I Will Be The Crowned King

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"You mean the deputy commander of the Clovis Southern Corps, the guy who is said to have shined at Fort Thunder?"

Lawrence Igor frowned. He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such an insignificant and extremely common name in the information about the War in the Vast Land.

"Exactly." Ambassador Matthias replied briskly, but his expression was extremely serious:

"Compared to the insignificant Legion of Vast Earth, he and his Stormtroopers are the enemies worthy of your attention, and maybe even...the only enemies."

"A mercenary leader?" A sneer appeared on Lawrence's face.

"A mercenary leader who single-handedly persuaded Thun to betray the elven kingdom of Iser, take Eaglehorn City, and force Aiden and Thun to unite."

Ambassador Mathias said sternly: "Do you think that with the relationship between Aiden and Thun, and the situation in which the Seven Cities Alliance is torn apart, if there is no external force, is it really possible for them to join forces?"

"No, it's impossible!" Before waiting for the other party to answer, Ambassador Matthias gave the answer: "The two most probable and most powerful principalities killed you and me for the final ownership of Hantu, and in the end both lost... This is the original ending of the Hantu War!"

"But now, instead of fighting, they have formed an alliance; I just interrogated a small noble from Mist, and he actually told me that Hantu had established a country!"

"Founding of the country?!"

Lawrence's face finally showed a hint of surprise: "You mean..."

"Claude Francois has been crowned king at Iron Bell Castle, calling himself Claude I." Mathias nodded slightly, with a complicated expression.

Conquering the vast land has always been the dream of the Yisel elves. For this dream, in the past 100 years, Iser has always been committed to maintaining the divided state of the vast land, and at the same time constantly colonizing and infiltrating this land, in order to one day Can rule the land.

After all, the western countries have become the territory of the empire, and the small countries in the middle have also been conquered by Clovis. If the Ysel wants to expand, in addition to facing Clovis's front, the only option is to invade the vast land. .

Now, the support of the empire for the devastated Iser elf is the only life-saving straw left to accomplish this dream, and it must be firmly grasped to have the hope of a comeback.

"The one who is at war with you is Reno Emmanuel, heir to the Duchy of Aiden; and in return for the Emmanuel family's support for his claim to king, Claude Francois gave him ten thousand used to retake the port of Carindia."

Mathias said coldly: "Based on what I know about Claude Francois, he would not be so willing to give up the port of Carindia, so he must have at least two preparations."

"Anson Bach?" Lawrence still didn't quite believe it.

"Anson Bach."

Matthias solemnly repeated the name that he remembered freshly: "At the Battle of Green Valley, he defeated Duke Aiden, who was several times his strength, with only a few thousand Stormtroopers."

"Right now, Claude Francois has led the army to the battlefield of Aiden, ready to fight to the death with the Imperial Expeditionary Force; if he still has any backers, it can only be him."

"……I see."

Lawrence was silent for a while, and his expression finally became a little dignified, but the continuous rainstorm still made him unable to contain the irritability and anxiety in his heart: "How long will it take for you Iser elves to regain Eaglehorn City?"

"Soon, I won't let you down." The smiling Mathias looked confident, but the clasped hands behind his back revealed his unease at this moment.

Lawrence, who said no more, withdrew his gaze, raised the monocular and continued to observe the distance.

Thick gunpowder smoke shrouded Carindia Square in the violent storm, and among the gunfire flickering, there were flesh and blood bodies that fell one after another in mourning and screaming.

In the roar of the guns, the Hantu Legion, which had already killed its red eyes, let out a hoarse roar, and launched round after round of the barricades guarded by three infantry cannons and three full imperial line infantry regiments. A wave of violent attacks.

In the face of the impregnable barricades, Leno Emmanuel, who did not have any heavy weapons in his hands, had no better means than to attack; the repeated attacks, apart from dropping more corpses, did not achieve more. The open and straight streets also provided an excellent field of fire for the enemy's artillery, and each round of shotgun salvos could tear a huge fan-shaped gap in the dense crowd, dyeing the rain red.

