I Will Be The Crowned King

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

At the northern city wall position, Knight Aiden howled hoarsely, waving his saber in his right hand like an epileptic, commanding the soldiers behind the wall and the barricade to shoot a continuous salvo, trying to block the frontal charge of the Storm Corps.

In the not-so-spacious city gate position, the golden-red gun flames continued to roar like thunder; the whole row of lead bullets pouring out from the gunpowder was full of oppression, "cleaning" the crater and rubble over and over again. , ruined streets.

Facing the sturdy barricade, the storm group that dropped a dozen corpses immediately stopped the frontal assault and began to look for bunkers in the surrounding streets.

And Aiden Knight, who successfully "repelled" the attack of the Clovis people, was not happy for too long... Just a few minutes later, the opposing Storm Corps began to fight back.

The dense gun flames and thick gunpowder were clearly visible even in the streets shrouded in the rainy night; accompanied by the crisp sound of the bolt and trigger, screams sounded one after another on both sides; the skull was pierced by lead bullets with a diameter of ten millimeters. The helpless wailing of soldiers with , torso and arms was quickly drowned out by the sound of rain and gunfire.

But the pale-faced Aiden Knight soon realized that there were significantly more screams on his side!

Not only did the Aiden Corps come out in full force, but in the face of only half of the regiment's defense line, the Storm Corps had an overwhelming military advantage, and because the entire infantry regiment was equipped with Leopold rifles, a few elite skirmishers and guards Even it is equipped with imported Borne... The minimum rate of fire is four rounds per minute, which is twice that of ordinary preloading steps.

In the anti-shooting stage, the firepower of a single soldier is twice that of the opponent, which means absolute firepower suppression!

So Knight Aiden was horrified to see that in front of the almost crazy firepower of the opposite storm group, the soldiers around him were rapidly attrition at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the heart-piercing screams came one after another.

"Damn it, isn't the artillery in place yet?!" The terrified Aiden knight howled:

"The **** Clovis people on the opposite side are about to rush into our face! Artillery support, where is the artillery support?!"

"Stop howling, save your energy!" The dusty-faced flag officer interrupted, planting the iron fist battle flag in the soil beside his feet, and aiming and shooting with the rifle in the hands of the corpse on the ground:

"There is no artillery support for a long time - the previous round of salvos that attacked the warehouse stronghold was the last reserve, and there was not even lead dross left in the ammunition box."

"But we still have enough propellant!"

Knight Aiden retorted somewhat hysterically: "Pull the cannon over, fill it with sand and lead bullets, and it can be used as a shotgun!"

"Yes, the premise is that you can convince the duke." The flag officer shook his head in disapproval:

"Those few are high-quality artillery imported from the empire at a high price. How could the Duke be willing to fill it with sand? What's more..."

Bowing his head to avoid a lead bullet that rubbed his scalp, the flag officer with blood on his temples suddenly lowered his voice and said, "What's more, where do you think the group of Clovis people on the opposite side came from?"

"Huh? You mean..." Knight Aiden with wide eyes took a deep breath:

"But... No way? We have more than 10,000 people, and we have seized the first move... No matter how hard the Clovis people on the opposite side can fight, it is impossible for them to be able to fight in such a short time..."

"The Iser elves in Eagle Point City thought so too, but they lasted less than a day and were all killed by the Clovis!"

"In short, no matter what the front line is like, we can't hold on for too long. If we fight like this, we will hold on for more than ten minutes at most, and we can't wait for reinforcements. So we should think about how to escape later..."

"boom!"

At the moment when the voice stopped abruptly, a cold lead bullet pierced through his eyebrows, the flag officer with blood on his face trembled slightly, his hands gradually losing strength let the rifle fall to the ground, and then his body was also planted in full. In the mud of rain.

Scarlet blood spread under his head, flowing freely in the rain.

The pale-faced Aiden knight was shocked, but he also knew that now was not the time to be in a daze. He had to find a way to retreat before the storm regiment tore through the defense line, and he didn't have to be held accountable by the duke afterwards.

