I Will Be The Crowned King

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"Believe it or not, it was a very thoughtful decision I made to have Miss Paulina Frey as the negotiator."

Looking at the chief of staff with confusion written all over his face, Anson shrugged indifferently, biting the pipe he just lit and puffing out the clouds: "There are many candidates who are suitable for negotiation, but there are very few who are more suitable than her... "

"Etc., etc……"

Quickly interrupting Anson, who was talking to himself, Carl glanced at Fabian and the little secretary beside him, paused and gritted his teeth, "No!"

"wrong?"

"It's not that - it's the one from the beginning!"

"In the beginning?"

"It's the part of negotiating with Yangfan City, why?"

"Negotiate with Yangfan City..." An Sen paused, frowning slightly:

"Am I not clear enough?"

"What did you say?"

Carl rolled his eyes: "You only said you wanted to negotiate, and you didn't explain why!"

"Such a simple thing, I thought there was no need to explain it at all!" Anson was very shocked:

"With our relationship, is it necessary?"

"It is necessary, it is necessary!"

Carl resisted the urge to hit someone: "If you don't say it, how will we understand why?"

"Uh... what the chief of staff means is that although we understand in our hearts, we still need some written explanation from you." Fabian glanced at the corner of the room and added solemnly beside him:

"After all, there are five thousand people in the Storm Division, and not everyone - or almost no one - can understand your grand plan, Commander-in-Chief."

"really!"

The little secretary who slowly retracted his gaze immediately raised his head and stroked his chest, expressing reconsideration.

"Explain? I don't even know what to explain..." An Sen shook his head and spread his hands helplessly:

"Our goal is to take out Bernard's imperial army and capture Sail City, right?"

The three nodded in agreement.

"Which of these two goals is first?"

Still not waiting for the other party's answer, Anson gave the answer directly: "It must be the capture of Sail City - without the base camp, Bernard and his army will be dead!"

"Right now, Sail City is only independent, and Louis Bernard has become the governor of Sail City; but this is not enough, they have to join us on their own initiative, otherwise even if Bernard is eliminated, the trouble will just change the opponent. "

"Still an old opponent." Carl couldn't help but complain:

"Well, even if you're right, why is Paulina Frey the perfect candidate?"

"Even? What I said was very reasonable!"

The corners of Anson's mouth rose, and he exhaled a near-perfect smoke ring: "It's very simple, there are not many candidates suitable for negotiating with Louis Bernard and the liberals in the city, and it's easy to come out with an exclusion method."

"First of all, I definitely can't do it myself. Excluding the identity of the Clovis officer 100% will arouse the vigilance of the liberals on the opposite side. A commander-in-chief of the Clovis army represents the Confederacy. And puppets' wrong guesses."

Of course, there is another important reason, and that is Freya - this Elf Queen of Iser has sworn that she will kill herself if they meet again; although Luiken will block it, this kind of thing involving personal safety is still Caution is better.

Carl's eyes moved, barely holding back.

"This also excludes all officers of the Storm Division and can only be selected among the top Confederates." Anson snapped his fingers:

"Remove the one who is on the wall, the one who has no sense of existence, the one who is spineless, the one who is not level... Paulina Frey, she is the best candidate, or there is no choice at all."

No one denies this point. All of you here are clear about the heroes and heroes of the top level of the Free Confederation.

Instead of letting these people do bad things, it is better to send someone with a suitable identity and obediently obeying orders to be responsible for the negotiation - although Carl still despises Anson's use of the little girl as a tool person, but it is also a matter of sympathy. Have a strong immune system.

However, even if there is a suitable candidate, it does not mean that it will be 100% successful. There is still a very urgent problem that must be solved.

"How do you plan to let her meet Louis?"

Carl raised his brows and pointed out the window with the cigarette **** in his right hand: "The scout reports that Bernard and his army have completely surrounded the entire Sail City, including the shores that can be landed outside the city - after all, there are A lesson from the past, how can we pass the blockade of the 10,000-strong army?"

