I Will Be The Crowned King

Hantu Kingdom, west of Dengding Tower, Heiyan Village.

"What, you're leaving—now?!"

Little Leon's excited shouts echoed in the spacious tent, and even the kerosene lamp above his head seemed to be shaken by fright.

Reno Francois on the side was a little calmer, but his dull face was also full of shock.

Finally defeated the Imperial Expeditionary Force, forced the other party to sign a series of armistice agreements that were obviously beneficial to Hantu and the Kingdom of Clovis, and captured a large number of high-ranking Imperial officers as hostages, including but not limited to a member of the Imperial Royal Family - Corpse Also count.

When it's finally time to sit down and "reward for meritorious deeds", the Clovis people...they actually want to leave?

And immediately!

To be honest, Lenore felt that using "shocked" to describe his current mood was a little pale.

When he and Leon were called over at first, he thought that the other party was going to speak loudly, but he was embarrassed to say it directly, and he planned to negotiate privately with Leon as an intermediary.

If this is the case, he can still understand. After all, the strength of the storm division in this battle is very large, and it is not an exaggeration to use "decisive" to evaluate it. It is natural to want to share a few more cakes.

But now that the other party said they were leaving, Reno couldn't understand it at all.

"Is there something wrong with the Iser Elf battlefield on the eastern front?!"

Without waiting for Fabian to explain, little Leon on the side couldn't wait to open his mouth and said: "If it is because of this, Hantu still has 60,000 troops, and reinforcements are available at any time!"

"Uh……"

Looking at the emotional little Leon and the weird-looking Lenore, the slightly embarrassed former Guards officer squeezed out a smile, and by the way, felt sorry for Major General Ludwig for a second in his heart.

Alas, such a reliable person, why is everyone's first reaction when they hear news about him...

resemblance.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us." Fabian explained with a smile:

"It's not because of what happened, but an instruction from the upper echelons of the Clovis Kingdom, ordering the Storm Division to withdraw from the vast land as soon as possible and join the southern army."

As for the riots of the Old God faction in the Elven Kingdom of Iser, the usurpation of power by the Thirteenth Council, and the letter from Archbishop Luther... Strictly speaking, this matter is still classified.

"According to the army's order, the Storm Division must join the Southern Corps before October 25th; according to this time, it must arrive at Baita City within 14 days... So it must be set off immediately."

"Oh... so it is."

The two suddenly realized, but at the same time, a new problem arose.

"What can I do to reach the White Tower City within fourteen days?" Little Leon, who frowned, snapped his fingers and glanced at the map on the table from the corner of his eyes.

He had experienced it personally—even if it was along the road and marching all the way, with only minimal arms and supplies, and wanted to traverse the entire vast land in ten days... cavalry would probably be able to, but infantry would be impossible.

Even if it did, the storm division that arrived in Baita City after 14 days must have lost its organization; an exhausted, hungry infantry division that may have had a large number of attrition and stragglers, even if they successfully converged, how much combat effectiveness would they still have? ?

"That's why I specially invited you here." Fabian put a smile on his face, put his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and leaned forward slightly:

"On this point, the deputy commander himself has a very perfect plan, and this plan needs a little help from the two of you..."

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How to move five thousand soldiers from one location to another within a predetermined time frame is a rather complex science.

It involves multiple disciplines such as military, geography, co-ordination, organization, management, etc. It requires a high-efficiency team that works together, a plan that can pre-set goals and all execution steps to determine whether it will succeed or fail in the end.

A devout believer in science, Anson thought his plan was perfect.

To recap, the plan consists of three steps:

The first step is to gather everyone;

The second step, departure;

The third step is to arrive at Baita City within 14 days.

Perfect.

Of course, such a concise and precise plan naturally requires strong execution; especially in the third step, a lot of preliminary preparation is required to ensure that the plan can be implemented without distortion.

The first is about the baggage of the army, because Secretary Alan Dawn had some "unnecessary preparations" before, and now the White Tower City stores a complete set of infantry division equipment, which can be armed on the spot.

