I Will Be The Crowned King

Looking at the girl who was rushing towards him with a rifle, everyone was stunned, their eyes widened and they stood there like a fool.

"Wow!"

The girl who jumped up let out a milky cry, and Borny in his arms had completed the entire set of reloading movements in a few tenths of a second. Arthur, who stayed in place, only had time to hear the sound of pulling the bolt. crisp.

It was the note played by the **** of death, the movement leading to the kingdom of heaven.

"what!"

Accompanied by a scream, the awakened Arthur didn't have time to turn his head, and out of the corner of his vision was smeared red by the plasma spurting out of his companion's eyes, and there seemed to be some "white sticky substance" in the plasma that hit his face. .

And this is just the beginning.

Almost as soon as the "angel" in the air pulled the trigger with his right hand, he threw the bullet-filled Borni into the sky, almost to the point where the strange left hand pulled out the revolver at the same time, spit out the muzzle of flames, and lowered to the crowd. Thunder.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hot lead bullets fell with the girl, and six stunned heads exploded the blood mist around her at the same time.

Just like when the angels come, they are always accompanied by the petals of fireworks, scattered on the earth.

When Arthur, whose face was covered in blood, recovered from the shock, the girl who "come" once again produced a few more "smoky" objects in her right hand like a conjuration, and threw them at the surrounding crowd.

"Hidden! That's a grenade..."

"boom--!!!!"

Along with the shrill screams, a huge fire group rose in the crowd.

Bernard, the deputy commander who was still trying to command the maintenance of order, was thrown to the ground by Arthur, who rushed up from the side, before he could even let out a scream.

In an instant, all the people around who had no time to hide were swallowed up by the expanding fire, leaving only sharp sounds and rising fire.

Then disappeared without a trace.

Before the choking smoke and the burnt stench penetrating his nose had dissipated, Arthur, who used his brother-in-law as a meat pad, heard many footsteps around him, approaching their left and right flanks at an astonishing speed.

Obviously, the other party came prepared.

"Dragon Roar Infantry - Stand Up!"

"Fight!"

Throwing Bernard, who was still in a semi-conscious state, on the spot, Arthur, who picked up a weapon from a charred corpse, shouted loudly to the surroundings.

But his response was still a step slow... Before the smoke of the explosion had dissipated, the Storm Division guard company had suddenly rushed out, flanking their front and flanks with extremely loose infantry lines.

"Wow--!!!!"

Roars full of power echoed over the battlefield, mixed with gunfire that continuously penetrated the smoke screen, swarming from all directions.

In the dark smoke, Arthur, holding his rifle tightly, stood at a loss, the sound of someone being shot and falling down constantly came from his ears, and his eyes were full of firelight, and the faces of his companions were terrified...

So he threw away the useless rifle, clenched his hands into fists, crossed his arms to block the downward facing door, and slowly arched his back with his trembling body.

The soldiers of the guard company, who were still slamming and rushing around, "Wow!!!!", noticed the abnormality beside them, and rushed towards them one after another.

The cold bayonet attacked the young knight from all directions.

Just when he was about to be pierced by countless bayonets, the soldiers who rushed towards him suddenly felt a dazzling light coming from them, and the whole world turned into boundless pure white...

………………

"Um?!"

There was a loud noise like falling thunder, and Jason Fruhoff, who was shocked, turned his head in panic, and stared blankly at the fire that suddenly rose behind him.

Before the cavalry lieutenant could figure out what was going on, a rough palm grabbed his collar and almost lifted him off the ground.

"What's going on - reinforcements, reinforcements?!"

"I-I don't know!"

Jason, who was being pulled by the collar, looked at the angry middle-aged man in horror, shaking his head desperately to show his innocence, but involuntarily stared at the **** bandage on the other's head:

"I was only ordered to convey the instructions of the deputy commander. I don't know when it will be executed, Commander Alexei!"

"You don't know?!" The man called "Alexei" looked grim, and the right hand that was pulling the cavalry lieutenant's collar became harder.

Jason was so scared that he cried: "I really didn't lie, I really don't know!"

