I Will Be The Crowned King

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The cavalry and officers on both sides stared at the figure that seemed to have come out of a fairy tale.

Under the broken knight's uniform and the broken breastplate, the fine dark red scales exuded a metallic texture, layer upon layer clinging to the upper body of Arthur Herrid; a pair of star eyes gradually turned into beasts. Like animal pupils, the lines of his cheeks became more angular.

It seemed that he was wearing a delicate and close-fitting armor; but the breath exuded by the other party was constantly warning Louis' figure, and the Arthur Herrid in front of him was completely different from him a few minutes ago.

All the powers of the bloodline have their own secrets, especially the dragon knight as the head of the seven knights; since the sea knight can accommodate hundreds of rivers and obtain new abilities from the talents of the same bloodline power, then the dragon knight can become "Dragon", it seems that there is nothing to be surprised about.

From the outside, he seems to have obtained the defense power of dragon scales, and his body has also been strengthened to a certain extent. It is very likely that this is the reason why Arthur can suppress himself just now, but all the power of blood is limited. The level of reinforcement cannot come without a price...

"How, you must be surprised, right?" Arthur was proud, waving the spear in his hand that was also strengthened and attached to some kind of dark red crystal-it seemed to be similar to the blood-coagulated dragon scale: "This is my first time. The second time I showed this ability in front of others, it was only when the girl who wanted to pull me to commit suicide..."

Arthur was stunned for a moment and looked at Louis on the opposite side: "Oh, why are you not surprised at all?"

"What's wrong, it's just a new ability, and it's not without flaws." Louis said coldly, dancing with a long knife in his hand, and threw a half-arc of blood under his feet:

"Should I act shocked?"

"should…"

Arthur, who was about to blurt out, suddenly stopped, his wide eyes seemed to think of something at once:

"Ah... ah! No, it's not the brother-in-law Bernard who told you about this?!"

"That rascal, I always thought he was partial. He liked you very much since Han Tu, and always ignored my love - whose brother-in-law is he!"

Arthur held his head, looking annoyed as if he was looking for a friend to show off a new toy, only to find out that the other party had already played with it, or it was borrowed by his parents when he didn't know it: all the surprises and the adoring eyes he expected were gone!

Just as he was complaining, the young knight on the opposite side suddenly disappeared, and then...

"clang-!"

A harsh crash sounded, and suddenly Arthur, with his arms crossed in front of him, flew out as if he had been hit by a cannonball, and the dragon scales on his forearm were blown out into a complete hemisphere.

"Oh...it's so dangerous!"

The grinning Arthur knelt down on one knee, and his knees and boots quickly pulled out three traces on the muddy ground: "You guy... I didn't seem to have said before that you can make the water vapor completely transparent!"

"I don't seem to have said no, it's your understanding that's wrong."

Louie, who was blocked by a single blow, snorted coldly, and appeared on Arthur's side like a teleportation, and the long knife that was dragged swept towards the opponent's shoulder.

"It's like this again... How can you get angry so easily?"

Raising his hand to block the blade with the dragon scales on his forearm, Arthur stabbed his right spear while complaining like a grumbling:

"How on earth did I offend you, can you tell me!"

"clang-!"

The blade of the blade and the tip of the spear collided with sparks again, and the two invariably pulled away from each other; translucent water vapor flashed in the roar of artillery fire, blooming like fireworks.

At this moment, the battlefield where tens of thousands of troops gathered has completely turned into a stage for both sides to perform.

The originally anxious officers of the New World had already fully understood Louis Bernard's intention at this time—to use this method to hold back the opponent, no matter whether they lost or won, the jihadist army in command of the presence would not be able to launch an attack today no matter what.

The crusaders on the opposite side seem to know this very well, and they are more worried about the safety of their legionnaires than the Free Confederacy - they have already "lost" a supervisor. It is impossible to forgive these people lightly.

So the cavalry on both sides surrounded the area where the coaches "dueled" each other, lined up on both sides, and drew their guns to aim at the opposite side, but they did not dare to put their fingers on the trigger, for fear of any accident.

But this world is always what you worry about, and often you can't avoid it.

"boom-!"

The sudden sound echoed under the dome, and Louis and Arthur, who had overlapping swords and guns, were stunned at the same time, and turned their heads tacitly to look in the direction of the sound—a New World cavalry in the queue held a smoking carbine, dumbfounded. He didn't move like he was frightened.

"Everyone - don't move, don't shoot without orders! Repeat, don't shoot without orders!"

The knight commander of Yangfan City, who was so frightened, quickly shouted loudly, and at the same time rushed to the cavalry who opened fire without authorization: "What's going on?!"

"Ah...me...they...we..."

"okay!"

Looking at this fool who couldn't even speak clearly, the exasperated knight commander waved his hand sharply: "Come on, shoot him and drag him out!"

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly raised his binoculars and looked towards the opposite side, only to find that the cavalry of the Mujahideen Army was also training the team. to yourself.

So the opposite doesn't seem to be a mad believer who only knows the scriptures and only knows the holy war... The knight commander breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to make any slights.

This is a very good signal... The opposing side will indulge its own legion commander - of course, the same is true on my own side - indicating that the enemy does not really know what this battle is for, and what he hopes to gain from the holy war.

A group of troops who had no intention of fighting, but simply obeyed orders from one place to another... The knight commander felt as if he understood something, and seemed to understand nothing at the same time.

But he now knows that Marshal Louis Bernard's almost suicidal actions, and the crazy plan of Commander Ansen Ba are not without reason.

Looking at Louis Bernard, who was still fighting with his opponent, the knight commander, who had been extremely nervous, suddenly felt a hint of peace of mind.

This battle may really be...

………………

"There is no possibility, it is absolutely true!"

