I Will Be The Crowned King

After returning the pipe to the stingy commander-in-chief with a little reluctance, Alexei turned his head and walked out of the prison with a slightly disappointed expression. With them, it is probably like the head of Julian who is facing the enemy.

Alexey didn't lie to Joseph, he really didn't have a deep relationship with the "youngest member of the officer corps" - the other was Anson Bach - or no one had a relationship with him.

This strong-looking, slender-hearted colleague is a very difficult person to get along with. You must always be careful when dealing with him. If you are not careful, he will feel that his dignity has been hurt, and then he will not talk about anything.

Pay attention to the words... This pair of Alexei, who has always been "outgoing and outgoing", is simply more painful than being sentenced.

Waiting for the helpless expression of being forced, Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Dukasky, the commander of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, walked out of the prison gate alone.

In the messy cell, only the unconscious Joseph was left, as well as the Legion Commander and his Grenadier Commander who looked at each other.

Biting the pipe he took back from Alexei's mouth, Anson stared at Fabian, who was squatting on the ground; His mood fluctuated violently.

After a while, Fabian raised his head and met Anson's gaze without dodging:

"What do you want to ask?"

"It depends on what you want to say."

Anson's expression remained unchanged: "I'm not forcing you, but I want to know how all this is going on."

"what happened?"

Fabian was stunned for a moment, and then showed a slightly self-deprecating smile: "If I say it, I don't really know what's going on, are you willing to believe it?"

"I believe." Anson shrugged:

"You can just say what you know, or what you want to say."

"What you know and what you want to say... Hehe, you are still so cautious, just like when we first met."

Fabian looked down at Joseph beside him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared:

"He is my uncle, but after all, he has been missing for more than 20 years. Before that, he was only suspicious. It was only just now that he was completely recognized, but he probably recognized me when we first met."

"The first time..." Anson recalled:

"Is it when you were in Changhu Town?"

"Yes, he was the head of the Changhu Town militia at the time, and he cooperated with the Faithful Militia I led to perform a 'invincible, forced to surrender' play, allowing me to defeat and capture the Changhu Town under his command with zero casualties. Militia." Fabian nodded:

"Actually, I was already suspicious at the time."

"Doubt he is the same person as your missing uncle?"

"No, I suspect that he is likely to be secretly colluding with the Kressey family." Fabian shook his head, and his calm tone made Anson show a flash of surprise:

"Don't worry, commander-in-chief, neither the junior secretary nor the chief of staff have disclosed any information in this regard. I guessed it a little bit by relying on my own intelligence network and observation."

"Although he made a lot of seemingly reasonable excuses for his actions and motives at the time, but... I have been a guard, and I have seen many similar suspects. I pretended to be sincere sophistry and sincere words, which could not escape me. Eye."

"So I speculate that you probably made a deal with the Crecy family, and let their people take the initiative to cooperate with your military operation to take down Long Lake Town, and Joseph... Uncle is one of them."

"Since then, similar signs have become more and more obvious. Your hesitation in the Black Reef Harbor has deepened my judgment in this regard, and I believe that the agreement between you and them is probably related to the city of sailing - the storm division gets the red hand Bay and Long Lake Town, the Crecy family got Sail City, and finally divided the six colonies of the empire equally."

"During this period, he did not do anything special, and was very active in cooperating with the strategic deployment of the Storm Division... But it is also very abnormal, because it is difficult for Longhu Town to profit from these military operations; and his 'peers' ' My dear Uncle Joseph is so positive compared to them."

"And then, he left Long Lake Town and joined the Shooting Army."

Fabian's eyes gradually sharpened, and Anson's illusion made Anson seem to see the guard officer sitting on the sofa in the apartment and questioning him in a soft voice:

"Doubt this emotion...like a seed, from the moment it emerges, it's a natural thing to grow; but my problem is that I planted more than one seed in him."

"It's hard to think about his relationship with the Crecy family when he thinks that he's probably Uncle Joseph, especially since I don't have any proof yet."

"Evidence... That's how I persuaded myself. I have no evidence, only a bunch of speculative suspicions. He behaved normally and did not harm the interests of the Legion, so why should I doubt him?"

"But the doubts that have taken root, even if you want to deceive yourself and cut them off, you need to use external force; those uncertain factors, I will personally get the answer from him."

"That's why you went to him in private." Anson breathed out a smoke ring:

"To get answers that convince yourself?"

"Well, it's also to avoid causing too much impact."

The commander of the grenadier regiment leaned against the cold iron fence and breathed a sigh of relief: "If I tell you my suspicions, then for the sake of safety, a large number of shooting army officers headed by Joseph must be dismissed... But now It’s almost December, and there are less than four months left until the spring of next year, which will be a devastating blow to the shooting army, which is just beginning to gain momentum.”

"In comparison, private negotiation is already the least bad option."

That's right... An Sen secretly said in his heart.

In fact, this is what he was worried about at first. If a large number of people are involved because of the Crecy family, his shooting army plan will be bankrupt, and it is impossible to get it together in the remaining months. So many officers, not to mention those Aboriginal warriors.

By the end of December at the latest, indigenous people from various colonies, either purchased or "donated", will gather at Beluga Harbor. If there is a problem with the officers, then will the indigenous warriors be wrong? After all, they are the old gods. It is not surprising that the believers of the sect can serve the evil **** of the Resting Land in an upright manner.

As Fabien said, doubt is like a seed. It will not stop when it is planted. Even if it is just to monitor Joseph, it will inevitably cause panic, and eventually a large number of people will not be eradicated. The work cannot be carried out normally.

If it is the army of the Clovis Kingdom, it may be fine if everything has standard procedures. The worst result is that a few major suspects are shot to death. As an example, a new batch of officers will take office. Business as usual.

