I Will Be The Crowned King

Latest website: Seeing that the ruling knight agreed to his request so happily, Bolly Levant couldn't even believe his ears, and the whole person was stunned in place for a few seconds.

In fact, there was a moment when he hoped that the other party would refuse the request, and then he went to the commander-in-chief of the Holy See on the grounds that he could not compete with Anson Bach, who was likely to have the power of the Old God Sect—more precisely, the Rune family—strength. The Ministry asked for reinforcements, such as sending some of the judges of the Inquisition, or a branch of the Knights of Judgment, to somewhat increase the confidence of the soldiers under it, and the other party agreed directly.

But now that the words have been released, the consequences of wanting to go back again are not something he can bear...Bore Lewent had to bite the bullet and issue a combat deployment to the army with a confident expression on his face.

His plan was simple: since Anson Bach wanted to lure himself into an attack, his wish was fulfilled, and the 20,000 Mujahideen army was divided into four parts, the first three and the other, to attack his feigned marching Storm Legion in three directions. And the shooting army, and then quickly pulled into a unified front on the front, and the army that was chasing the "rout" continued to advance westward.

And he led the army's most elite reserve team, taking advantage of the pressure of the entire army to quickly detour to Ansen Bach's flanks and back, trying to block his retreat path, it is best to surround him in the middle, Dismember, annihilate.

"There are only two roads from Beluga Harbor to Slave Harbor - the best way is, of course, through the towns of Grey Snow and Straw, and finally to get here, most of Anson Bach's 12,000 people need to march quickly and lure us to attack. , this is the way to go.”

"But in fact, according to the information I have learned, there is also a road from Grey Snow Town to Slave Port, but the road is more rugged, and there are hardly any colonies on the way - which means that it is difficult to obtain supplies, But it's not impossible to go." Boley Levent tapped the map on the table with the hilt of his sword:

"If I were Anson Bach, in order to ensure the smooth logistics supply of the army, then the stronghold of Straw Town would be particularly important. I must do my best to ensure that the road here is firmly in my hands, and I must not lose it; The team is pulling so long, I am afraid there is also the idea of ​​​​protecting the logistics."

"Although the two roads are not far, there are trees and hills in the middle, and the army must move close to the water source. At the same time, the troops advancing on both lines seem to be able to rely on each other, but in fact, except for a location near the straw town, the water source intersects. , the rest of the areas are all far away, any one side is attacked, and the other side can only roughly know the location of the station, it is impossible to provide assistance in time."

"Attack one army, and then deter another, is the core of our battle." Bo Lei showed a cruel smile:

"The ultimate goal of course is to wipe them out, but before that... we're going to scare them to death - literally."

Scared to death?

The officers and knights who did not understand the deep meaning of the Legion Commander looked puzzled.

"Don't understand? It doesn't matter if you don't understand, everyone just needs to obey the orders." Boley Levant smiled indifferently: "The great ring of order will lead us to victory."

"And everything will start from here!"

The moment the voice fell, the gold-plated hilt with a ruby ​​inlaid on its tail smashed heavily on a raised pattern on the map.

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Northwest of Slave Port, some unnamed mountain.

A group of ragged soldiers dragged their trucks and stumbled along the road at the foot of the mountain with difficulty; they were panting and could not see any luggage or weapons from head to toe. Sleeves, hats, shoes...the distance from the thighs to the hips without pants.

Except for the red and black rags on your chest that have been bleached with sweat and dust, the luggage and weapons stacked on the baggage car behind you, and the 13-star ring flag carried in front of the leader, you have no way of knowing that this is an army. , rather than refugees surviving in the wilderness.

It took only four days for the Second Infantry Regiment to go from having a neat military appearance to this honor.

In order to complete Ansen Bach's rush to march and rush to the port of slavery at the fastest speed at all costs, they almost threw away most of the baggage when they set off, only carrying a small amount of food and a certain amount of necessities, and weapons and ammunition are also the minimum. , marching lightly and desperately running, and even completed one-third of the trip the day before.

