I Will Be The Crowned King

"why?!"

Louis was very shocked and puzzled.

"Because I'm the commander-in-chief of the expedition, because my deputy, Bernard, and your dear friend Arthur Hereid, both of whom are still west; because it's a collective decision of the entire corps, because we can't The expedition forces that launched the general attack were all pulled out of the battlefield..."

Kasper stared at Louis coldly: "I can give you ten thousand reasons, but none of them are the key; there is only one key...that is you, not the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, Louis Bernard."

"The man who bears all the responsibility for this war is Kasper Herrid... it's me!"

"But……"

"No but!" Casper interrupted him directly:

"I've made up my mind, and I won't let a young man change my decision so easily!"

The young knight who was blocked back tightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and his slightly trembling hands desperately supported the incomparably heavy body.

Looking at his obviously unconvinced eyes, the irritable old man with fierce eyes grabbed the handle of the gun around his waist; the next second, the dark muzzle directly pressed against Louis' forehead.

Feeling the biting cold, Louis closed his eyes in despair.

Then……

"Snapped!"

There was a burning pain from the top of his head, and Louie, who was startled, suddenly opened his eyes with a "Yeah!"

Holding the barrel backwards, Kasper with a mocking face came into his eyes.

"Why, do you think I will shoot you to death?" The irritable old man grinned, and his rugged yellow teeth showed a somewhat sinister smile:

"You're too unconfident in your own family - the heir to the dignified Bernard family, who dared to kill someone who said they wanted to kill?"

"I..." Louis suddenly had dry lips.

"I have to admit that you are a young man with great potential. I'm not surprised if you replaced the words just now with Bernard... Of course, it's impossible to say with his character." Casper paused, The expression was even more mocking:

"Instead of thirty years ago, I would have shot you, or deliberately sent you to die—a talented and good guy like you, as long as you live, is a scourge in the eyes of people like me!"

"But I'm eighty years old, and it doesn't matter to me if you are crowned emperor tomorrow; so let Bernard do the headache for you, and I won't interfere."

While laughing, Casper, holding the barrel of the gun, handed his pistol to Louis; the young knight, covering the wound on his head, stared at the irritable old man in a daze, and under the direction of the other's eyes, he held the gun tremblingly. handle.

"If I fail, or...you know...give it to Bernard and let him use my name to negotiate with the Clovis people on the opposite side." Casper suddenly said seriously:

"If that **** also ascends to heaven with me, you will negotiate with the Clovis people on behalf of the expedition as the heir to the Duchy of Edland."

"The conditions are open to the other party...Only one, you must take all the remaining living people, and all the dead people you can find... all taken back, brought back to the country."

After speaking, Casper turned and left, turned over and climbed onto his mount.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Louie shouted in a deep voice, trying to keep up with each other.

"You are very talented, Louis Bernard...but you still don't understand what 'commander' means." Casper, who was standing tall and straight, said without looking back:

"No matter how good an idea, no matter how perfect a plan, if it can't be put into practice, if it can't be fully understood by the soldiers under your command, or let them understand what they are going to do, it will be meaningless, even worse than a suicide charge. effective."

"There has never been a knight who can win a war by himself... A war is never a matter of one person."

He paused for a moment, clenched the handle of the saber at his waist, and looked at the battlefield in the distance with his dim yellow eyes, his eyes were still as firm as ever:

"Imperial Expeditionary Force - Advance!"

"Crush them!"

The long sword is unsheathed, like a thunder.

………………

The battlefield shrouded in gunpowder began to shake slightly with the sound of hoofs like a wave.

Directly in front of the valley, the Imperial Hussars and some cuirassiers who were originally responsible for covering the flanks began to leave their respective battles and gathered towards the rapidly advancing golden irises in the center.

From a distance, it looks like a rolling torrent that is rapidly converging.

Looking at the "cavalry wall" that was rapidly gathering in the smoke, An Sen frowned slightly.

Are they finally planning to break through?

In a sense, this is actually good news...because the reason why "forcibly breaking through" is regarded as a last resort option is because it will lead to an unimaginable collapse.

Except for a very small number of elites, the vast majority of the troops will lose their command and the system will be completely disintegrated.

This is the result Anson has been waiting for.

