I Will Be The Crowned King

Pushing open the door that was unlocked at all, stepping through the completely rusted barbed wire and half-person-height weeds, Anson and Allen walked towards the inside of the factory.

According to the person in charge sent by the Railway Committee, a middle-aged man who looks like a second-hand housing agent, the factory was built in 1997. The factory warehouse is spacious and well-designed, and the staff dormitory is well ventilated and space-saving. , has the most advanced water and gas pipeline system in the Kingdom of Clovis, the factory is still intact two years after bankruptcy, and it can be put into use immediately after a little cleaning.

Standing on a wasteland comparable to a wild jungle, looking at the three gray-white brick houses on the horizon that were comparable to a deserted village, An Sen once again deeply understood what it means to "believe the words of an intermediary".

Although the entire station "greatly does not match the propaganda", it does not matter to the emerging Storm Corps; the barracks itself does not need to be very comfortable, if the church and the Franz family are not rich enough, Anson would rather invest the budget for the maintenance of the station on weapons For equipment, buy two more light artillery imported from the Empire.

Even this state is in line with his "expectations" - such a factory is broken down, and as long as it is a little disguised with scaffolding or the like, no one can imagine that it is actually a military camp.

Considering that even if there is a sufficient army of officers, it will take at least three months for recruits from training to initial formation; this means that for the next three months, Anson can avoid the surveillance of the guards and the Church of Order. The order, to avoid the "big plan" of the black mage... Hide in a military camp that no one knows about, practice safely and comfortably, and hone your magic and blood power by the way.

After three months, the mastery of the power of blood can be further proficient, and the magic spell can at least steadily enter the second stage, and move on to the higher third stage, and at the same time, there will be a team of eight companies in hand. reinforcement group.

When you think about it, it's perfect!

Of course, with such a plan full of assumptions, flaws are inevitable; for example, a young lady who is keen on detectives and adventures, and often has amazing brains...

"What's your look like?"

Standing in the "former factory finance room" with only a table and a few chairs, which smelled of thick paint, in the Storm Corps headquarters, Miss Sophia Franz, dressed in a capable black men's dress, sat in the head of the regiment. In the position, followed by the cute and cute little maid Angelica.

The girl fiddled with the pocket watch in her hand, looked at the stunned Anson Bach with natural eyes, and threw the top hat to the little maid behind her, revealing long hair like a waterfall:

"Looking at you, it's like you're asking why I'm here. Don't you feel very rude to a lady with such an abrupt attitude?"

Looking at Sophia's slightly dissatisfied expression, Anson raised his head and glanced uncertainly at the secretary behind him.

After seeing Aaron shaking his head frantically to show that he didn't know anything, he turned his attention to Angelica again; the loyal little maid immediately avoided his sight and quietly stuck out the tip of her tongue.

"So... what is the purpose of your coming?" Anson had to ask.

"If I remember correctly, today is the day of the officers' interview, right?" Sophia straightened her waist, showing graceful curves in her smart gold double-breasted dress and close-fitting white shirt.

An Sen raised his eyebrows and asked unexpectedly, "Are you planning to participate too?"

"Of course not. You are the military chief of the Storm Corps. It is your right to hire and dismiss officers, and no one has the right to interfere - including me and me... the chief bishop of our Church of Order."

The slightly indifferent girl raised her head slightly, as if expressing a little fullness: "However, as the main investment and account manager of the Storm Corps, as an important personnel project such as the hiring of officers, I still have the right to watch it for the time being."

"Just watching?"

"Just watching." The girl increased her tone and hummed reservedly:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, although I don't understand the military, I haven't reached the point where I don't care about the world - words like 'nepotism' or 'walking the road' are not pleasant, but sometimes they are helpless for various reasons. lift."

"I can also understand that as a young officer rejected by the army, in order to gather officers who can run an army of 1,000 people, you must also exchange interests with various parties; so no matter what kind of officer you hire today, I will All can assure you in the name of the Franz family that there will be no interference."