In the parliament hall of the port of arrest, the surprise scout cavalry knelt on one knee in front of the long table, and shouted to all the officers present with great excitement:

"A pagan legion of about 12,000 people is marching hurriedly to the port of capture slaves, and the vanguard is full of 6,000 people."

"They don't seem to have received the information that Slave Harbor has fallen. The front troops and the rear are completely disconnected. In order to save physical strength, the soldiers threw their luggage and weapons on the carriage, regardless of the distance between the front and rear queues, whether they are between each other. Able to provide cover and hurry with one mind!"

"If you can launch a surprise attack now, you should be able to easily succeed and destroy the army of 3,000 to 10,000 heretics, and it is also one of the most elite main forces, the Clovis and their native slave army!"

The faces of the scouts were full of bloodthirsty expressions; even now, the officers and soldiers of the Mujahideen Army had a very superficial understanding of the New World, and they did not know the relationship between the so-called "Shooting Army" and the New World Company. Think of these people as Clovis-trained minions.

Of course, the headquarters of the church knew about this, and so did some of the officers, but none of them would tell their subordinates the truth.

Following the scout's gaze, the knights in the audience all looked at the silent Boley Levant, waiting for the Legion Commander to make a decision.

Bo Lei is very tangled, very tangled.

It was originally part of his plan to capture Slave Harbor before the enemy returned to help, and then attack and annihilate the Free Confederate army that came.

Because of the previous things, the current Bolei Legion has been completely isolated by the entire jihadist army, so he can't get any assistance; if he can't rely on military exploits to increase his prestige a little, especially by capturing enough land, or annihilating it as a system The enemy, myself and myself more than 20,000 people, may really not be able to get along in the jihad.

The enemy in front of him just realized the stupid operation he expected. Tens of thousands of people marched desperately, completely exposing their weakness in front of him; as long as the speed was fast enough, he could completely annihilate them with superior force, part by part, without paying too much. of casualties.

But the problem is also here, that is, these enemies... they are too cooperative!

He is not the dead Ed Levant, nor is he a **** tendon like Arthur Herrede, who clearly knows that he has received Franz, Rune, Cecil, Roland before and after. Guys who have been funded and supported by a number of old continent giants.

Anson Bach, this person can be said to have no capital of his own, let alone a so-called foundation. His army, territory, wealth... all were pulled up by the support of others, and it was only by continuous operation that it snowballed to where it is today. scale.

It can be seen from his past practices that this person cannot withstand any major failure; he may not participate in battles that cannot be won, and he can find ways to fool the tasks that cannot be completed, but he must not bear any losses, otherwise his Funders are about to wonder if he's worth continuing to invest.

Would such a person put himself at such a great risk for the life and death of others?

No, absolutely not... He may not know if Slave Harbor has been occupied, but he can definitely guess that it can't be faster than himself with a fleet.

Therefore, the so-called rapid march is a prepared trap. If he really gathers his superior troops to launch a surprise attack, he will be attacked by the main force he has ambushed and suffer heavy losses.

Although the number of troops on his side is far more than that of him, it is similar in terms of being unable to lose; the Bolei Legion, which has been isolated, will be completely marginalized within the jihadist army.

But it would be a pity to let go of this opportunity - if you miss this time, you may never have the chance to annihilate the Clovis people again and avenge Black Reef Harbor for being swindled by them.

Borre Levant was in a dilemma, dodging the eyes of the officers present, and inadvertently landed on the figure of someone in the corner of the hall.

"Sir Francisco, do you have anything to say about this information?"

Following Bo Lei's smiling words, the officers present shuddered almost at the same time; they lowered their heads and looked cautiously at the tall figure in the knight's uniform with a stand-up collar and biting a cigar.

Or, the legendary... Shadowless.

"I don't have much to say, Your Excellency Commander Bolei." A thick smoke sounded in the dead hall:

"If you have to say it, I can only ask you not to be attracted by the sudden opportunity in front of you and fall into the trap of the heretics."

"According to the information we have, Anson Bach is not a reckless person, but he also hides a crazy heart under his cunning face, making actions that are incomprehensible to ordinary people."

"Oh, you mean..."

"Don't think of his actions as pure behavior, and don't think that it's all a conspiracy and a trap, but he must, or has to do it." Francisco took the cigar from his mouth and snorted a thick white of smoke:

"In order to achieve a certain purpose, he deliberately made the army swagger and appear in front of you unabashedly. At the same time, he deliberately made the illusion of preparing a trap... All of it was a last resort."

"All you need to know is what his purpose is."

Purpose?

The pupil of Bo Lei, who was suddenly awakened, suddenly shrank... Yes, I seem to have never realized this problem. What exactly does Anson Bach want?

He clearly knew that he couldn't save the slave port, and he had to rush here. What was the purpose of attracting him to attack?

The answer is clear at a glance - not only does he want to annihilate him, this guy is also seizing the opportunity to annihilate his own dream!

Bo Lei was frightened by the answer he came up with. This guy's army is twice his own. UU read www. The quality and firepower of uukanshu.com soldiers are more than doubled, and they are still ready to wipe out themselves?

But apart from this answer, there seems to be no other possibility; the only question is, what gives the other party so much confidence?

Well, thinking about it, it seems like there won't be a second one besides that one...

Bo Lei's eyes rolled quickly, he took a deep breath, stood up, and glanced coldly at the officers present: "Since the enemy is so arrogant, the army in the ring of order seems to have no second choice other than to fight. "

"It's just that of course we can fight against the army formed by the followers of the evil god, but those evil **** casters can only rely on the knights who guard the faith of the Ring of Order."

As he said that, his eyes pointed to the figure in that corner.

Squeezing out the cigar in his hand, the expressionless Francisco slowly got up, saluted Bo Lei on his chest, and bowed:

"Dare to obey!"