But they have not retreated.

Although he has been repelled many times, Reno Emmanuel still insists on attacking; the flag of thorns that fell again and again in the smoke will surely bloom again in the next roar.

He had no choice, he had to attack.

Across the layers of rain curtains, the sound of guns and guns behind them is gradually disappearing... This is by no means a good sign, the enemy is gradually gaining a foothold and starting to clear out the outer stations.

Once the legions on the left and right flanks have been routed and annihilated, it's up to you.

So you have to attack, attack... in order to turn defeat into victory!

"boom--!!!!"

With the thunderous noise, the three 6-pound infantry guns with the gun mounts vibrated violently; before the smoke cleared, the imperial line infantry in the rear immediately stepped forward, and raised their hands neatly with the knight's raised saber. rifle.

"Straight volley - fire!"

"boom--!!!!"

The entire row of lead bullets were like splashing water on the vast soil army that hit the wave, and the dozen figures in the front row fell to the ground on the spot, or were pierced by the ricochet, and the arms and calves couldn't stop wailing. Eventually it turned into a cold corpse in the rain.

But more soldiers took advantage of the interval between salvo and artillery fire to dodge calmly, and continued to charge the barricade in a seemingly scattered formation.

If Leon stood here, he would definitely exclaim that this is the skirmish formation of the Clovis Legion - the Boundless Legion that has been baptized by blood and fire, mastering this with the fastest speed is quite good in Clovis " modern" tactics.

"boom--!!!!"

Another round of volleys, the Hantu Legion's charge had a small pause, and screams and wailing sounded one after another; but the charge did not stop, and the vanguards walking on the corpses of the robes could already see the imperial line soldiers behind the barricades. Horrified expression.

"Prepare for hand-to-hand combat - everyone, get the bayonet!" Luther Igor, who was standing behind the line, roared.

The young staff officer, who was desperately wiping his monocle, had a slightly grim expression on his face. He really didn't understand what the madness of the Hantu people on the opposite side was going on.

He didn't care about the life and death of these cockroach-like scraps, but their lack of knowledge had caused him a lot of trouble-the three infantry regiments he led were hastily assembled, and the ammunition was not particularly sufficient.

If it goes on like this, the barricade might really be broken by them!

"clang!"

The blood-stained long blade blocked the bayonet that pierced the heart, and blood spurted out from the mouths of the stunned Imperial Line soldiers, washing the broken flesh on the blade that pierced through his chest with blood plasma.

This is not Reno's original saber, just a weapon of an imperial knight picked up from the ground, not even the first.

Repeating the mechanically repeated movements, the expressionless Leno Emmanuel slowly raised his head, and more enemies were rushing towards him in the blood-stained field of vision.

This is the "advantage" of being a flag officer - Reno found that he didn't even need to take the initiative to attack, he could attract a lot of firepower to the soldiers around him; all he had to do was stand there, with the sword in his hand and rifles reap lives.

The moist air mixed with the smell of blood poured into the body from the nasal cavity. If he was only aware of it at first, then now he clearly felt that some kind of power contained in his blood was struggling desperately to the last layer of restraint, waking up from his deep sleep. .

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

With his head bowed, Leno was like a hyena in a rainstorm, leaning on the flagpole and staring at the direction behind the barricade, his long numb right hand continued to wield a long knife full of gaps.

The lead bullets screeched in the air, but none of them touched his body; as another Imperial Line soldier shrieked and fell in a pool of blood, the thorns flags were screeching again in the torrential rain.

"attack--!"

The bloodthirsty roar exploded from Reno's already hoarse voice, and then there were countless similar shouts around; one after another, the soldiers of the vast earth seemed to have a kind of power awakened in their bodies, staring at scarlet eyes and running wildly. charge after the flag.

"attack--!!!!"