Of course, the price was that the entire army was exhausted into roadside dead dogs, slightly injured hundreds of people, and lost more than 200 pairs of boots.

In the next few days, the situation was still outrageous. In order to prevent further wear and tear and injuries, many soldiers simply ripped their uniforms into short-sleeved shorts, and did not need any hats that got in the way. Except for food, they were all discarded, and weapons were loaded into vehicles; except for the regiment commander. Alexey Dukasky, everyone is no longer burdened from head to toe.

In this way, the strength of the second infantry group, which had been marching in a hurry for four days, had already been exhausted, and they still failed to reach their destination on time - and they were even fine. .

Alexei was skeptical, preferring to believe that deserters had appeared - the natives must have been more familiar and more accustomed to the geography of the New World than themselves.

Carrying the new and still military flag, Alexei, who was so tired that he had the urge to stick his tongue out, stretched his legs with difficulty and had to straighten his body completely - he was the regiment commander, everyone in the regiment could shout tired, but he was the only one No, the blow to morale would be extremely heavy.

Resisting the lead-filled feet, he not only continued to complain in his heart why he was always unlucky, but also expressed a little doubt about the mission: in addition to the rapid march, another mission of the 2nd Infantry Regiment was to capture slaves outside the port. Build fortifications.

But now there is a small problem: the fortification requires a shovel and a shovel, but both of these have been thrown away by myself to save energy.

Even if he didn't throw it, he didn't believe that the long-legged humanoid jerky behind him would have the strength to dig the soil and dig a hole, and it was very likely to bury him alive.

In this case, no matter whether he can arrive at the port of slavery on time or not, he will definitely not be able to complete the task; it is impossible for Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach to not know about this kind of thing, so what is he doing this for?

After four days of suffering, Alexei Dukasky, who was about to die of exhaustion in the literal sense, finally noticed a trace of abnormality and fell into deep suspicion.

at this time…

"boom--!!"

A harsh roar exploded in the valley, as if someone was hitting the hill with a hammer. Even if they were far apart, they could clearly feel the violent vibration from the ground.

The 2nd Infantry Regiment, which had been trudging hard for the last second, stopped almost immediately. The officers who had long been exhausted and shouted hoarsely raised the military flag, and let the unarmed soldiers gather around the flag company by company. The team became a scattered column square, and the soldier at the end of the team stopped the carriage at a position close to the team, and carried the weapons on the carriage by drumming and passing flowers.

Five minutes later, the entire infantry regiment was fully prepared for battle, and formed several echelons on the mountain road, keeping a certain distance from the front and back, and at the same time guarding the surrounding six directions to prevent enemy shelling.

Holding the military flag, Alexei squatted in the center of the large square, squinting and trying to look at the position where the sound came from—his telescope had long since been lost when he passed through a certain forest, and only half of his hand-painted was left. map.

"That direction, it seems to be from a certain shooting army combat battalion..." Alexey, who was muttering to himself, guessed, recalling the order of departure.

Although it is also an army according to the Clovis military system, but due to the lack of officers, the smallest combat unit of the entire shooting army is the battalion level, with a battalion of 200 people, which is larger than an ordinary company but smaller than a normal battalion.

Each battalion has two company commanders, but they are actually part-timers. In addition to the battalion commander himself, the deputy battalion commander and the chief purser each serve concurrently. The next position is only the "half-platoon commander" of the indigenous officers. The team consists of 20 people, under the jurisdiction of four squads, each of five people - but this is only a job establishment, only the battalion level has the strength to fight independently.

Therefore, judging from the sound of gunfire and sporadic gunfire, Alexei could easily guess that a certain combat battalion was ambushed and was exchanging fire with the enemy. The platoon of guns must be the enemy, and the scattered fire must be the shooting army.

