I Will Be The Crowned King

The military camp outside the city, the headquarters.

The harsh honking of the whistle directly interrupted Anson's sleep, and the dignified Colonial Defense Commander jumped out of bed, put on a coat and even opened the door without shoes.

The disheveled little clerk stood outside the door, with red eyes and a look of panic, he said:

"Lord Anson Bach, something is wrong!"

An Sen, who was struggling to withstand the sleepiness, glanced at him and said nothing. He walked to the wine cabinet next to him and poured a large glass of ice water and handed it to him; do.

An Sen silently watched him drink all the water and swallowed the ice cubes, and silently took the cup: "Tell me the point."

"There's a commotion in the big warehouse area in the North Square area." The secretary wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and after breathing a little calmly, he quickly regained his usual calmness-although he was still wearing a rabbit ear nightcap on his head. :

"Yesterday evening, the church in the parliamentary district received an anonymous tip-off letter, mentioning that a cult composed of indigenous pagans was entrenched in the large warehouse, and the whistleblower also implied that the other party had some terrible knowledge."

"At 1:30 today - that is, an hour ago, an explosion occurred in a large warehouse, and a suspected heating equipment accident caused a fire, which alerted the North Square and several nearby communities."

"According to the information obtained, the Faithful Alliance has launched operations to block the North Square community and do everything possible to maintain law and order; the current situation has been initially controlled, but we know nothing about the situation in the warehouse, only that the fire will be at the latest. It's over in ten hours."

Anson Bach poured himself a glass of ice water: "Oh, why?"

"Because the daily fuel supply in the large warehouse can last up to six hours; the people living in it are relatively poor immigrants and indigenous people who can only afford cinders and some rough charcoal."

"With the current fire, even if all the living people inside are used as fuel, the fire will automatically end after ten hours." The little secretary answered truthfully:

"Of course, there won't be anything left in there by then."

"……very good."

After thinking for ten seconds, An Sen said solemnly: "We... the storm division must act immediately."

Whether it's the native pagans or Harold's supporters taking the opportunity to cause trouble, this is an opportunity to show the storm division's ability to act.

The Faithful Alliance has proved their incompetence in public security management with facts. The Storm Division has sufficient reasons to enter the Beluga Harbor and clear the entire North Square area and even the entire city's natives as quickly as possible.

It’s already February, and by the beginning of March, the route to the mainland will resume smooth, and you will be able to officially start the factory and the new immigrant introduction plan. , the entire colony will be on track.

By eradicating the indigenous pagans, he can naturally encourage the colonies to reclaim the land and expand while preparing for the imperial invasion.

This is also the best way to unite the entire colony.

After a month of observation, Anson was basically convinced that in the New World, it would be quite difficult, or even impossible, to stimulate the unity of the colonies through the contradiction between Clovis and the Empire.

It is precisely for this reason that Anson finally chose the force that seemed to be the most extreme, but in fact it was true, but which could inspire the unity of colonial immigrants the most... Universalism.

If you want to unite those immigrants from different backgrounds and identities, from all corners of the old world, this is the only choice.

"Is there any news about Karl and Alexei?"

"Chief of Staff Carl and Head of Alexei have mobilized the troops in Beluga Harbor City and blocked the entire North Square - in fact, they were the first to arrive at the scene, and the Faithful Alliance arrived later, so far All the information was sent by them thirty minutes ago."

"The messengers sent in asked us for help at the same time, because there is evidence to prove that the old gods are suspected to exist in the warehouse. It is very likely that the three hundred line infantry on the scene will not be able to control the situation, so I hope you will lead the reinforcements as soon as possible to ensure that nothing goes wrong. !"

"Of course!" An Sen said solemnly:

"Tell Fabien to assemble all the officers in the barracks immediately, all the troops to distribute ammunition, and prepare for battle, and also to inform Captain William Cecil that once we have stabilized the situation, let them return to the port and let them go to the port, Always be ready for naval gun support!"