There is an obvious gap between the coalition forces and the Imperial Expeditionary Force in terms of combat effectiveness, and the comparison of forces is far from being crushed.

Considering that his own combat power is unlikely to be greatly improved in a short period of time, to achieve a decisive victory, in his view, at least three conditions must be met:

First, the expeditionary force is out of ammunition and food, or at least is about to run out; second, the enemy’s physical strength has declined severely and cannot support a long-term protracted battle. four times the strength of the army.

Only in this way can we ensure that the coalition forces really win...if there are no accidents.

And now is the chance!

It really came!

Anson turned his head sharply to look at Archduke Aiden beside him: "How long will it take for the Frontier Corps to reach the battlefield?"

"thirty minutes!"

Victor Emmanuel's face was full of uncontrollable excitement, so excited that his cheek muscles were shaking slightly: "Within 30 minutes, the Frontier Corps will assemble and stand by behind the central position... I swear!"

He couldn't not be excited... The opportunity to wipe out the Imperial Expeditionary Force is just around the corner, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As long as he wins this battle, even as a part of sharing the victory of the Clovis, his prestige will surpass that of Claude Francois.

A tragic defeat at the hands of the imperial people almost ruined the entire vast land; a most critical moment appeared and wiped out the incoming enemy.

Who is qualified to rule Hantu and who should be crowned king?

At a glance!

"I'll give you forty minutes." Anson's expression was very calm, and there was no excitement in the hope of victory:

"Forty minutes later, I want to see 20,000 soldiers make all preparations behind me, and after the order is given, the imperial expeditionary force that breaks through will be blocked in all directions... Can it be done?"

Archduke Aiden turned around in silence and strode away with a firm attitude - answering his question with action.

An Sen, who was looking at his back, slowly retracted his gaze, frowned and looked at the battlefield in front of him again, whispering to himself:

"My cousin Leon, I will help everything I can, and the rest is up to you."

At this moment, the "reflection" on the edge of his mind, he could already faintly see a few thorns and flower flags, which were rapidly advancing from the east to the battlefield.

Considering the number of opponents and the small number of troops in Hantu at present, this must be the reserve army of Barrenstone Castle; and with Anson's understanding of Carl Bain's character, he will not do such a military operation that is close to death. of.

Except for the missing Claude Francois, the only one who can take the army from the deserted stone castle to the front line is probably little Leon.

If the Francois family's army can appear at the last moment and play even a little role, it can save a lot of face for the previous fiasco.

Although Anson was a little "unkind" to the Francois family in the reconstruction of the Port of Carindia, he still had to pull it when it was time to pull it. Firm enough, much stronger than Aiden, who was going to jump left and right at the last moment.

In the roar of iron hoofs, the figures of the cavalry charging in the distance were clearly discernible.

"Everyone has it - gather the formation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to form six columns!"

Anson looked around and shouted loudly: "Forty minutes - within forty minutes, they must not be allowed to pass the position!"

With his roar, all the company soldiers on the position moved, and the officers' roars and curses completed the assembly at the fastest speed, forming a six-row bayonet wall.

In fact, if you want to face the cavalry, the three-row line or the hollow phalanx is the best choice to maximize the combat effectiveness; but considering the low training level of the Hantu Legion, the most basic column is more secure.

The roaring hoofs kept approaching, and looking at the "torrent" rushing towards him, there was a sense of suffocation in the dead silence.

"Three hundred meters - volley by column, fire!"

Like a blowing harmonica, the dense gun flames swept across the front row of the line from left to right, followed by the second row, the third row, the fourth row...

The scorching lead bullets roared round after round against the cavalry wall that was attacking from the front, just like the waves rolled up on the coast constantly sending huge ships like the sea, trying to stop it.

But it was destined to be futile.

In just a few seconds, the thick white gunpowder smoke had swept through the entire position, blocking the vision of the imperial cavalry; but it didn't matter anymore, they knew that there were only three or four thousand infantry in front of them. Specially formed a thickened six-row column.

Based on their previous experience in Dengdingyu and Barren Stone Castle, this level of defense could not even hold up to one round of impact!

Of course, that's what they thought.

The artillerymen of the Storm Division, who have been hiding behind the central position since the start of the war, have some "professional" objections to this.

"Artillery battery, reload the shotgun, and prepare for rapid fire in one minute—"

"Fire!"