frankly:

"But I'm still willing to accompany you to make another bet in tonight's game!"

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"Boom!!!! Boom!!!! Boom!!!!"

The deafening sound of gunfire rang out again and again in the torrential rain like a thunderbolt; the sound of fighting in the dark was like a rushing giant wave, attacking the warehouse stronghold from three directions at the same time.

With the passage of time, the lines of defense continued to retreat in the face of the Aiden Legion's offensive; the soldiers of the Storm Division, who were used to fighting smoothly in the past few months, encountered such a fierce and fearless Hantu army for the first time. Not unprepared, but also dizzy in the face of this wave-like offensive.

When the last frontier barricade was breached, more than 4,000 storm division troops collapsed and retreated all the way. In the end, apart from the warehouse stronghold, only the southern city wall was still firmly under control.

If even this only way back is cut off, the storm division will really have to fight to the death.

"It's over, it's over."

Looking at the tidal Aiden Legion, Carl, who was about to collapse in his heart, muttered to himself. His face was so pale that he couldn't see a trace of blood, and his hands that were holding the body on the cover were shaking slightly.

The people behind him were so nervous... The officer yelled loudly, trying to cover up his fear with his voice; the soldiers were numb, mechanically executing every order that sounded either nonsense or bizarre.

"Chief of Staff, what should we do next?!"

Amidst the deafening screams of killing, a skirmisher commander whose head was still bleeding with a bandage suddenly opened his mouth and pressed Carl's shoulder eagerly:

"If we continue like this, the warehouse stronghold will really be unstoppable - are there really reinforcements tonight, you and the deputy commander won't lie to us?!"

"If you can defend it, you will definitely be able to defend it!" Carl, who suddenly woke up, interrupted quickly: "Put your heart down, stick to your post, and continue to persevere; there will be reinforcements, and there will be!"

"Put your heart down, it's all in the Deputy Commander's plan, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he could only say these words against his will.

However, the situation in front of him was not as he described it... With the fall of the peripheral defenses one by one, the originally safe warehouse stronghold was completely exposed to the firepower of the Aiden Legion.

If it weren't for the fact that Aiden's regiment had been out of shells, Carl's bunker would have been covered by round after round of artillery fire.

On the other side, the Aiden Legion, who finally saw a little hope of conquering the warehouse stronghold, was in high spirits. The Aiden officers, who had suffered huge casualties, reorganized the army again, ecstatically biting towards the crumbling defense line.

In the dark night where all hands could not be seen, groups of Aiden soldiers shouted excitedly, stepped on the corpses of Paoze and the enemy to break through the blood-soaked position, and followed in the direction of the retreat of the storm division army.

at this time……

"Thun people - move forward!"

A loud cry pierced through the layers of rain curtain ~www.readwn.com~ and sounded from under the southern city wall with its back facing the warehouse stronghold.

The chaotic fighting came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the soldiers of the Storm Division and the Aiden Legion were stunned almost at the same time, staring at the direction of the cry with horror or surprise.

In the sound of waterfalls and rain, the roar of the iron cavalry sounded!

"Cavalry! It's cavalry!"

Accompanied by the exclamation of a sharp-eyed skirmisher, hundreds of figures formed a formation like sharp knives, rushed through the city gate at a speed with almost only afterimages, and drove straight into the chaotic battlefield under the warehouse stronghold.

"For Han soil, for Clovis, for Francois!"

A Thun knight at the head shouted loudly, facing the wind and rain, and forcefully unfolded the flag in his hand - the Thun red thorn flower with a gold edge:

"Thun people - move forward!"

"Kill all the Aiden dogs!"