I Will Be The Crowned King

Two thousand heads of Lewent in exchange for a life for the Dukaski family?

Although the price had been negotiated in advance, when the other party really said it, the figure shook slightly, and was shocked by the other party's decisiveness.

"What, do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

Turning his head to look at the other party, Pavel's mouth showed a self-deprecating smile: "Even though he was finally entrusted with an important task by the commander-in-chief, he was planning to betray Paoze to survive from the very beginning, and even made these dirty behaviors into Your own heroic act... In your heart, you must be scolding me, a filthy villain with no shame and no chivalry?"

"No, no! This is absolutely not, I swear!" The latter who raised his head suddenly clarified:

"On the contrary, what you just said made you a lot more stalwart in my heart!"

"Oh, how can you see it?"

"Despicable, selfish, dirty and shameless... I have seen hundreds of thousands of people in my limited life, but there are very few people who can face all this frankly and admit it."

"Bearing sins and protecting the family... Only people like you are worthy of the name of a knight!"

As he spoke, the man lowered his head even deeper, as if he was really moved by Pavel's dedication and admired him.

As if... Still sneering, Pavel Dukasky raised his telescope again and stared at the battlefield not far away.

As the battle officially entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat, the smoke permeating the trenches and fortresses began to dissipate gradually, exposing the true movements of the two armies to each other: the raging Bolei Corps had advanced to the second line of defense, one trench and another trench. Clean up the battlefield and squeeze the living space of the defenders of Slave Harbor.

The Storm Legion was also not to be outdone, relying on small fortresses to form cross firepower and encirclement nets, constantly defeating the vanguard of the Bolei Legion, launching counterattacks many times, using shotguns and grenades to open the way, forcing the Mujahideen Army not to assemble too much at one time The frontal attack of the troops can only be a small group of skirmishers.

However, even if the commando besieging the fort is defeated, it is difficult for the defenders who do not have the advantage to regain control of the trenches. Once the counterattack is successful, they must withdraw quickly to avoid being surrounded by the opposite side.

In this state, the two sides repeatedly saw and saw around the trenches, and the stalemate; if there was no accident, the battle would probably continue until the night without any change, and the Bolei Legion temporarily closed the end.

if…

The expressionless Pavel swept his gaze to the right flank of the battlefield, and from a distance he could see a yellow-gray smoke rising, interspersed towards the side and rear of the defender's position.

And long before the smoke was rolled up, violent vibrations had already appeared on the battlefield.

"This, this, this... what's going on?!"

The congressman hiding in the headquarters clung to the rifle in his arms, stammering and crying like he was dumbfounded, "How could they suddenly emerge from here? Could it be that the people in front have already..."

"shut up!"

Alexey growled irritably, and picked up the rifle on the ground; the surrounding Storm Legion soldiers also got up, tacitly kept quiet, and waited for the commander's order.

No need for anyone's explanation, the experienced ones already understood the situation the first time they noticed the sound: the enemy dispatched an elite small group of troops to bypass the front, trying to attack directly from the flank and reverse the deadlock.

As for how to complete the rapid maneuver without cavalry troops, and how to successfully avoid the eyes of the reconnaissance troops, it is no longer important at this moment.

"Everyone in the shooting army is loaded, and in five minutes, they will be assembled at the previously scheduled location and set off to meet me!"

Alexei said solemnly to the officers: "The skirmishers will continue to stay at the headquarters, make sure not to let the militia not get out of their way. If the situation is critical, the front will be supported as soon as possible."

After several days of fierce battles, Alexei and the entire defending army have completely mastered the terrain around the Slave Port, and the opponent's attempt to circumnavigate the back is completely within his expectations - just need to give an order, the soldiers will Know where to assemble and how to stop enemy forces.

"Remember, you must persevere. If you persevere, we can wait for reinforcements!"

"clear-!!"

