I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom--!!!!"

The deafening sound of the explosion reverberated on the sea, and the burning flagship of the Hantu fleet raised a cluster of soaring fireworks under the night, like a "beacon" illuminating the world, which was spectacular.

As the only three-masted cruiser in the entire fleet, she naturally has the most artillery and the most adequate ammunition reserves; coupled with the "chic" that is different from others, she has received the most care from artillery positions.

The vast soil fleet has actually collapsed. No matter the imperial soldiers trying to suppress the rebellion or the Carindian sailors who are desperately resisting, in the current situation of passive beating, they have no resistance to escape and surrender.

But the question is how to escape?

Not to mention that Fleet Commander Tashien and thousands of troops are still on the shore, completely disregarding the objective situation that the shore artillery continues to cover the firepower, and frantically issued a counterattack order to them, and the imperial soldiers had nowhere to escape.

As for the sailors, the same is true. Carindia has fallen to the country, and the only port of Carindia that can be moored and repaired for them is the territory of the Empire, and there is nowhere to go.

As for the surrender... they didn't know who was hitting them, and the artillery positions on the shore showed no signs of ceasefire; when the blasting rounds were out, they fired solid rounds, and when the barrels overheated, they slowed down the rate of fire, but never stopped, It's really impossible to play rotation, anyway, there are more than 50 guns.

First, the flagship exploded, and then the two merchant ships close to the flagship were ignited... The fleet sailors who watched the sinking ship desperately climbed to the deck and raised the white flag on the crumbling main mast.

In the beginning, it was just a crazy lookout on a merchant ship who climbed up the mast to try to escape, and ended up hanging himself on the top of the mast, and the white coat became a "flag"; but soon other ships followed suit, desperate to rise. Raised the white flag.

After another five minutes, it was confirmed again and again that the fleet had stopped resisting... or that the coalition forces, which had exhausted all the artillery shells, finally stopped the artillery fire.

At this point, the "Hantu Strongest Fleet", who had rebelled and disappeared, gave up resistance and surrendered without firing a shot.

Looking at the white flag rising from the sea of ​​​​fire, the desperate Tashine's heart is bleeding.

In all fairness, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his strategic deployment, even considering that the "sneak attack" launched by the Clovis was probably a trap carefully prepared to annihilate the empire's mobile forces.

If he insisted that there was something wrong, he should not have tried to use his own small and broad force to try to destroy the coalition army assembled by Clovis and Hantu with only 4,000 people and a fleet of his own; The naval guns covered the traps and were deliberately "sneak attacked".

In his opinion, the whole plan is perfect... Even if the enemy is more than two or three times his own, he wants to fight a war of annihilation with superior forces, and he cannot break through his position immediately in a short period of time.

And what I have to wait for is the sun... When the sun crosses the horizon, dozens or hundreds of naval guns are enough to kill the thousands of Clovis mercenaries, plus the Han Tu people who are only worthy of robbers and bandits. The fighting of wits and bravery exploded into the sky together.

Because of its support and arms sales to the Elven Kingdom of Iser, the Empire has a deep understanding of the "Seven Cities Alliance" sandwiched in the middle; it knows what their "300,000 army" is; let alone artillery, can There is no guarantee that in wartime it will be difficult to have a gun in hand.

As for Clovis... The main force of their southern expedition was in the Elven Kingdom of Iser, not to mention the pressure on the western front, so it was impossible to have more spare resources to support Hantu.

Obviously, the empire still underestimated the industrial potential that Clovis could explode in the face of war, or in the face of wealth; it underestimated Hantu's determination to cut flesh and sell blood and want to build a country.

Therefore, Tasien never imagined that the enemy would be able to gather so many artillery pieces - even the ability to concentrate these artillery pieces under the formation of an army, so that it can cause substantial damage to the fleet when caught off guard. Blow!

"What's the matter, the staff and officers of the headquarters, didn't they say that Clovis of Han soil is just a small force - a small force, this is the strength of a small force?!"

On the battlefield where the guns roared and the sound of killing was loud, the fleet commander standing in the mud pits and trenches sighed in the sky and cursed at the command headquarters behind which was gathering intelligence.