Of course, Alexei knew that he didn't lie. Lying about military information was a serious crime to be dealt with by military law-not to mention a lieutenant, even a colonel would be dismissed from the military rank on the spot and executed on the spot.

"But the front line really can't hold it anymore!" Alexei, who had a twitchy expression, gritted his teeth in hatred, pointed behind him and said furiously:

"It's only been half an hour, and the casualties of my second-line regiment are nearly a quarter, and one company of each of the two skirmish battalions that are in charge of covering has lost their combat effectiveness... So tell me, when will you retreat? ?!"

The madness of the battle has exceeded everyone's imagination. It is not like the conventional blocking battle that everyone thinks, but in the true sense of death and death.

The unprepared storm division couldn't stop the desperadoes on the opposite side, but he never got Anson Bach's retreat order, so he could only support it hard, and watch the casualties rise like a rocket.

The officers of the Storm Division were bleeding from their hearts. All the losses from the time they entered Hantu to the present were less than two-thirds of the casualties in just one hour!

Of course, there are Hantu troops who are too stinky and rotten to fight without difficulty; and new recruits (especially Hantu recruits) who are replenished after several consecutive battles have led to a decline in the combat effectiveness of the troops... but this is not the point!

The Storm Division is a conscripted corps, and each regiment is strictly the "private property" + "team" + "basic profit base" of their respective commanders... In addition to the command tasks in wartime, they must be responsible for their own profits and losses, and every battle You have to live your life carefully.

Because of this, in the face of the rapidly rising casualties, Alexei, the commander of the Second Line Infantry Regiment, was so excited.

According to the way the Imperial Expeditionary Force was killed together... If they don't withdraw, the Storm Division will really be wiped out!

"Don't wait for Anson Bach's instructions... There will be no reinforcements."

Just when Alexei wanted to strangle the cavalry lieutenant, a somewhat indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the two; Leno Emmanuel, with a hint of determination in his eyes, raised his head and looked at the two pairs of terrified men. Eye.

"What did you say?!"

"I said... there's no reinforcements left."

Repeating his words, the expressionless little Reno pointed behind him: "An infantry regiment of the Imperial Expeditionary Force launched a surprise attack from behind us, and the guard company responsible for covering your retreat was dragged by them."

"Then what?!"

Despair was written all over Alexei's face.

"There is only one way."

Reno pulled out the hilt of the sword holding his waist, and said in a deep voice without hesitation: "I'll cover you."

Before he finished speaking, the sharp long knife was drawn out of its scabbard, as if a battle flag fluttering in the wind was lifted above his head by him.

"Aiden - Charge!"

"boom--!!!!"

With the dense gunshots around, hundreds of Aiden soldiers rushed out of the gunpowder smoke from the salvos of rifles with bayonets and rushed towards the Imperial Expeditionary Force that was storming the position.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force, which was attacked from behind, was forced to stop the attack and spread out its lines to the flanks, trying to block the Aiden's counter-charge with volleys and bayonets.

But this slightly "calm" dismissal has little effect compared to the Aiden who are better at "suicide attack"; there are constantly frenzied Aiden soldiers rushing through the line, and the Empire in the back row The soldiers saw red with their bayonets.

The thunderous shouts and blood spurting shattered flesh and bones were framed together, and the scorching lead bullets and the icy bayonet set off against each other, turning the battlefield into a living hell.

"It's now!"

Lenore shouted to both of them.

"Okay!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Alexei and the cavalry lieutenant gave orders to the Storm Division defenders on the ground; a few minutes later, the sound of the hurried bugles representing the retreat echoed throughout the right flank.

Retreat on the battlefield, especially an orderly retreat in the round of the enemy's attack, has never been a very easy task, and the complexity of it is far more than a recalcitrant counter-charge in an inferior battle. .

Although the Aiden Legion, which had been reorganized after the defeat, rushed out from the flanks of the position and bit the wing of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, it was impossible to completely stop a group of lunatics who could attack from the bombing point. .

Considering that they didn't want the retreat to turn into a rout, the blood-soaked officers of the Storm Division could only continue to support and retreat, constantly drawing troops to the rear line, and retreating in stages.