The Imperial Line soldiers standing in the front row widened their eyes and watched in horror as this group of fierce and fearless figures forcibly broke through the line of defense, like hungry beasts, showing their fangs impatiently. .

"puff!"

Plasma spurted out from the chest torn by the sharp blade, and Reno was surprised to find that the unpleasant stench was becoming more and more wonderful, making him have the urge to throw away the weapon and rush directly to bite the neck of the enemy.

Just as he was about to continue his attack, some kind of telepathic instinct made Lenore suddenly raise his head and look directly behind the barricade.

He could feel that there was someone... very... similar to him.

"what!"

The frightened Luther Igor was shocked, like a prey being targeted by a fierce beast.

"Stop him! Quick, stop that guy with the flag - he's their leader!"

A piercing scream penetrated the rainstorm and pierced into Reno's ears, and a smile appeared on the blood-stained face of the young heir to the Duchy of Aiden.

Good, I found you.

During the melee, a dozen imperial infantrymen formed a line in front of Luthor, raised their rifles in unison, and pulled the trigger in a shrill scream.

The gunshots sounded, and a dozen figures fell in the smoke.

"attack--!!!!"

The hoarse roar echoed in the torrential rain, and dozens of Han soil warriors staring at scarlet pupils shouted with trembling souls, carrying rifles and collided with the imperial line soldiers.

Under a certain frenetic atmosphere, the actions of these junks have become unparalleled and efficient, even forgetting pain, forgetting hunger and fear, and becoming the purest killing machine, hard in the defense line of the Imperial Line. Shengsheng tore a hole.

In the center of the chaotic battlefield, the despondent Lenore leaned on the military flag and staggered towards Luther Igor behind the line of defense, with an indescribable "smile" on his bowed head.

Well, like when a hungry beast sees its prey.

He walked very slowly, but every step was like a drum beat in Luther's heart, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Stop him, did you scumbags hear?! Stop him! This is an order, an order! I order you in the name of Lawrence Igor, in the name of my father, to stop them!"

The shrill screams continued, and the surrounding imperial line soldiers kept trying to fill the torn gap, but under the mad and fearless impact of the Hantu Legion, the gap was still being broken through and expanded. Like a flood that broke down a dam, it was out of control.

Reno, who was holding the military flag, didn't even have to fight, and the mad warriors around him had blocked all attacks for him... Obviously there were fighting and killing all around, but he was able to walk through the quilt like a stroll. Barricades blocked by layers of defenses~www.readwn.com~ In the dark red field of vision, he saw his "prey" pick up the pistol on the ground with a terrified face, and it took more than ten seconds to aim the gun at the muzzle. With his forehead, he pulled the trigger with all his strength.

"boom!"

At the moment when the gun rang, Reno kicked Luther's chest, and the lead bullet flew out against his scalp, leaving a bloodstain on Reno's forehead.

The bloodless Luther fell to the ground, the monocle fell to pieces in the blood, gasping for breath, turning from an artist wielding a knife to a desperate underdog, paralyzed into a puddle of mud.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't...you don't come over, don't come over ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"I'm Luther Igor, the heir to the Igor family! Like you, I also have the bloodline of the Wharton family's Wild Hunt Knights. We are all descendants of Wharton!"

"According to the tradition of talented people, you can't kill me, otherwise you will be enemies with all the talented people who have inherited the bloodline of the 'Wild Hunter Knight'. They will avenge me and hunt you to the ends of the earth!"

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I will tell you everything I know about the bloodline of the Wild Hunt Knight! Please, don't kill me!"

"puff!"

The long knife full of gaps ripped open Luther Igor's neck, and the viscous blood overflowed from the wound uncontrollably, until he could no longer spit out a dark red, mixed with minced meat. saliva".

Lenore lowered his head and gasped, his excited face showing endless pleasure.

But at this moment, some kind of power from the boiling blood made him suddenly turn his head and look behind him - in the violent storm, the gunshots and the screams of the soldiers charging were heard again.

The counterattack of the imperial advance army begins.