I Will Be The Crowned King

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Looking at Ludwig's solemn face, Arthur's expression was much more relaxed, and even a little excited: "Then, does that mean that this time they won't be like before, and they won't start fighting seriously this time. Did you run clean?"

"It's not that simple, and we can't immediately confirm that the information we have now must be true." Ludwig said coldly, who couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

He can now be completely sure that the famous "Dragon Roar" His Excellency, from beginning to end, does not meet the qualifications that a leader should have, and all he thinks about is to duel with the enemy.

For Arthur, the most suitable position is definitely not the commander-in-chief of the legion, and the death captain is his destined destination.

However, even for the command of the nearly 20,000 jihadist troops left in his hand, Ludwig had to patiently explain to him:

"Planned exposure means that the enemy can designate targeted strategies against us, turning us into their marionettes, exposing us to extremely high risk all the time."

"Assaulting our logistics, setting up ambushes on our way, shelling our intended positions, etc. etc... arguably the worst of all adverse situations."

After he explained this, Arthur's face finally showed a clever expression that seemed to understand: "Then you mean..."

"The best option, of course, is to cancel the action and stop losses in time before danger arises."

Ludwig said with an expressionless face, and then changed the conversation under the gaze of the discolored Arthur: "But this time the situation is special, the jihadist army cannot tell them that there is no such thing after mobilizing tens of thousands of troops. , that would be a devastating blow to morale!"

"So we can only choose a compromise solution and slightly modify the original plan."

"How to modify it?!" Arthur's eyes lit up suddenly, his expression as if he was waiting for a birthday present that got his wish.

"Commander Arthur, how to revise the plan should not be decided by me alone, or even by the two of us in private. It must be reported to the high command and colleagues to discuss how to act together." Ludwig corrected:

"But it's a waste of time, and even if we propose a plan, it may not be possible to discuss a result."

"So I gave a preliminary plan to change the mission of the Fernando Corps, which was originally responsible for Beluga Port, to a feint attack, and the direction of Red Hand Bay was the main attack."

"As for the question of how to persuade... it can be solved through the mobilization of materials, giving only the most basic materials to the Fernando Legion, so that they cannot organize a large-scale offensive."

"As for the Bolei Legion...my suggestion is to just give it up and let them move freely; transport all the heavy firepower and ammunition to the front line of Red Hand Bay, and do everything possible to conquer the main pagan army there!"

"Of course, this is only my preliminary idea, and I am willing to accept any kind of different opinions." Ludwig paused deliberately, showing a humble and patient expression:

"What do you think, Captain Arthur?"

Captain Arthur did not answer him immediately.

In the next second, he suddenly stepped forward with an expressionless face, and before Ludwig could react, he stretched out a pair of thick arms and hugged him hard.

"boom-"

Ludwig's expression suddenly tightened, his torso seemed to be suddenly clamped by steel clamps, and a violent shock rushed into his mind; he even vaguely heard the whining of his ribs and spine, and the sound of his organs being dislocated.

But Arthur didn't notice this at all, and raised his head while hugging him tightly, a pair of lion-like eyes showing unparalleled innocence:

"Thank you, really… really thank you, Ludwig; of all the Clovis **** I've come across, you're the only one who makes me want to thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I swear to the Ring of Order that your kindness will never be wasted." Arthur gritted his teeth like a curse:

"Red Hand Bay, I will definitely conquer it with my own hands, with my own hands!"

And I only hope that you can obey my command, don't be too hot-headed and give others too many surprises... Ludwig took a deep breath, his expression equally serious:

"I still hope you can do what you can, even if you fail occasionally, it doesn't matter; this war will not end because of the victory or defeat of one or two battles, there are opportunities for you to exert your talents."

"I understand that - as long as it is your suggestion, I will accept it unconditionally." The corners of Arthur's mouth rose, revealing a sunny smile:

"We are friends. Friends will never hurt each other."

Ludwig smiled politely and embarrassedly.