So what's your purpose in being here today...by the sidelines for the sake of watching?

However, she is willing to face to face and promises that she will never interfere in the interview, which is also good news... right?

Looking at Sophia, who had a reserved expression but a sly lustre in her eyes, Anson felt that it was not so simple.

"Cough cough!"

At this moment, the little secretary standing behind An Sen took a half step forward, cleared his throat, and bowed slightly:

"Master Anson Bach, and Miss Sophia Franz... I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but it's time for the interview."

The girl who heard this frowned slightly and got up from the chair.

"So soon, is it all here?"

"The time we notified was exactly ten o'clock in the morning, and now it is ten thirty-thirty o'clock - according to the prior notice, they should be waiting for the interview in the factory outside the door." Allen glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, nodded and said:

"Thanks to the teacher Erich of the Wang Family Military Academy. Thanks to his help, we can let our people distribute flyers in the academy without hindrance; in return, he hopes that we can recruit as many officers of the Skirmish Division as possible. ."

Anson nodded, which is reasonable, not to mention that he himself came from the skirmish division:

"How many people in total?"

"A total of twenty-five people have submitted their resumes," Allen replied.

A little bit... An Sen frowned slightly, a regiment of a thousand people would need at least fifty officers to support it, and that was only half of it.

However, the battle on the front line is tight right now, and the scarcity of officers is normal.

"Give me your resume and let them all come in." Anson sighed.

"Yes."

Allen respectfully handed Anson a stack of resumes, turned around and pushed the door out.

But soon he pushed the door and came in again, with a strange expression on his smiling face.

"What's wrong?" Anson suddenly had a bad feeling:

"Did no one come?"

"No, it's not..." Allen forced a smile on his face:

"I think it's better for the two of you to come out and see for yourself."

Um?

Anson and Sophia looked at each other and looked at each other.

A minute later, the two who pushed the door and came out stood in the corridor on the second floor, looking at the crowd of people, the factory hall filled with countless heads and military uniforms, and finally understood why the little secretary had that expression.

"This this……"

Sophia with a stunned expression held her breath and looked at the dark figure under the stairs:

"How many people are there?"

"About one or two thousand..."

An Sen's expression was also not much better, and he glanced at the little secretary behind him in confusion: "Didn't you say there are only more than 20?!"

"There are only so many people who have submitted their resumes, but..." Allen glanced at Sophia, lowered his voice and approached Anson:

"It seems that because of the report of the 'Red Moon Town Victory', the frontline battle was lost and the news of heavy casualties spread among the graduates' circles."

"..." Anson Bach.

"What should I do?" A nervous Sophia turned her attention to Anson:

"Don't talk about one day with so many people, even a month can't finish the interview!"

Soon, someone in the hall noticed that there were several more figures on the stairs, and the originally quiet crowd immediately made a loud noise.

"Everyone - be quiet!"

With a thin and thin body, Alan stood on tiptoe at the entrance of the stairs, clinging to the railing and shouting down:

"Crowe Cathedral Vigilante, Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel - Sir Anson Bach is here!"

The voice fell, and the little secretary respectfully bowed sideways, leaving a space in the center.

Anson, who was silent for a moment, walked up to the stage and looked at the dark crowd with his hands behind his back and his eyes.

"Everyone... As the head of the storm group, before the interview officially begins, I think it is my responsibility to tell you two things."

The smiling An Sen cleared his throat and said calmly:

"First of all, although the pay level of the Storm Regiment is higher than that of the ordinary Royal Army, the work is also harder than the ordinary army - we only have three months to turn a group of homeless people who are not trained at all into trained recruits. "

"During this period, apart from basic salary, there are no perks, no vacations, no leave from the barracks for three months, no vacations granted unless incapacitated, and no visits for confidentiality reasons."

The voice fell, and the crowd under the corridor was silent, and there was no wavering in the eyes that looked at An Sen.

