I Will Be The Crowned King

Lawrence Igor was stunned, completely stunned.

As a senior general, or an "old antique" who was already old and waiting to retire, but was temporarily used by the emperor as the commander of the advance army, his rich experience made certain stereotypes of war appear in his mind.

For example, there should be enough reserves at all times to ensure continuous follow-up offensives after the breakthrough; for example, attacking a heavily guarded fortress or position without artillery support is basically equal to courting death.

In Lawrence's thinking, these all belong to the instinct of a qualified commander, and belong to the "rules of the game" of the sand table of war-even a young commander with no experience and no experience can fail to abide by these rules. Soldiers with rifles were thrown directly onto the battlefield, launching a full-scale offensive regardless of priority.

When he learned that the North City Gate had fallen, General Lawrence, who was furious on the surface, was actually still emotionally stable and didn't care.

Because in his established impression, this is at most the stinky fish and rotten shrimp on the opposite side, taking advantage of the rainstorm weather, and his peripheral defenders were "negligence" for a while, allowing them to "accidentally" break through the city gate defense line - as long as they can seal it in time Blocking the defense line, these 3,000 people are the turtles in the urn, and they are actively seeking death.

Even if the enemy's main offensive force can be completely wiped out, and the opposing commander captured or killed, the surrounding enemies are likely to be scattered; even if it is not, their fronts will definitely be huge vacancies and chaos.

You can take the opportunity to capture the Green Valley and get through the bridgehead to Aiden and Mist!

As a result, when he was "emotionally stable" and just walked into the headquarters, before he could sit firmly, he was almost knocked out by a series of news that could not be worse.

"The defenders at the North City Gate have been completely wiped out, and the enemy's main force of about 3,000 to 4,000 people is making a rapid breakthrough along the city's main road; our army is trying its best to delay, but with little success."

Amid the gloom and gloom, the monocle-wearing Luther Igor reported tremblingly to the shocked Lawrence Igor:

"The artillery batteries on the east and west defense lines have lost contact, and they are suspected to have been surrounded by the main force of the enemy. We can only preliminarily judge by the firepower and the sound of the artillery that the positions have not fallen yet, and the defenders of the artillery batteries are still resisting..."

"According to the reports of the scouts and some of the troops that moved in quickly, after the main enemy troops entered the city, they began to burn, kill and loot in the peripheral slums, causing serious danger to the safety of life and property of the citizens of Carindia Port... A large number of thugs joined the enemy army. , growing in the warehouses and outposts within the besieged city..."

"The location of the Eighth Infantry Regiment was besieged by the main force of the enemy, and the grenadier company directly under the regiment had been wiped out! The regiment commander Cypher was killed, and the battalion commander of the second battalion requested support under the cover of the guards. "

"There seems to be a riot in the noble district of the city, and the logistics department requested to send troops to suppress it immediately! All our army's main logistics warehouses are located in the noble district. Once they are controlled by the rioters, the consequences..."

"The defenders on the side of the main road, the 7th and 6th Infantry Regiments suffered heavy casualties! They only have a very small number of three-pounder and six-pounder infantry guns and cannot effectively suppress the enemy's main attack. Please provide support immediately? Otherwise... "

"The messenger reports? The three infantry regiments have all been assembled, but all have no weapons due to hasty preparations; but there are thugs who are suspected of rioting near the warehouse? Can't provide them with the necessary weapons... General? General? Father?! Military doctor! Where is the military doctor, what are you doing here? Go to the military doctor! Military doctor!"

... When Lawrence woke up from the coma with black eyes, he was stunned for a while? It took a whole minute to figure out the current situation: "How many troops do I have now?"

"Almost five infantry regiments!" The trembling Luther Lawrence looked at his father cautiously: "But three of them haven't gotten it yet..."

"enough!"

Lawrence, who interrupted by raising his hand, shouted sharply: "Immediately send an infantry to support the surrounded Eighth Corps, and then let them block the main enemy forces on the main road!"