The problem is that the shooting corps is a standard private soldier, even if Anson's highest expectations for it are the average level of the levy; as for what level the levy is... Major General Ludwig at Fort Thunder should have the most say.

This kind of troop is already stuck in the bottom line, and then the officers are cleaned up, and the soldiers are allowed to report each other. Everyone passes the border, and the combat power that has finally been accumulated will disappear in an instant.

Of course, if you just make up the numbers and treat them as a "handicraft army", then it doesn't matter... It's just that they probably dispersed without waiting for the battlefield, which is quite poetic of the morning dew melting under the sun.

There is a saying, "How loyal you are to your army, your army will be loyal to you", which probably means this.

So Fabian made an appointment with Joseph in private and hoped to solve the matter quietly. Ansen himself would probably use a similar method... Besides, there is no evidence in his hand, and there is no way to talk about reports and the like. rise.

...if he wasn't under the Crecy family.

Looking at Joseph who was motionless, Anson took another puff of his pipe.

"That's what happened... As for the result of the conversation, he concealed it perfectly, and he didn't let me notice any flaws; there were enough 'accidents' in Beluga Port City and the coincidence of your assassination time. explain."

Fabian was silent for a while, and his expression suddenly became calm: "Of course, it is true that there is no report to you and private investigation. I will not deny it, everything is at your disposal."

After speaking, he stood up slowly and slapped the dust on his body: "Also, if you are going to interrogate Joseph, or simply shoot him, don't give him too much pain, and don't hand him over to Talia. Miss—that's my only request."

So he already knows about the Luen family... Anson nodded slightly.

"Clang clang-"

The silent silence was interrupted by a rude door opening, and the two people who faced each other tacitly stopped talking.

After a while, the military doctor who was biting two cigarettes walked in with two assistants, silently glanced at Joseph lying on the ground, and then looked at the grenadier commander who had a gunshot wound on his leg, wrinkled slightly. Brows raised:

"How come there are two of them, didn't that **** Alexei say only one?"

"Maybe he remembered it wrong?"

Anson chuckled, the darkness and the surrounding smoke made it difficult to notice the wound on Fabian's leg: "Excuse me, Chief Doctor Hank."

"No trouble, the trouble is the teacher who taught our second infantry regiment commander mathematics." The military doctor rolled his eyes and waved to the medical soldiers who followed behind him: "Go, call a few more people in, and bring two more people by the way. stretcher."

After ordering the work, he turned his head to look at Anson: "The chief of staff has already arrived at the headquarters and said that he has something to look for you."

"I know, it's over."

An Sen, who nodded lightly, put away his pipe and said to Fabian before leaving, "Then let's talk later."

"Okay."

The head of the grenadier smiled indifferently, somewhat put down all his calmness, and watched Anson leave the headquarters prison.

After walking out of the prison gate, Anson walked straight to the headquarters' meeting room; probably because of the movement in the prison just now, the atmosphere of the entire military camp became obviously a lot more awe-inspiring. There were troops guarding and gathering everywhere, a pair of people who were ready to go into action. stance.

I stopped a messenger passing by and asked: After a detailed investigation, the commander-in-chief found that a large number of remnants of the Untrustworthy Knights had infiltrated Beluga Port, and was ready to dispatch the Fifth Infantry Regiment to enter the city to cooperate with the second and second in the city. Together, the three infantry regiments launched large-scale repression and suppression.

Thinking of his simple "unblocking" order being misinterpreted by Alexei into this look, Anson froze in place, and suddenly had the urge to hit someone.

But he didn't know that the commander of the 2nd Infantry was more aggrieved than him - there were people from the 5th Infantry everywhere at that time, and Lieutenant Colonel Julien was a guy who was particularly sensitive to dignity.

If Alexei dared to lie directly and say that nothing happened in the prison and that there is nothing to do with you here, Julien, who was "consciously humiliated", would dare to detain him directly and rush in with his own troops.

In contrast, "white lies" is already the least bad choice - of course, this does not change Anson's idea of ​​"rewarding" him.

When he came to the gate of the headquarters, Carl Bain, who was leaning on the side of the door, was waiting silently. When he saw Anson's figure, he snuffed out the cigarette butts and quickly stepped forward:

"The people from the Harold Foundation are here and are waiting for you inside."

He didn't ask what happened in the prison, nor did he mention what happened to Fabian... As a professional culprit who has cleaned up countless messes all year round, Carl Bain is not used to this kind of thing, unless Anson takes the initiative to mention it. , otherwise it is easy not to ask.

This is attitude and understanding.

Anson nodded, and then asked casually, "Is there a purpose?"

"No, but looking at their expressions and inquiries, it has something to do with the Knights of Untrustworthy... I always feel that their arrogant attitude is not the same as usual, and they are too trembling." Carl shook his head, looked around, and lowered his voice. The voice said:

"I remember you mentioned that you have already made the local Faithless Knights in Beluga Port successfully turn against the water, right?"

"It's just a part, it's a partnership now." Anson shrugged:

"The attack on Beluga Harbor now is part of the other colonies before - it should be the direct order of the Crecy family."

"The Chrissy family, so Miss Talia went to Winter Torch City because of this..." Carl nodded invisibly, with a flash of clarity in his eyes:

"What do you need me to do?"

"Manage the shooting army, let them start training as soon as possible, and don't disrupt the plan for today's events." Anson paused:

"In addition, during this time, you may have to temporarily manage the Grenadier Regiment and some military affairs for a while. If you are too busy, you can pull Norton Crosell over to help. I feel that his talent in management is stronger than that in command... In short Let's wait until Fabien recovers from the gunshot wound."

"...Fabien?"

"That's right, Grenadier Commander, Colonel Fabian." Anson raised his brows:

"Such an excellent deputy commander, I can't bear to give up so easily."