To this end, the humble secretary did a deep self-examination, and repented and handed in a review letter, saying that he would never commit such a clever act again.

Anson readily accepted his self-criticism, and said that he should make persistent efforts to continue to exert this excellent subjective initiative and make up for his mistakes in the following work.

After removing the excess baggage, the next question is how to get 5,000 "people" to reach Baita City within two weeks.

In fact, 14 days is still a bit too fast. In order to ensure everything is safe, and to encircle the royal court before October 25th, in order to ensure safety and the subsequent attack on the Elven Kingdom of Iser, Anson has reserved the time limit for the storm division for... 10 days. .

If you want to be faster than Ludwig and maintain sufficient combat power to deal with various emergencies, it means that the marching speed from the White Tower City should not be too fast, avoiding the decline in combat effectiveness and constantly replenishing weapons, especially It is a necessary heavy artillery for siege.

Since you have to slow down the second half of the journey, you have to speed up the first half.

And if you want to speed up the march, of course, the best way is to march along the road; as we all know, the smoother the road, the better the speed and efficiency of the march.

Of course, just doing this is not enough; even if you don't have to carry any extra baggage and march on foot empty-handed, it will take more than 20 days from the top of the tower to the Baita City at the fastest.

And that's not even counting the issue of supplies; if you count the trucks and let each soldier carry more than three days' worth of rations, the speed will only be slower.

And even if it is possible to arrive, the physical exertion brought by marching on foot for 20 days is still not small; considering that the officers and soldiers of the storm division have already earned a lot of money in Hantu, the pure performance reward is already very good. It is difficult to stimulate their subjective initiative.

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"Therefore, we have to change our thinking." Looking at Carl sitting opposite him, Anson's mouth followed the index finger that was moving on the map, and the left corner rose forty-five degrees:

"Not only the road of Hantu, but also the entire supply line must be used."

"The supply line, how can it be beneficial... ah?!"

Looking at Anson's smug smile, Carl Bain was stunned for a moment, then he guessed something, and raised his right hand tremblingly: "You, you, you...you won't be..."

"As expected of my best adjutant, let's go together again!"

Anson laughed happily, "Crack!" and snapped his fingers.

As we all know, among the most powerful duchies in Hantu, Aiden is the most barren and the one with the worst infrastructure; the terrain here is complicated, and the grain output is extremely low, and it is impossible to support all the supplies of Hantu's nearly 100,000 troops.

Therefore, the logistics of the Hantu Corps and even the Storm Division depend on the supply line established by the top staff of the Hantu, that is, Secretary Alan Dawn.

In order to raise this supply line, the little clerk, fully authorized by Claude Francois, raised the whole of Thun with all the pack beasts of Mist, and everything he could find with flat plates and at least two wheels s things.

These carriages are like the carriages of steam trains, running neatly and synchronously on the road; every day, a large number of carriages are sent to the barracks of the Hantu Legion, and then either filled with loot, or transporting the wounded and prisoners, or empty. Car return.

Alternating back and forth, the endless stream of carriages converged into the lifeline of the 100,000 people of the Hantu Legion.

What Anson has to do now is to turn the carriage, which was originally responsible for transporting supplies, into a "troop carrier" for the Storm Division.

"This...isn't it?"

Carl Bain was shocked: "This is the supply line of the tens of thousands of Soil Legions. How do you get Claude Francois and the others to agree?"

"It's very simple - all the weapons thrown by the storm division are given to them, and the first batch of ransom money to return the prisoners, I will not take a penny." Anson shrugged:

"Besides, what I want is a truck, not a supply; at most, before leaving Aiden, the logistics of the 60,000 Earth Legion may be a little bit nervous."

A little bit... Carl felt his cheeks begin to twitch unconsciously, and rolled his eyes in the bottom of his heart.

"Even if Han Tu can really agree, how to solve the problem of transporting troops?" Carl couldn't help but ask: "That's a baggage team, not a carriage specially designed to transport soldiers - if there is such a thing in this world - —How many wagons do you need to get together to set off?”