"The remaining one took the other three unequipped infantry regiments to suppress the riot, and stopped by the warehouse to receive equipment - tell them, bypass the main front of the enemy army? Do your best to take down the north gate? Just recover the north gate. That's it!"

It took him five minutes to finally figure out what had just happened from his son's flustered report that there were "main forces of the enemy" everywhere.

Obviously, something must have happened on the opposite side, making his opponent decide to launch a full-scale attack in a desperate bid? He intends to use a quick attack to take advantage of his own delay and take the Port of Carindia in one go.

Such a reckless style of play is indeed powerful? But it proves that the enemy has given up the follow-up offensive, and all the troops are pressed on the first round of attacks.

As an experienced general? Lawrence now has full confidence in judging that his opponent is a young man with little practical experience at all? And only young people who do not pretend to understand or even really think they understand? Behaving like a gambler at a disadvantage.

Such a desperate way of playing? Even if he can really win a partial victory, he will definitely suffer heavy casualties; and such a commander should not say whether his army, which is almost dead and wounded, can keep the spoils he won; how should he pay for it? The hugely sacrificed soldier continues to obey his orders willingly?

In fact, Lawrence is no stranger to this kind of young man, and even likes this kind of "pretentious" guy very much - this kind of person is generally somewhat capable, at least much better than some idiots who can't even execute orders. .

What's more, they generally do not resist the "big task" -- the culprit -- and even express infinite gratitude to themselves.

It's really not a good feeling to let others take the blame, and others worry about whether they can carry it well... just like now.

For example, now, the opponent breaks the common sense and forcibly launches a general attack, breaking through his most important peripheral defense line, but there is still a difference between breaking through the defense line and overcoming the defense line... At least until now, the enemy has only broken through his own defense line, and cannot conquer it. Positions and artillery fortified with heavy firepower and elite infantry.

Of course, if we can't make a breakthrough as soon as possible and get in touch with the fort defenders, these isolated strongholds will still fall one by one... After all, the ammunition will be exhausted, and no matter how elite troops are, it is impossible to face several times of enemy siege. Hold on too long.

Lawrence intends to do both.

First of all, he has to plan a counter-offensive. If the opponent is just a group of lunatic thugs who are not afraid of death, then he will re-block the North City Gate to surround and annihilate the main force of the enemy that is constantly advancing.

If they remember that they are an army, then organize a breakout and withdraw the troops from the outer positions and batteries.

Judging from the current situation, it seems unrealistic to rely on the two infantry divisions of the advance army to defend the entire port of Carindia while suppressing the riots in the city. Still more than enough, enough to block the opposite lunatic.

All that remains is to defend the front and wait for the storm to end, or the return of the Empire's vast soil fleet to defeat the morale-depleted enemy with heavy casualties.

As long as the fleet can arrive in time, relying on naval guns to cover several rounds of firepower is enough to defeat a group of scumbags with no artillery, lack of follow-up reinforcements and supplies, and low morale.

"All in all, everything has to wait until the fleet arrives. As long as the fleet starts to attack from the port, everything will be fine - before that, all we have to do is to defend the port, do you understand?!"

"As ordered!"

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When the Empire's advance army was bleak, Renault's side also began to show as the battle became intensified.

One word to describe his current mood is chaos.

Incredible chaos!

If Leno could still maintain roughly control over the entire army when he ordered the war, then when the northern city gate was breached, the only troops he could command would be the main force to attack the city; The more intense it is, the more the troops are scattered, and there are fewer and fewer troops in hand.

When it was one third of the way forward, except for the guards sent to him by his father, Grand Duke Aiden, he, the 10,000-strong army commander, had become a bare commander.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the imperial people on the opposite side do not seem to realize this, and the morale is so low that as long as the gunshots are heard on the opposite side, these defenders will be "disbanded" at the fastest speed, and it is very considerate. He left his weapons to the attacking Far Land Legion.