"More than ten thousand people?"

"This is also the information I just got!" The little secretary quickly said:

"A large number of young and young laborers that Bernard Morwis plundered from Grey Dove Castle were filled into the army to fill the vacancies, and the total strength was almost restored to about 13,000 to 4,000 - of course, firepower and training. Compared to before, there must have been a significant decline.”

"But that's more than 10,000 people. The most important thing in the siege battle is the crushing of troops."

Carl took over the topic: "How do you let a little girl pass through the defense lines and outposts of the Imperial Army without being discovered by the opposite side?"

"It's very simple, we attack from the front to attract Bernard's attention; then find a guard who can absolutely protect her through the blockade and 100% will not be found."

Anson wrote lightly, his eyes swept across the faces of the three people in front of him one by one, and then fixed in the corner of the room.

The three people with different expressions all cried out in their hearts at the same time, and tacitly turned their heads in the direction of his line of sight, their slightly stiff eyes fixed on the petite figure.

With a toothless smile, Talia, who was wearing a long sapphire blue dress, got up from her seat, raised the skirt and saluted.

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North of Yangfan City, besiege the position.

Inside the smoky headquarters, the air smelled of a strong mix of alcohol and rot; the room was a mess, with overturned wine bottles everywhere, mountains of ashtrays, scattered papers and flies covered with worms. The dinner plate and the map on the table were also scribbled into a ball.

Bernard, who was naked and only covered in a blanket, slumped on the chair, staring at the darkness in front of him with drunken eyes, holding a bottle of gin at the bottom of the bottle in his left hand, and the pipe at the corner of his mouth had long since been extinguished.

The day after the siege began, he woke up from a coma and locked himself in the room; all the battle deployment and command were discussed by the officers themselves, and then he was the chief minister. issued in the name of .

It's over, it's over.

If it was a strategic faux pas to say that Ed Levant’s mission to the North Sea Three Kingdoms failed and that he could not attack the Clovis people from the east and west at the same time was just a strategic faux pas, then the death of the emperor’s envoy and the capture or even sinking of the battleship Green Dragon would be a bolt from the blue!

This kind of thing can't be hidden... Even if Anson Bach on the opposite side knows the seriousness of the problem and deliberately hides it, it can only be delayed until the end of the year, when the emperor will still know - that is a battleship, and the entire empire together will only have A two-digit main battleship, not a small sampan!

The emperor will not give him any more chances for this "criminal minister", and justifiably use his own head to punish the Morwis family who has become more and more arrogant recently; the Roland and Bernard families will laugh at his overreaching and show the emperor once again Their strong influence in the colony.

Bernard, a name full of humiliation, will be completely removed from the Morwis family's genealogy; the adjacent ward will comfort their children, and then logically take away the territory and family property that originally belonged to him.

Those officers were still clamoring, as if the situation could be salvaged by taking down Sail City and turning defeat into victory.

They simply don't understand that this war is no longer a problem that can be solved by a sailing city or even a few colonies.

Ed Levant is one of the direct bloodline and important heirs of the "Wind Knight". His death will inevitably attract the attention of the Levant family and even the ruling knights behind him. Whether he wants to or not, the emperor must give an account. !

I exhausted my energy and tried my best to confine the whole conflict to the inside of the new world, and even prepared to give up two or three colonies to reduce the scale of the situation; Doing things with tricks to make the situation develop towards a situation where no one can end it.

If it is understandable to say that the enemy does this, then these so-called "subordinates" and "allies" make people hate it and feel that the enemy is better.

He is thinking about rebellion all the time, deceiving his boss every minute and every second, and using his own name to do various things and sabotage his carefully formulated deployment plan.

Well now, I don't have to worry about these things anymore - because it's all going to hell!

The storm that stirred the entire turbulent sea has long been brewing, and everyone, including the **** **** Anson Bach, cannot be spared!

The more he thought about it, the more angry Bernard picked up the bottle and drank it, then threw it out with all his strength.

"boom!"