Their wishful thinking was to give up their positions bit by bit, and let the imperialists "capture" one trench by one trench, one artillery fort after another; in this way, in order to control the position and gain a firm foothold, the enemy would have to divide their troops to garrison.

In this way, both the retreating Storm Division and the Aiden Legion under cover can reduce a lot of pressure, and the Imperials can occupy the right flank with much smaller casualties than the current suicide attack.

The whole plan is perfect except for one small problem...

The imperial people on the opposite side don't seem to agree.

Almost as soon as the Storm Division executed the retreat plan, Leed Walton, commander of the left wing of the expeditionary force, who was keenly aware of the reduction in the frontal pressure, immediately concentrated his forces and launched a fierce attack on the exposed gap of the Storm Division.

In the face of the swarms of secondary swords and artillery fire, the soldiers of the storm division who were retreating almost collapsed, and many soldiers with no morale even rushed to escape, and then they were blocked by their own people who were supervising the battle in the back row.

But Sir Lid Wharton, who smelled the smell of his prey, didn't intend to let the military exploits he got run away by himself - he just took the position and added hundreds or thousands of heads of Clovis's chops, among which there were Essential difference!

Following the breach that was opened, the imperial infantry companies rushed into the battle frantically; no matter how desperately the Aiden Corps on both flanks tried to stop them, they could not stop the ferocious offensive of the imperial people like the dam breaking and flooding.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Storm Division had been completely expelled from its position, and at least one-third of its combat power had been lost, and nearly a quarter of the remaining troops had lost their formation.

The sporadic gunshots continued to sound, but they were no longer able to pose any threat to the Imperial Expeditionary Force... After two consecutive counterattacks, the Aiden Legion, which had suffered heavy casualties, had to start retreating.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force, who had no intention of resting at all, took control of the position and launched an offensive in the direction of the rout of the coalition forces, preparing to pursue the victory.

"These damned Clovis **** really didn't forget to cause trouble for others when they ran away!"

Inside the cannon barn full of embers and corpses, Sir Leed Wharton looked angrily at the twelve-pound cannon that had turned into a pile of scrap metal in front of him, and couldn't help cursing.

The holes of the guns were nailed to death, and the bores of the guns were filled with sand... Even the gun carriage used for the tow guns was only the skeleton, and the two wheels were missing.

"Is it the same with other artillery pieces?"

Lid turned his head to look at the adjutant who had just come over.

"Uh..." The adjutant with flickering eyes faltered, with a dilemma on his face.

"Okay, you don't need to say it." Lid Wharton rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly.

Although he was annoyed, this situation did not surprise him - if he retreated by himself, he would definitely nail all the artillery pieces, and it was impossible for the enemy to shoot him from behind~www.readwn.com~ It just means that the enemy's retreat was not in a hurry, but planned and premeditated. Maybe he just happened to launch an offensive just when they were about to retreat, or...

Got a trap?

Lid Wharton, who frowned slightly, turned around and looked at the central position below the heights, which was also retreating, and couldn't help showing a self-deprecating smile.

This is really... Could it be that because you are about to get married soon, you are a little too cautious?

Sir Reed Wharton couldn't help smiling happily at the thought of Miss Therma Wharton's fair skin and splendid figure; after more than thirty years, he was finally able to truly become a Wharton from a remote sideline. member of the Ton family.

Just wait, my dear Miss Thema, your lover will appear at our wedding dignifiedly as the conqueror of the vast earth...

"Sir!" The adjutant who suddenly spoke interrupted his fantasy:

"We also found a situation where the ammunition vehicles and ammunition on the position were all evacuated!"

"Evacuated?!"

Lid's expression was startled - the destruction of the artillery can still be understood, what is the operation of moving the artillery?

Could it be that their manpower is so rich that they can separate many people while retreating and removing the ammunition from the position?

"But when it comes to this, have you noticed that the smell nearby is a bit strange, I always feel that I can smell a fuze being lit..."

"boom--!!!!"

Accompanied by a sudden loud noise, the "internal blasting" position was smashed by the blast of air like paper; the imperial soldiers who had just rushed into the position were accompanied by gravel and rubble. , was instantly torn to pieces by the flames.

The dazzling sparks shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.