Anson, who didn't change his face, paused, then chuckled again and said:

"Secondly, the discipline of our army is stricter than that of the ordinary Wang family army: bribery, corruption, beating soldiers for no reason, taking empty wages, reselling supplies, impostors..."

"If the above charges are found once, they should be reported to the religious inquisition immediately; they will be shot or shot to death."

"The warriors who are ready, please register in the command room in ten minutes. I will be in charge of your interviews in person."

There was still silence in the silent hall.

With a slight smile, Anson, with his hands behind his back, turned and returned to the office under Sophia's astonished gaze.

………………

"what are you doing?!"

In the commander's room, which smelled of heavy paint, Sophia blurted out, stunned.

"What have I done?"

With a relaxed expression, An Sen pulled away the chair behind the long table, found a more comfortable position to sit down, and looked at the girl who was about to write shock on her face as if nothing had happened, and whispered to the secretary. , and then "Wow!" the little maid called out, gasping for air.

"What...that's what you should tell me!"

Looking at Anson's "innocent" expression, Sophia's face became even more ugly:

"Corruption and bribery, people who take empty wages and reselling materials will be shot to death... According to your standards, two-thirds of the officers of the Clovis Kingdom will be shot to death!"

"Also, report it to the Inquisition? Seeking Truth is a semi-independent organization and will not obey the orders of Clovis Cathedral. What should you do if something really happens?!"

"So tell me, where are you talking nonsense just now and what are you trying to do?!"

Facing the somewhat hysterical Sophia, Anson, who kept smiling the whole time, said nothing, and kept her sincere eyes on her until the girl calmed down a little.

"Are you finished?"

Anson said with a chuckle.

The dark-faced Sophia was silent, not wanting to talk to a certain liar at all.

"Ellen."

"exist!"

The nervous secretary replied immediately.

"Go out and see, are all the gentlemen in the factory hall still there?" An Sen said calmly:

"If they are still there, let them stop waiting and come in for an interview."

"Yes!"

The secretary who received the order was stunned and rushed out without looking back.

Looking at the door that was slammed open by Aaron who was running, the excited girl suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, and suddenly realized:

"Are you using this method to screen people?!"

Anson didn't speak, acquiescing to her guess.

"How much can be filtered out in this way?"

Sophia frowned slightly and sneered at the same time: "This kind of naive threat, as long as you think about it a little, it's not hard to guess that it's just a pretense, even a fresh graduate can't be so simple..."

"Lord Anson Bach, I brought them all in."

Before he finished speaking, the voice of the little secretary rang again outside the door. Dozens of scattered officers entered the room one after another, and arranged in an eight by eight in front of the long table according to their height and the military ranks on each other's shoulders. square matrix.

Sixty-four people, no more, no less.

Sophia's expression completely froze on her face.

The smiling Anson knocked on the table, got up with his hands behind his back and looked at the officers who were shortlisted for "one in a thousand":

"Everyone, congratulations on passing the interview. From today, everyone is a member of the glorious Stormtroopers; I know you have a lot to say and ask now, but you can wait and discuss them later."

"Please leave your resumes at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or those who do not have resumes can send them back later; I will officially announce everyone's positions at the officers' meeting in four working days."

"Now, as the supreme commander of the Storm Corps, I, Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach, announce to everyone my first order - all dismissed!"

The words fell, and the officers with different expressions looked at each other in dismay. After confirming that Anson was not joking, they filed out one by one.

In the empty command room, there were only the secretary and the little maid standing beside him embarrassedly, as well as Anson with a smile and Sophia with a frozen expression.

The entire storm regiment, the selection of officers from the 1,000-strong security army, is just... over?

"Oh, it's only twelve o'clock now."

Looking at the girl who hadn't recovered from the shock, An Sen, who raised his mouth slightly, took out his pocket watch, "Papa!" He opened the watch cover: "Miss Sophia, I know there is a nice cafe nearby, Right on Friedrichstraße."

"Before going back, are you interested in having a cup of coffee together?"