In front of him, the trenches, which had been used as "bait" and had reached a certain level, had basically collapsed after experiencing the initial artillery bombardment and repeated attacks by the Storm Division, and the attack was a step-by-step attack.

The entire battlefield was like a huge quagmire, which kept the soldiers pouring in from both sides immersed in it, and at the same time forced the people behind to quickly reinforce... This reciprocation devoured everyone.

Of course, in a sense, this is also in Tasien's "plan" - only by turning the position into a quagmire can the Clovis's offensive be restrained, so that they can't hide when the naval guns are covered. , turning an orderly retreat into a collapse across the board, destroying their establishment.

But because the fleet surrendered, the bait has become an Achilles' heel enough to send them to hell!

If they can seriously build their positions before the Storm Division attacks, and complete all the defense facilities as much as possible, with the advantage of the terrain, 4,000 people can absolutely block or even repel the frontal attack of the Storm Division - of course, after the fleet surrenders They also have no way out. Once surrounded, it is only a matter of time before they are completely wiped out or forced to surrender.

At this moment, the imperial soldiers who were trapped in the quagmire have no way out, and even the positions under their feet are leaking from all directions in the continuous testing, feinting and interspersed by the Storm Division.

The battle line has lost its meaning, because there are enemies everywhere, fighting everywhere!

Despite despair, Tashion still has no plans to give up completely, and is still tenaciously commanding his remaining mobile troops, desperately filling the lines torn by the Storm Division, and doing his last dying struggle.

It wasn't because after the fleet surrendered, Tashion still felt that he could make a comeback; he was betting, or had to bet, that the opponent had started the war hastily and had not built a complete encirclement net.

As long as the frontal attack of the Storm Division can be repelled and a moment of respite can be obtained, there is still a chance to break through.

More importantly, the army is an organization maintained by "morale". Most of the soldiers are now red-eyed and do not notice that the fleet has stopped resisting and surrendered to the Clovis; once they calmed down, It turns out that the situation is really bad...

As for where to break out of the encirclement, and where to go after breaking out of the encirclement... That's a question that should be considered after surviving!

Relying on the relatively abundant troops at hand, the narrow battlefield and the excellent corps of knight officers, Tashion quickly re-established the line of troops, and even defeated the attack of the Storm Division for a time, and recaptured the captured trenches - although the mud It didn't make much sense to get the pit-like position back, but at least it boosted morale a little.

At this moment, a sharp and loud bugle sounded on the distant horizon.

The general attack has begun.

Thousands of Thun and Aiden soldiers had just rushed to the battlefield, and before they even had time to rest, they were driven out of the camp and trenches by Karl and Fabian, unloading their bags, and grabbing their rifles and heading towards the messy mess. The battlefield rushed.

"God bless the land-!!!!"

"Kill all the imperial dogs——!!!!"

"Long live Francois-!!!!"

The chaotic shouts of killing echoed through the night sky as the coalition soldiers charged.

Although the coalition soldiers are generally poorly equipped--of course compared to the Empire and the regular army of Clovis--except for rifles with few bullets and a bayonet to spare if they are broken, there is no extra equipment, and the quality of individual soldiers is even Compared with the empire that "does not pay attention to infantry", it is far inferior.

But on such a chaotic battlefield, numbers are also an advantage; even if their combat literacy is poor, it is still very qualified to fill the front line and attract firepower, and to follow behind to expand the breakthrough when the Storm Division concentrates its troops.

In the face of the mad dog-like wave attack of the coalition soldiers, the defenders who originally thought that there were only the Clovis people on the opposite side were caught off guard for a while.

The soldiers of the Imperial Line were dumbfounded as they looked at the enemy who was shooting a volley of guns on the opposite side and stepped on the corpse of Pao Ze, and there was a huge confusion in their hearts - why are these Clovis people suddenly not afraid of death?

Tashion, who was gritted his teeth, kept trying to organize a counter-charge while reorganizing the defense line;

The Clovis forts are on the left and right flanks of the Reef Town battlefield. If they really give up attacking... Such a narrow battlefield, with the firepower of the opponent, they can really send themselves and thousands of soldiers to the sky!

He didn't know that even if Anson wanted to do it, the coalition didn't have enough shells for him to squander.