The thunderous shout made the panicked congressman fall directly from the chair to the ground, staring blankly as Alexei walked out of the trench with a confident face; soon, a team of shooting troops with live ammunition appeared behind him, The trot trot followed closely behind the second infantry commander.

Accompanied by violent vibrations, the black smoke and dust hit the position like a surging wave; when the smoke cleared, four cavalry guns appeared in front of the shooting army.

"Everyone - get down!"

In the eager shouts, several firelights exploded on the position one after another, and countless rubble and rubble raged in the heat wave. The soldiers of the shooting army who could not dodge were directly engulfed by the firelight, and turned into stumps and minced meat everywhere in the trench. splash.

Alexei, who had no time to think about it, could only lie down in the bunker, the explosions and the screams of the soldiers continued to ring in his ears, and the violently vibrating ground was like a heavy hammer beating gongs and drums, tormenting his whole body. bones.

Who would have thought that when the opposite side lacked firepower and could not complete the attack from the front, they could still use the entire four cavalry artillery as the last killer of the siege?

With rapid and uninterrupted explosions, the main force of more than 1,000 Levents, hiding in the rear of the cavalry guns, began to advance towards the position, pushing the empty carriages ahead as cover.

At this time, as long as Alexei still has a cannon that can fire loudly, these "shield cars" are the best living targets. If you are lucky, a 12-pound shell can hit a company of 100 people; However, if the opponent dared to do this, it was obvious that he had not even a single shell left on hand.

Facing the enemy who seemed to have settled on him, Alexei's expression was twisted to the extreme, but he could only wait for the enemy to advance to a position of nearly a hundred meters, and then immediately issued a bayonet charge. Order.

He is very clear that this will definitely cause more casualties, but he can't bear the risk of letting the enemy enter the position - not rushing to stop the line before the enemy makes a move, and blocking the firing range of the cavalry artillery makes him dare not act rashly, and it is empty. The large rear and the timid slave port militia could not withstand a few rounds of shelling.

"Wow wow wow wow wow...!!"

Almost at the same time as the order was given, the shooting corps, whose morale had not been affected by the shelling, decisively rushed out of the trenches and charged at the incoming enemy with their rifles, which were more like long axes than firearms. Fight on.

In the face of the indigenous warriors killed by Wuyang, the experienced main force of Lewente quickly gathered up the formation, besieged the city one by one with a hollow square of 100 people, and the bright bayonet spread out like a steel hedgehog. ; At the same time, the positions of several square arrays are staggered to form cross fire, and the cavalry guns in the rear row have reserved a not too narrow range of fire.

Even if it is the infantry that the empire does not value the most, the private soldiers of the Levant family are definitely well-trained. The Halloween army is indeed the most powerful group.

However, they soon discovered that the group of indigenous slave warriors in front of them seemed to be a little different from the group they encountered in Straw Town before...

"boom-!!"

A neat roar resounded like thunder, and there were bursts of mourning in the dense phalanx of the jihadist army.

With a bayonet in hand, the jihadist soldier kneeling on one knee remained in disbelief, half of his cheeks were dyed red by the blood of his comrades, and he was stubbornly facing the opposite direction, which was blocked by gunpowder smoke.

The smoke dissipated, and what came into view were two rows in front, one behind, neatly arranged, with black holes still smoking from the muzzles.

Those natives...the beast slaves who are used as slave warriors...are able to form a neat line formation and fire in an orderly manner? !

As if seeing the most incredible thing in his life, the jihadist soldier was stunned for a few seconds; until he heard the panicked shouts of his companions and the scolding of the commander's orders, he hurriedly stood up and found that everyone was The same shock as myself, the same inability to keep calm.

But the shooting army on the opposite side will not.

"Second round of shooting in columns, all have-"

In front of the dense line, Alexei slowly raised the saber in his right hand. The golden-red flame was like some kind of liquid, spreading from the grip of the knife to the tip of the knife. From a distance, it looked like an extremely dazzling lighthouse.

Then... it fell sharply.

"put!"

"boom-!!"