But in the next second, he realized that he didn't seem to need to think about it.

When he instinctively looked towards the opposite side, his keen vision suddenly caught the black pillars that were "squeaking" and smoking, drawing beautiful arcs from the night sky...

In an instant, the agitated knight Aiden fell to the ground decisively, lying in the mud while hugging the flag officer's corpse to block his body, but his strong voice in the past let out a scream that even women couldn't match:

"Concealment! Hand - grenade - grenade -!"

"boom--!!!!"

The moment the voice fell, there was a deafening roar under the night sky; the golden-red firelight of the explosion illuminated the dark night, and the heat wave mixed with monoliths and gravel swept wantonly in the northern city wall position, ravaging all living beings within the blasting range.

Although there were barricades, and the soldiers basically hid in the bunkers for the first time, there were still some unlucky ones who were shredded by fragments in a round of explosions, or stunned by the air waves, in the trance and dizziness caused by the violent tinnitus. Stuck in a coma.

But Knight Aiden, who was lucky enough to survive this round of explosions, did not have much joy on his face, because after the explosion, there was still thick smoke billowing from the position, blocking the view of the entire northern city wall position.

They also put smoke grenades in the grenades? !

The harsh bugle and the screaming of the charge resounded through the sky, like a frenzy in the dark, rushing towards them!

"Damn!"

The unwilling Aiden knight clenched his teeth, got up from the ground with his saber and a gun at his waist, intending to perish with the enemy who rushed up.

Even if you want to die, you can't be cheap, you scumbags of Clovis!

The next second, Knight Aiden raised his head to see a thin figure tearing through the smoke, holding a revolver with an exaggerated barrel, leaping over the barricade and rushing towards him.

And at the moment when he was stunned, the exaggerated revolver roared at him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The moment he landed, Anson, with a ferocious face, kicked the Aiden knight, whose head was hit by a "dagger", to the ground, and fired three shots at the two Aiden soldiers who rushed forward.

Hundreds of Storm Troopers behind him had also torn through the enemy's line of defense, and, under the cover of explosions and smoke, charged into the position with bayonets with rifles, and fought with the bombed Aiden soldiers.

Accompanied by harsh gunshots, stray bullets flying around and the sound of bayonets piercing through the torso, the tragic hand-to-hand battle was officially staged.

The bullet pierced the head, the bayonet tore the flesh... In the disorderly melee, the Aiden, who had been smooth sailing before, felt for the first time the feeling of being crushed by the superior force in the hand-to-hand battle.

Even though most of them are elite veterans, no matter how good their skills and rich experience are in this kind of melee, they can't compare to having two more rifles with bayonets attached and ready to fire.

"Stay behind in a row and continue to clean up the trash! Others don't stop and entangle with the enemy, break through the defense line as soon as possible!"

The rushing Anson roared with all his strength, and shot the chest of the soldier in front of him with a backhand, trying his best to keep his voice from being covered by the sound of gunfire and fighting, so that it could reach the ears of every soldier:

"The target is at hand, and Duke Aiden must not be let go!"

"Chong, rush, rush for me!"

………………

"Duke, we must retreat!"

Inside the barracks tent, Matthias said eagerly, with a trace of panic mixed in his dignified face.

"retreat?"

Sitting in the chair, Duke Aiden sneered and seemed indifferent to the elf messenger's proposal:

"My army of more than 10,000 people is still fighting against the Clovis people, and it is possible to capture the warehouse stronghold at any time and drive out the opposing storm divisions... At this time, you let me retreat? No offense, but I really don't understand you. What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about something... Ansen Bach has already killed him!" Matthias looked at him in disbelief:

"You only have more than 300 defenders in the northern city wall - if you continue to wait like this, you will lose more than just a green valley and an army of more than 10,000 people!"

"So what?" Duke Aiden continued to sneer, with a trace of disdain in his eyes:

"Yes, I only have a guard of more than 300 people on the northern city wall, but how many people can Anson Bach bring? Four hundred, five hundred? He wants to run across the entire green valley to attack me, he How many people can there be around?"