"It has been notified." The little secretary solemnly replied:

"Lieutenant Fabien is gathering officers, two-thirds of the troops in the barracks are ready and receiving equipment; as for Colonel William Cecil and the naval officers... They have discovered anomalies in the city and are in the living room Wait, but we haven't fully informed the Colonel yet."

"Tell them - don't think too much, just say it."

Regardless of whether it is true or false, once the situation really gets into trouble, you have to find a way to do it yourself, and it is still necessary for the fleet to fire two cannons towards the north square to cover up the traces of magic.

Of course, bombarding a city with naval artillery is such an extreme act that it is best not to use it unless it is absolutely necessary; after all, unlike the repression by soldiers, both the consequences and the psychological shadow on the people are huge, and it affects oneself very much—very affects Ke Will the rule of the Lowe Kingdom over the colonies win the hearts of the people?

But after his first attempt to rule - to manage the colony in place of the native land, Anson had a slightly different view on this kind of thing: it is not good to use such extreme means, but if it has never been demonstrated, it will not help. Minimum deterrent effect.

Therefore, even if it is not intended to be used, the occasional "show of force" is still necessary; it should be done in a minimal way to let the people of the colonies understand what the consequences of disobeying the garrison representing the homeland will be.

"anymore question?"

Having figured it out, Anson asked casually.

The little clerk was stunned for a moment, and then there was a bit of panic on the face that forced himself to be calm, and he said falteringly:

"I...uh...I have to admit that the damage caused by this community riot is far beyond our expectations, and it turns out that the problem is not with the range of people we predicted at the beginning, but some of the people we did not predict. ——Or we predict that some people who are predicted and will not be predicted that we have not predicted, because of our prediction, uncontrollable events will eventually lead to uncontrollable..."

Anson Bach: "Speak the point."

"It may not have been the indigenous pagans who caused the fire," said the little registrar.

"Oh, who is that?"

"Miss Lisa Bach, two hours ago, a soldier proved that she went to the North Square alone."

………………

The moment the voice fell, messy gunshots rang from behind the fence, and fragments of lead bullets of different sizes splashed around in the narrow room, knocking out the few torches.

The suddenly darkened arena was only left with the flickering gunfire and the loud noise that pierced the eardrum.

At the moment when she was torn to pieces by countless lead bullets, the girl who was standing there turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the iron gate on the right, leaving a string of dazzling sparks behind her in time.

In a dark room, the sound of gunfire like a storm continuously washed through the narrow room. The girl who was curled up under the iron door lay quietly on the iron door, took out a grenade from her arms, pulled the insurance, and then began to feel in her heart. Countdown: three, two...

one.

At the moment when the gunfire on the fence stopped, the dazzling gunfire lit up the darkness again.

"boom--!"

Shotguns spewed out from the muzzle, and the fragments of the projectiles ignited by the gun flames penetrated the figures behind the fence one after another, and the wanton spewing blood and lead bullets sprinkled behind them, dyeing the walls and ceilings like spray paint.

Among the screams, the messy footsteps were close at hand; the iron gate on the right slowly opened, and there was no one standing behind the fence, and dozens of hideous-looking indigenous people appeared behind the girl.

And a certain grenade that was pulled off the insurance also happened to no longer emit smoke.

Not much time, just right.

"Boom!!!!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and the bursting flames instantly engulfed the rushing figure, mixed with high-temperature air waves and thick smoke simultaneously pouring into the back of the iron gate.

With her back to the explosion, Sheriff Lisa Bach got up in the dark, holding a cigarette (licorice stick), and pointed the loaded shotgun straight ahead.

The harsh sound of pulleys and chains sounded again, and countless chaotic footsteps poured into the pitch-black arena.

"killed--!"

"boom!"

Without giving the other party a chance to finish speaking, the girl who pulled the trigger blasted the hideous head with one shot, then turned her head and ran wildly.