Even Alexei could judge from the rhythm of the two sides that the shooting army was about to be defeated - otherwise, with the habit of indigenous warriors keen on hand-to-hand combat, the enemy would not be able to shoot such a frequent and continuous platoon of guns.

So the question came: "Captain, do we want to go and support them?"

"support?"

Alexei looked stunned for a moment, looked at the chief purser behind him, who was even more honest than himself, and said inexplicably: "Look at the honor of our soldiers, and then think about the distance between them and us, I really don't think this proposal is so... a little bit unreasonable?"

"Of course we all understand this. Even if you catch up with the battle with everyone's physical strength, most of them won't even have the physical strength to pull the trigger...!"

"If we don't rescue, let's not say whether there is a suspicion of sitting by and watching friendly forces die-in case a chain reaction is triggered, and the 5,000 shooting troops are wiped out, who are we going to take to surround the capture slave port?"

Ah this... Alexei was stunned, this seems to be a problem.

After hesitating for about half a minute, Alek with a dignified expression quickly glanced between the soldiers and the surrounding terrain, and then made a final decision: "No rescue, continue marching!"

"Oh, Captain..."

"Don't talk, I know what you're going to say - you can't die without help, and you can't stubbornly execute orders that have been impossible to achieve, but trust me, it's really not!"

Alexey struggled to support his body with the flagpole and stood up slowly: "If the opposite is the commander-in-chief's headquarters, I will take you to climb over even if I am exhausted, but this is not the situation we are facing now, what we are encountering is The enemy ambushed and precisely ambushed our small group of troops marching fast, what does this mean?"

"It shows that this is a purposeful and planned operation, and it is definitely an action made on the premise that we have mastered our marching route; if we are reckless to rescue, what awaits us is the enemy's trap."

"So we don't go to the rescue to avoid falling into the trap?"

"On the contrary, not going to rescue is to make the enemy think that their goal has been achieved." Alexei shook his head: "You think they attacked a combat battalion of the shooting army, really just to wipe out the more than 200 indigenous soldiers. - If this requires several times the strength, cavalry and artillery, then the jihadist army on the opposite side is not really crazy."

"Their real purpose is to intimidate all the rest of the army who are left behind because of the rapid march, and make them panic, fear, be overwhelmed, and make irrational actions - some of them will retreat and lead them to the real main force. Army, and the other part will march forward with marks, and become the remnants of fish and meat that can be casually after they annihilate the main force."

The commander of the Second Infantry sneered and made a self-deprecating stroke: "What we want to do is the latter."

The officers and soldiers were still extremely disconnected, but they still decided to obey Alexei's judgment and continued to march forward with both hands and feet, and they were even more embarrassed than before.

Behind them, the sound of gunfire gradually fell, and billowing black smoke rose from the other side of the hillside, indicating that a certain battle had come to an end.

The jihadist army, which assembled nearly a thousand people, wiped out the entire shooting army battle battalion. It is expected to be a battle, and it is more appropriate to describe it as slaughter; in order to ensure the effect of deterrence, each unit responsible for the ambush carried artillery, UU Read www.uukanshu.com and strictly limit the range of cavalry to make up and pursue, to ensure that the defeated "New World Legion" will have no less than one-fifth of the deserters.

And this kind of battle didn’t just happen in the 2nd Infantry Regiment… Within two days, Anson received more than double-digit front-line battle reports. Many troops were either ambushed and defeated, or were almost wiped out, and the casualties were already three high number of digits.

Some of the troops retreated to the rear, and some of the "lucky ones" who were not ambushed continued to march in a hurry, increasing the distance with the rear army, completely lost contact, and became literally alone.

At the same time, a large net, a large net made up of multiple fronts, began to approach the direction of Straw Town, closely following the retreating army, clearly posing for an encirclement.

In Straw Town, Anson, with a smug look on his face, presented the information he had compiled and the enemy's marching route he had drawn to Carl Bain. But he had to admit the reality and said:

"Well, it looks like you really got it right this time - our enemy is so stupid!"