"But even less is enough for him to break through the defense and kill you!"

The panicked Matthias roared while looking at the young duke in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Just a few minutes ago, he was more nervous than himself, but at this moment he calmed down, and there was a little sarcasm in his calm expression.

As if his sincere proposal sounded like a big joke to him.

"So you really don't know what war is, Your Majesty Matthias."

Looking at the anxious and puzzled elf messenger, Duke Aiden slowly restrained his sarcastic expression, and explained "patiently" to the other party:

"To put it simply, now Anson Bach and I are taking a gamble."

"gamble?"

Mathias was stunned, and he didn't understand.

"Simply put, he and I are betting on two things - the first is when the warehouse stronghold will fall, and the second is whether he can capture me in the shortest possible time." Duke Aiden said solemnly:

"You can only win this battle if you win two bets at the same time, otherwise it's just a costly draw - I explain it, do you understand?"

Mathias finally understood.

"You mean... Anson Bach won't kill you?"

"What's the use of him killing me?" Victor Emmanuel asked coldly:

"Only the living Duke of Aiden can stop the attack of the Aiden Legion of more than 10,000 people in the city and capture it without hesitation; otherwise, he will go to great lengths to traverse half of the green valley, is it just for the sake of one more head among his trophies?"

"What's more, this is Green Valley, not Eagle Point City. Even if you kill me and more than 10,000 Aiden soldiers at a huge cost, only the Carindians will get the most benefit-obviously, it will never be Anson. what Bach wanted."

"A Principality of Aiden that obediently bows its head and admits its mistakes and obeys the arrangement is more in the interests of Anson Bach and the Kingdom of Clovis."

Speaking of this, Duke Aiden couldn't help but sigh, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

Anson Bach didn't die, which was basically what he expected. After all, a commander with a heavy hand and a cautious character was not so easy to kill.

But what he never expected was that the other party would end the battle for the Green Valley in such an extreme way, and he would be able to walk across the entire northern city with a full infantry regiment, quietly touching his eyes. target exposed.

Anson Bach... how did he, a Clovis, get around in this strange city?

A traitor appeared in your own legion? Local Carindia rout? Or maybe there's a...spellcaster hiding beside him?

Of course, these are not important now; the only thing I can count on now, who has placed all the bets, is that only the Aiden Army can break through the defense line of the warehouse stronghold as soon as possible, so that I can regain a little bit.

But no matter what the result was, he had lost the battle of the Green Valley, and the rest was just a matter of losing more and losing less.

"Of course, there is no way to turn things around if you insist." Duke Aiden said suddenly:

"Right now, Anson Bach should still be exchanging fire with the defenders on the city wall. If there is an elf spell caster at this time, he will take advantage of the melee to kill the deputy commander of the Southern Legion..."

The bright-eyed Duke stared at Mathias meaningfully: "It is impossible to turn a defeat into a victory."

The elf messenger trembled:

"You mean... me?"

"Of course." Duke Aiden said quietly:

"Besides you, is there a second spellcaster in this tent?"

Hearing this, Mathias twitched his cheeks slightly.

Inside the tent, where the lights flickered and flickered, there was a silent silence.

"...It's just a joke~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Duke Aiden, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly smiled: "It's better for you and your elves to evacuate quickly, although there is only one small church in Green Valley, There is a high probability that there will be no people in the inquisition, but Anson Bach might notice it and use it to blackmail us - please don't get me wrong, just in case. "

Matthias had to nod slightly.

Although the Duke's tone was not polite, he was telling the truth - given the current situation the storm division is facing, once he is captured by the opponent, he will likely become an important handle in the opponent's hands, coercing the Principality of Aiden or even the Thirteenth Council... that would really outweigh the gains.

"And what about you, Duke?"

"I?"

The smiling Duke Aiden stood up calmly, tidied up his collar, and looked outside the tent where the sound of gunfire was gradually sparse:

"I have to meet the victor of Green Valley who is about to capture me."

"The premise is... if his army has not been wiped out by the Aiden Legion."