Arthur, who let go of the arm that hugged the opponent and turned around, didn't notice Ludwig, who was directly collapsed to the ground, but ran along the deck like a nimble cheetah, rushing to the bow.

"Wait a minute, Louis, wait a minute."

Arthur held the cable in one hand and the hilt of his saber in the other, looking at the horizon and muttering:

"I'm coming to beat you!"

…………

East of Ice Dragon Fjord, around Grey Snow Town.

After obtaining the consent of Louis, Anson, who led most of the Storm Legion and 5,000 Shooting Corps, began a rapid march to the eastern part of the Free Confederacy and rushed to Slave Port.

The goals can be roughly divided into two, to secure the slave port and annihilate the Bore Legion isolated by the Mujahideen; if it cannot be accomplished at the same time, then the second priority will be given.

This may sound like putting the cart before the horse, but it is probably the best option for the New World Legion at the moment - the enemy is not a fool, and whether the Bolei Legion is victorious or defeated, their independent action will inevitably end after this battle. It is absolutely impossible for the Holy See and the high command sent by the Knights of Judgment to allow this kind of "infighting between the legions" to continue for a long time.

In other words, without the need to worry about the enemy having foreign aid, there is absolutely no chance that there will be a second chance to completely annihilate a main army of the jihadist army by fighting alone.

Even if it is very difficult and the risks are not small, Anson is ready to try, and even ready to pay a certain price.

But after carefully understanding the terrain with the Speaker of the Colony of Capture Slave Harbor, and collecting most of the information about the surrounding terrain, I suddenly found that I might be a little overly optimistic.

"Looking at the topography, Slave Port is said to be a port, but it is actually a relatively gentle tidal flat, which is no different from the surrounding coastline. The only reason for the colonies is that they are relatively close."

Pointing to the hand-drawn map hanging behind him, Chief of Staff Karl has consistently attacked the overconfidence of some people in the Storm Legion:

"Without a harbor, it means that the wharf is completely safe to defend. The enemy can choose the direction of attack at will, and it is not necessary to land at the harbor. Of course, it can also be said that the harbor conditions are bad and can only be approached by small boats. stranded."

The reason for this is that, apart from the fact that there are almost no decent ports in the eastern part of the New World, the Three Kingdoms of the Beihai Sea attaches great importance to their colonies.

"Not only is the port easy to attack and difficult to defend, but the entire Slave Port has no parapets, fences or any buildings that can be used as defensive strongholds. According to the report of the caravan, even their parliament is also a very pure wooden structure, without warehouses, with excavated cellars. Store food and fuel."

"In other words, even if we can get to Slave Harbor before Borre Levant, the terrain there is simply not enough for us to hold it, is that so?"

Norton Crossell couldn't help asking.

"It's completely understandable." Carl sighed and glanced at Anson who was still confident: "If you insist, the 5,000 Shooting Army and the Storm Legion will almost become living targets for the enemy's naval guns; even if we can rely on fortifications If you hold on hard, you will not be able to prevent the enemy from landing, and you will still be surrounded by the enemy immediately."

"Can we withdraw from the port of slavery, and then we will attack the enemy guarding the town?" Alexei suddenly said:

"Since the terrain is open, why can't we take the initiative to attack the enemy?"

"The reason is very simple. We didn't have the firepower of the enemy's naval guns." Before Karl could refute, Julien, the commander of the Fifth Infantry, frowned and said regretfully:

"Based on the coverage of naval guns, and considering the unobstructed terrain around Chanu Port, before we get close, the barrage of naval gun salvos will cover the army's line, and we may have to pay one-twentieth. Even one-tenth of the casualties can get close to the town."

"What about civil work?" Alexei, who was refuted, insisted:

"Is it feasible to dig trenches and dig all the way from outside the coverage area of ​​artillery fire to the periphery of the town?"

"Of course there is, but have you forgotten the goal of our operation?" Leo, the commander of the Fourth Infantry, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help laughing:

"It is necessary to dig a siege position that can avoid the enemy's frontal firepower, and let more than 10,000 people surround the slave port. It is a major project of at least ten to twenty days. Counting the combat period, you are ready to fight a battle of slave port. A month or two?"