The roaring shotgun tore a gap in the sea of ​​fire, and the petite figure held his breath and rushed into the darkness wrapped in thick smoke without hesitation; countless roars sounded in the smoke, followed by a flood like a flood. .

But it didn't take long for the rushing big sheriff to find that not only behind him, but also a steady stream of people in front.

"We were discovered!"

"Catch her! Don't let her run away!"

"Kill the invaders!"...

Countless roars and shouts rang out one after another in the passage; the smell of rot and some kind of burnt mixed with each other, recklessly in the stuffy pipes; coupled with the continuous vibration directly above the head, they were in hot pursuit. chasing soldiers and criminals blocking their way...

All made the girl extremely excited.

The galloping girl's eyes widened in the dark, and the corners of her mouth rose wildly, not even noticing that only half of the cigarettes (licorice sticks) were left at the corners of her mouth.

All this was expected by the smart Lisa Bach Sheriff.

In fact, at the moment when she finally decided whether to sneak in, she suddenly realized a very serious problem: although she found the tip, although the tip stated that the criminal was in the big warehouse, but...

She doesn't know them.

If you sneak into the big warehouse quietly, you don't know who the other party is, let alone which native is a good person and which is a bad guy; more importantly, it is generally An Sen who is doing things like distinguishing the enemy, as long as he kills the bad guy All right.

But now, she needs to distinguish by herself who is the good guy and who is the bad guy.

This was a huge test for Sheriff Lisa Bach—mostly because it wasn't written in the Sheriff's Handbook.

Usually in such a situation, the girls would obediently retreat and hand over the information they had to Anson for processing; but tonight...

Tonight's Beluga Harbor is at stake!

At this critical moment, there is only one person who can save the entire Beluga Harbor from destruction—that is, Sheriff Lisa Bach.

Only her!

That letter says it all (and doesn't)!

There is no time to go to Anson Bach for help. The Sheriff must solve all this by herself, open up her wise brain, and find the key to breaking through the predicament.

So after some careful thinking, the girl came up with a wonderful idea: if she caused a commotion in the warehouse, wouldn't the bad guys come to her door?

As long as you follow the criminals, or go wherever there are criminals, you can successfully find their lair!

As for how to tell who is the criminal... Whoever sees the sheriff (himself) running away is not the criminal?

Lisa thought the plan was a great one.

"Bang——! Bang——! Bang——! Bang——!"

The shotgun in his arms kept roaring, illuminating the darkness with dazzling gun flames, showing almost terrifying lethality in the narrow passage; the figures standing in front of the girl fell down in rows.

The gushing blood and shattered pieces of meat flew around in the passage, and the screams even covered the gunshots.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps above and behind them became more panicked and hurried; the entire warehouse seemed to fall into uncontrolled chaos, and the original order seemed to have been completely broken.

The "criminals" who were still trying to stop the girl seemed to have been completely frightened and started to retreat; but this way, the girl became even more excited~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and began to chase after them.

She rushed out of the passage, and a room larger than just now appeared in front of the girl; in the center of the room was a stone staircase leading to the ground, and a dozen indigenous people and immigrants with weapons stood in front of her, all looking horrified .

"Stop her!"

Hysterical shouts sounded from the back of the crowd, but no matter what they said or their tone, there was deep fear: "Your family lives here, if you don't want to be driven out and freeze to death, obey the order and stop this devil!"

Under the depressing atmosphere, the native standing in the middle failed to overcome his inner fear and pulled the trigger first.

The next second, the messy gunfire exploded instantly; in the dark room, the dazzling gunfire temporarily deprived everyone of their vision, and the eyes were dyed pure white.

And when vision finally recovered, I saw a petite figure jumping out of the mountain of blood and corpse behind him, with an extremely innocent smile and a pair of clear emerald eyes... He took out a second black and thick one from his arms. shotgun.

"boom--!!!!"

The dazzling gun flames lit up, but this time it wasn't just vision, everyone's brains were plunged into pure white.

forever pure white.

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