Relying on the absolute strength of the army, the coalition soldiers who cooperated with the storm division column to interspersed and attacked once, crushed the entire peripheral defense line, and suppressed the thousands of imperial defenders in the small reef town.

But as the Imperial soldiers gradually gained their footing from being caught off guard, the rout and dismantled companies were regrouped; while still retreating, the line of defense became increasingly difficult to break.

In addition, the "quagmire-style trenches" with craters everywhere greatly delayed the advance of the follow-up reinforcements, which made the original aggressive attack of the reinforcements become weak - the soldiers of the Storm Division who were "afraid of death" did not dare to charge with their platoons of guns. , the "upright" coalition soldiers could not find a gap that could be broken, and they could only use their own bodies to fill the trenches for the imperial defenders.

When the battle had reached such a level, the Imperial Line Corps could unswervingly carry out their orders without the need for the knight officers to risk their lives. They fired back in the face of the thunderous shouts of killing, and responded to the coalition's bayonet charge with the same fearlessness to death.

Even if the red-eyed coalition soldiers used Paoze's corpse to pave the way, they still could not open an effective breakthrough. At the same time, they were still entangled by rounds of counter-charges from the empire, unable to move forward or retreat easily.

But it wasn't really because they were all devoted to the Imperium and Tashion, or because of their high morale; on the contrary, it was a return to light in the true sense of the word.

Because as long as you are not a fool, you only need to look back a little and take a look at the dazzling sea behind you, and you will understand what the situation is now!

But since it is returning to the light and returning to the light, it means that it will not last long... Even the fleet has surrendered, and these imperial soldiers who have nowhere to escape can swim back on their own? This is war, not revenge. Besides, how much will it cost to exterminate a group of recalcitrant enemies?

So after several unsuccessful feints, Carl Bain, who was determined, issued an order to stop the attack, and turned from attacking to encirclement, intending to wait for the opponent to surrender voluntarily.

According to the idea of ​​the chief of staff, as long as the siege lasts until daytime, these imperial scumbags should almost wake up and know what to do and what not to do.

Of course, not everyone thinks so; they feel that they should be more proactive and "help" the Imperial defenders to regain sobriety in a more direct way.

"Send a signal to the fleet!"

Looking at the imperial defenders who had been completely defeated and suppressed in Reef Town, Anson turned his head to Jason Fruhoff behind him and said solemnly:

"Tell them it's okay to surrender, but the condition is to immediately focus fire in the direction of the reef town pier for at least one minute - listen clearly, it's the pier~www.readwn.com~ not a position!"

"Ah this..."

The cavalry lieutenant, who was temporarily appointed as a herald, was stunned, and the whole person froze in place and did not move, hesitating and not knowing what to do:

"This...will this be too much..."

"Excessive?" Anson glanced at him.

"no!"

The cavalry lieutenant was shocked and immediately denied: "Absolutely not! It's too dangerous - what if they are not on the dock, but on the battlefield or artillery position, or if they don't want to?"

"Then keep fighting until they are obedient!"

An Sen said coldly: "How many more rounds can the shells be fired?"

"Two rounds at most, and the twelve-pounder shells we brought have already been fired." Swallowing his throat, the cavalry lieutenant reminded cautiously:

"If the mortar is successful, it will probably be able to fire three more rounds - but there is still a lot of propellant left, so if you don't count the shells, four rounds."

"...Then play one round first and warn them; if they delay firing or try to resist, then four more rounds."

"Yes!"

The cavalry lieutenant who received the order did not dare to stay in place, and immediately turned to leave.

Fifteen minutes later, the "Imperial Hutu Fleet", which had not fired a shot before surrendering, finally slowly pushed its naval guns out of the cabin and pushed it out of the gun ports on both sides of the ship's side; the imperial defenders in Reef Town heard the sound from the sea behind them. the sound of guns.

But not to the enemy, but to themselves.

Dozens of artillery shells swept across the sea in beautiful arcs, and brilliant sparks rose near the pier in Jiaoshi Town, once again turning this small fishing village into a sea of ​​burning fire.

On August 13, the 100th year of the saint's calendar, at 3:30 in the morning, the Empire's vast soil fleet announced its surrender.

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