The bottle with the scent of gin shattered under his feet, and the broken glass **** cut several wounds on his calf, rejuvenating his almost completely numb body. To see clearly the furnishings in the room.

Even if it was close to collapse, Bernard had a clear understanding of the war outside. Through the information brought in when the messengers delivered wine every day, he reached the final conclusion during the rare sober time before getting drunk.

Sail City, it's over.

Judging from the comparison of the strengths of the two sides, the traitor Louis Bernard and Sado still owns Sail City, the city with the most complete defense facilities in the New World. Purging the loyalists through the rebellion has ensured internal unity and indeed gave them some advantages.

In addition, although they don't want to admit it, both of them are very good commanders, and their military level is enough to crush the junk snacks under their command; as long as they are arranged properly, it is not difficult to gain the upper hand.

But there is no war in this world that can be won purely by one or two commanders; the key to victory or defeat depends on the opinions of most people on both sides.

Yangfan City has a complete city defense, but after all, it is not a fortress but a city, and it has many weaknesses; and a city under siege cannot be 100% able to block the attack forever under a strong attack, and there is no reinforcement. It is only a matter of time before it falls.

In comparison, although his subordinates are stupid, both the total number and the training level of individual soldiers are far higher than the opponent's; plus the abandonment of Grey Pigeon Castle, the final destination, everyone understands that they can't beat the sailing city. It was almost over, and the morale was extremely high.

It will be a matter of time before Yangfan City falls.

The only force that can turn the tide of the battle is...

"boom!"

With the sudden sound, a dazzling white light slammed into the door of the headquarters; it took nearly a minute for Bernard, who narrowed his eyes, to see the figure hurried in after barely getting used to it.

"Sir, something happened!"

The messenger, sweating profusely, was lying on the table, and almost wrote "It's over" on his forehead, without a trace of blood.

"Well, don't say it, let me guess."

Lazily slumped on the chair, the corners of Bernard's mouth, which smelled of alcohol, raised slightly on his flushed cheeks: "This time... it should be the reconnaissance cavalry who discovered Clovis or the colonial traitors, from their mouths or Or through the surrounding intelligence, I found that their army is approaching from Grey Dove Castle to Sail City, right?"

"what?!"

The messenger opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened: "How, how do you know?!"

"Nonsense, of course I know... burp!" Bernard snorted coldly, burping a wine burp by the way.

Counting the time, if that guy Anson Bach really wanted to join forces with Sail City to attack him, it would almost be time to set off from Grey Pigeon Castle; but it's really efficient to be able to calm down the "mines" he planted for him so quickly. Amazing.

"Tell me, how many troops did they send out?"

"Uh... the specifics are not very clear." The messenger did not dare to neglect:

"But according to the report of the captives, they claim to be a large army of 30,000 troops. They are divided into two groups, and they are marching towards Yangfan City from the north and east at the same time, and the rest do not know."

"Thirty thousand?! Ha!"

Bernard laughed outright - he didn't believe that a mere Clovis Colony garrison commander, plus a group of rabble, could make up an army of 30,000 to attack him.

Even if it was more than 30,000 pigs, half of them would starve to death if they went to Yangfan City!

"Pass my order, the whole army is assembled, ready to warmly welcome Anson Bach and his army of 30,000~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The drunk Bernard slowly stood up, and said solemnly with an extremely confident tone:" Tell those cowards that in one day, I can reduce this '30,000 army' by two-thirds, or even three-quarters! "

"Yes!"

The messenger shouted loudly, but did not turn around and leave immediately; his trembling eyes slowly moved down like a magnet attracted by it.

"Huh?" Bernard raised his eyebrows:

"Anything else?"

"Uh...that." The messenger swallowed his throat and wanted to speak, but he had no choice but to point his finger down.

The confused Bernard looked in the direction he was pointing, and his thigh, which was cut by the glass slag, had already left a pool of dark red on the ground - and it was still deepening.

The next second, a heart-wrenching howl blew up most of the military camp.

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