"This is the perfect part of the whole plan - we don't have to wait at all, we can start right away!" Anson smiled even happier:

"The entire storm division immediately moved on foot along the road, stopped in place when encountering a supply vehicle, let some soldiers get on the vehicle, and the soldiers behind kept keeping up; in this way, the faster we advance, the faster the marching speed - this is It sounds like a bit of nonsense, but you know what I mean."

Because the loyal little secretary strictly calculated the daily distance of each vehicle when dispatching the supply team to ensure that each team could arrive at the destination at the agreed time.

This means that the faster the storm division moves forward, the sooner it will be able to meet the baggage cars behind, and the soldiers can speed up their march after getting on the car, and finally realize the "animal-powered march" - which is similar to the legendary mechanized march. wonderful.

According to the calculation of three people and one carriage, it would take close to two thousand carriages to transport five thousand storm division soldiers; however, if one carriage was packed with five people, one thousand carriages would suffice.

However, this number is still too large, which is not conducive to the efficiency of the army's "animalization" development; after verifying that the general ammunition vehicle is about two to three square meters, Ansen believes that it is completely fine to squeeze ten people in one vehicle.

Of course, there will definitely be some small problems with the crowded personnel carrier, such as making the pack beasts too tired and causing the speed to drop.

In this way, the car is full of people, and half of them can go down at any time to replace these industrious human companions. While watching the scenery, they can occasionally get out of the car to run and exercise their rigid body for a long time.

"What's even better is that this way we even save logistical supplies, allowing the soldiers to truly march 'empty-handed'." Anson's expression became more and more elated:

"Alan Dawn told me that the trolleys going from the Iron Bells to the top of the tower are basically food - dry bread, cured meat, alcohol, salt... less than a tenth of the carriages. It's loaded with weapons and ammunition."

"In this way, the soldiers in the front only need to throw the supplies on the car to both sides of the road, and the people behind can get supplies while marching, and it will not delay the efficiency of the march. It can't be more perfect!"

"And our storm division has only 5,000 people, and the supplies that can be taken are quite limited; doing so can also facilitate the return of the Hantu Legion to collect supplies."

"So to a certain extent, I think this is actually a win-win situation, what do you think?" Anson looked at his chief of staff proudly.

"I think you're one step closer to being a jerk," Carl Bain said very directly.

The more contact Anson has, the more he has a fresh understanding of what a "highly flexible moral bottom line" means.

Although he's also essentially a **** with a "flexible moral bottom line" ~www.readwn.com~ I just don't understand one thing. "Looking at Anson, who was so excited, Carl couldn't help but ask:

"Although this isn't a bad thing, it's absolutely nothing to do with the 'beautiful mess' - so why are you so enthusiastic?"

"Because I am a devout believer of the Ring of Order."

An Sen suddenly turned serious, and pressed his chest with sincerity: "My inner belief does not allow me to watch all this happen; the church calls, eradicate evil, I... obliged!"

Carl rolled his eyes directly.

"Again...because this is the order of Archbishop Luther; you know, our entire storm division is invested by the Franz family." Anson smiled frankly:

"I can't disobey the order of the gold master, right?"

The expressionless chief of staff suddenly found that the kerosene lamp above his head was unusually elegant, and began to look at it with all his attention.

"Of course, these are not the most important." Anson smiled more frankly:

"More importantly, Archbishop Luther Franz said in his letter that if everything goes well in the end, the Storm Division... is very likely to become an extra-staff standing army from the levy."

"What?!" Carl was really shocked this time:

"standing army?!"

"And it is an extra-staff standing army - which means that we will not be sent to the front line, but to a large fortress, important city or port. Serve as a garrison."

"And now the most lack of manpower, the most in need of the garrison army to replenish is..."

"Cloway City?!"

"Exactly!" An Sen spread his hands:

"So my dear chief of staff, do you understand the point? A good and bright future is already beckoning to us all!"