Then Lenore realized that the "Empire Elite" opposite him was 80% the same as Anson Bach's "Carindian Legion" - but compared with the stingy Deputy Commander, the Imperial Advance Army was obviously more "" Generous", at least with uniforms and weapons.

This surprising discovery made Reno mixed with joy and sorrow. He was happy that there was a group of friendly troops on the opposite side that were even more rotten than his own. He was worried that no matter how bad the army was, it was also an army. Just a teacher.

This was their only chance, if the rainstorm continued...it wouldn't even take a few days, and the soft ground on the periphery of the front would turn into a swamp that suffocated everyone; Imperial artillery didn't even need to aim, just keep the line of fire fixed Within the range of the swamp, they can kill half of them.

Therefore, no matter how chaotic the fight was, Reno didn't dare to stop; he had to keep attacking, keep attacking, so that the opponent didn't have the slightest room to breathe.

Relying on the unorganized, undisciplined, and poorly equipped corps of the vast soil, in a head-to-head battle, it is absolutely impossible to beat the imperial line phalanx of the same force - this is why Claude Francois is so generous .

Moreover, Leno knew about this complex army under his command. If the attack on his side stopped, or even a little weaker, and he was still frantically besieging the enemy's position, the "loyal" Hantu soldiers would probably immediately Morale plummeted and the line collapsed.

Only those who still believe that they can win until the last moment are worthy of winning.

Therefore, he has already made a bet that he must make a final decision in the case of taking the best advantage, in order to have a glimmer of hope of victory.

As long as there is an attack, there is hope.

to win!

"Attack! Attack! Attack! For the glory of Hantu!"

In the thunderous sound of killing, Reno's hoarse cry penetrated the torrential rain.

The imperial privates who were defending their positions were stunned, and they were shocked to find that the Hantu people who were rushing forward were getting more and more crazy. Road to the port.

The rumbling of cannons rang out from behind, mixed with the thunder, and even through the rain curtain, you could even see the flashing light of the muzzle... Renault could probably guess that it was probably the enemy trying to retake the north gate that he had smashed open.

Once the city gate is captured, the enemy will begin to encircle and suppress the troops on the east and west sides of the city wall; with the equipment level of the Hantu Legion, the possibility of taking the heavily guarded forts and positions before being completely annihilated or defeated... infinitely close to zero .

But Leno can't control so much anymore, or even if he wants to, he can't control it. He can't get in touch with any army at all. He can only continue to attack with the army that has been scattered around him, and he must continue to attack. !

With one shot, the head of the imperial soldier who was facing him was blasted, and Renaud, who held the battle flag high, turned himself into a beacon in the rainstorm, and led the scattered troops around to continue to advance, and continued to advance along the main road.

Unconsciously, they have broken through to the market square of the entire Port of Carindia - this is the absolute city center of the entire city, and it is also a very important transportation hub, where the roads extending from the city gate into the city converge here, It then becomes a wider arterial road connecting the port.

As long as they win here, at least the Imperial Expeditionary Force can be completely suppressed in the front line of the port; even if they cannot win, it is at least equal to winning half of the Port of Carindia.

"So...how can I let you guys pass easily?"

Gently pushing down the monocle on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~Luther Lawrence looked at the shadowy figure in the rain; the violent storm was mixed with heart-piercing roars and screams, like a raging flood.

Behind him, three infantry regiments had already formed their formation behind the impregnable barricades, and pitch-black six-pounder infantry guns protruded from the gaps between the barricades and aimed straight ahead of the street.

"The artillery is in place, all ready-!"

The icy long sword was unsheathed, and Luther, who was standing with the sword, shouted angrily.

As the eldest son of the commander-in-chief of the advance army, he used to be a staff officer to avoid suspicion.

Today, he will use the blood of Hantu people to write his pride.

The glory that belongs to Lawrence Igor will come to a successful end here, and the glory that belongs to Luther Igor will begin here.

"Five hundred meters, shotgun - fire!"