The earth-shattering sound of gunfire pierced through the sky again, sweeping towards the jihadist army that was still in tight formation on the opposite side like thunder.

In order to reduce the amount of operation, Alexei did not let the shooting army stand and shoot according to the Clovis military system, but squatted in the front row, kept standing in the back row, and reciprocated the operation of shooting one row and loading the bombs in one row, which is the most simplified version. platoon of guns.

And even this operation is due to the simplicity of shooting army weapons: just swing the gun body, put the paper shell into the barrel and lock it, you can fire and shoot, not to mention crouching, even if you lie on the ground. Affect the operation; the only problem may be that the seal of the bolt is extremely poor, a lot of gun smoke will be sprayed directly on the soldier's face and there is a risk of explosion, resulting in low effective range and accuracy; but all in simple operation and In front of the amazing rate of fire, it is not a disadvantage!

What precision, what distance, whoever can hit the third buckshot when the enemy fires the first shot, whoever can win the battle - this is what Alexei is thinking now.

The miscalculated jihadist army also quickly formed a formation and shot at the shooting army, but they had been under the hail of bullets for a long time. They could not keep calm and pull the trigger, and the accuracy of each shot was greatly reduced.

As the first-mover advantage that was caught off guard on the eve of the battle was gradually lost, the figure of the shooting army was also falling down in the opposite gunfire and artillery fire; but the indigenous warriors were still like emotionless machines. Bounce the reincarnation of the fire and smash the ammunition on the body to the opposite side.

Finally... the jihadist army who couldn't bear the casualties first launched a bayonet charge; the expressionless Alexei raised the blazing long knife again, and the shooting troops behind him also turned around to strengthen their bodies, their palms clenched still hot. The barrel of the gun revealed a cold axe blade ready to attack.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty...

"Clang-!!"

The sound of the impact of the sharp blade exploded in the air, and the bright bayonet plunged into the chest of the shooting soldier.

But there was no joy on the faces of the soldiers of the jihadist army line, because the blood-stained beast slave did not stop crying, but gave himself a grinning smile, raised his battle axe in both hands, and "gently" knocked on his own. skull.

And this is not even an isolated case.

One after another shooting army mercilessly brandished axe, charging with the bayonet of the Mujahideen army, and also squeezed into the crowd; with the chilling sound of collision and tearing, they smashed heads and broken bones. Tear flesh, open chest...

Perhaps the bayonet's killing efficiency is higher, and perhaps the shooting army is at a disadvantage in terms of casualty ratio... But when the comrades in arms were seen dead one by one, the elite Levant private soldiers gradually began to shake.

When the sky gradually darkened, the Bolei Legion, which had never been able to break through the blocking of the shooting army, had to give up the attack and gathered back to the first line of defense that had been occupied; Keshay also did not organize the pursuit, and silently retreated to the position, leaving only a small number of elites to clean the battlefield, collect the bodies of his own people, and especially important guns and ammunition.

And just when Alexei thought that today would come to an end just like the previous blocking battle, the line commander, Marcus, suddenly found himself quietly, claiming to have caught a guy who ran to surrender.

"Devotion?"

The commander of the second infantry looked at the figure in front of him with a strange expression. He lowered his eyebrows to pleasing the eyes, timid, and was full of ingratiating smiles. Where have I seen it, but one thing is certain:

"You... have you ever been to Beluga Port?"

"Your memory is good, I guessed it so quickly." The man smiled as if to please: "Introduce myself, my name is Carin Jacques, I am an ordinary, very ordinary apprentice priest of the Ring of Order."

"As you can see, I'm not some unlucky **** who came to surrender from the jihadist army on the other side, it's just a fake identity I use to facilitate access to you - if you insist on what I do, it's probably... a middleman in a big business. Bar?"

Alexei: "...A proxy?"

"You can understand that, but I'm not only the opposite, but also your agent." The trainee priest bowed respectfully: "The purpose of my visit is to help the two parties to set up a good business. ."

"A...a win-win...big business!"