Alexey was stunned for a moment, and looked around the officers around him with a blank expression:

"something wrong?"

"Of course not for us, but the Mujahideen might be different." Carl shrugged:

"With the current situation, if they still want to declare their victory, they must launch a full-scale siege of the entire Ice Dragon Fjord at least before October. There is a high probability that it is impossible to forcefully join us in such a small place as Slave Harbor. It will take a month or two to empty.”

"Ten days... I estimate that if the battle can't be ended within ten days, either Borre Lewent will take the initiative to bow his head and ask the Mujahideen for help, or the Holy See's high command will force the rest of the Mujahideen to reinforce him - because of Slave Port It is the entrance to the east of the siege of Ice Dragon Fjord, and they must take it."

"So not only do we have to annihilate the Bolei Legion, but also within ten days?"

Alexey lost his voice, as if frightened by this crazy idea: "Is it possible?!"

No one answered his question, and all eyes were silently turned to the confident figure.

"Of course it is possible!"

Facing those suspicious eyes, An Sen vowed:

"In fact, ten days is a very conservative number. If the plan is really smooth enough, I estimate that seven days, at most eight days, will end the battle."

"The rest is for us to clean the battlefield, annihilate the remnant enemies, and gather the people of Slave Harbor to retreat to the Ice Dragon Fjord. The entire battle will last about half a month, and we should be able to retreat just before the enemy arrives."

Hearing his natural tone, Carl couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Then what's your plan?" Julien had a curious expression, and there was even a bit of admiration in his eyes.

As the only senior officer in the entire army who is younger than Anson, he has high self-discipline and an extremely sensitive self-esteem. He always regards Anson as the goal of his own progress. He hopes to become a brigadier general at a young age like him. entrusted with the task.

Carl, who learned the truth, was at a loss for words. He didn't know whether to persuade him to make progress or find a good enough life partner as soon as possible.

Anyway, Anson's answer is definitely the former, he wants to improve too much.

"My plan?" Anson raised his finger and pointed to the second infantry commander next to him with an expression of how do you know what to ask?

"Didn't Lieutenant Colonel Alexey just say everything?"

"Yes, I said it all!"

Alexey, who didn't know anything yet, nodded his head, and was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted:

"I said, I said... what did I say?"

The officers looked at each other.

"You said why we can't attack the enemy in reverse, yes, why not?" Anson asked back:

"Of course, it is very dangerous to take the initiative to attack Slave Port, but we can completely trick the enemy to get out of the town and attack us from the coverage of naval guns."

"Yes, we can!" Alexei excitedly said, but he quickly reacted: "This, how do you cheat?"

"Yeah, how did you lie?" Carl also turned his head and asked in hot pursuit:

"You have also seen the Battle of Black Reef Harbor. Boley Levant is not a fool. In a sense, he is more difficult than Bernard. Why should he abandon the town he has won and take the initiative to attack us? "

"It's very simple, because this way you can wipe out the absolute main force of the New World Army, the Storm Army, plus 5,000 Shooting Army." Anson smiled:

"With our current marching speed, even if we march quickly, it will be difficult for us to get to Slave Port before the Boley Legion; then we simply give up and play a play for Borey Levent to let He really thought we were late."

"12,000 people marched in haste day and night, the queue was long and long, there was no organization at all, and they didn't even have the physical strength to face the surprise attack."

An Sen simmered for a while, and said in a tone that seemed to be self-questioning and self-answering: "In such a situation, anyone else would want to try it?"

"Then if he is extra cautious, is he not fooled?"

"Wouldn't it be better if you weren't fooled?" Anson looked at Carl, who was still very worried:

"Then we can use Alexei's method to deceive the artillery shells of the opposing naval guns, wait for him to run out of ammunition, and then launch an attack - as expected of my trustworthy second infantry commander, he provided us with two a plan."

"In my opinion, the code name of this battle might as well be called uh... It's called Operation Dukasky, what do you think?!"