I Will Be The Crowned King

The unicorn flag was already fluttering under the leaden-grey sky as panic-filled shouts resounded through the factory.

With the honking of sirens and the neighing of the horses, riding in heavy wagons and jumping out of the Guardsmen; nearly half the company of soldiers, in front of an officer with a saber and a one-shoulder cloak, was well-trained Formed in four columns, with rifles raised in both hands.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the guards, the workers who were still cheering for the occupation of the factory immediately fell into a panic; holding simple weapons transformed from tools, they stared in horror at the figure standing with a knife and wearing a gorgeous back. .

Feeling the sight from behind him, at this moment, the annoyed guard officer didn't even bother to look back—he was going to attend the Franz family's charity banquet today, but as soon as he put on his gown, he was suddenly dispatched to do it. Such dirty work.

These poor cockroaches don't even know how to pick a time to save their minds when they rebel!

"Guardians - bayonet!"

Following the concise and powerful order, nearly a hundred soldiers inserted the daggers around their waists into the slot under the muzzle, and then swung forward sharply.

The uniform and uniform slashing action has a kind of shock beyond words. The workers hiding behind the barricade screamed and shivered like frightened rabbits.

But they still hid behind the barricades, clutching their crude weapons, and they didn't come out in a state of soul and voluntarily surrender as the guard officers imagined.

So he had no choice but to turn around, endure the impatience in his heart and look at these ugly enemies, standing in the cold wind and said solemnly:

"All those involved in the riots, hand over your leaders, release all the hostages, lay down their weapons and stand in place, waiting to be disposed of!"

"Those who dare to continue to resist will be executed on the spot!"

After issuing a customary warning, the guard officer with his heartfelt disgust pulled out his saber, pointed the tip straight ahead, and slashed in the air:

"shooting!"

The white fog poured out from the entire row of flintlock barrels behind him, and the strong smell of gunpowder even made the guard officers feel a little happy, slightly diluting the bad mood today.

The salvoed bullets smashed a few sparks on the simple barricade, and a hapless man who was hiding behind the barricade was pierced by the lead bullet, and collapsed to the ground before he could scream.

The mixed red and white liquid was sprayed on the faces of the companions, which made them immediately wake up from the frenzied atmosphere and realize the seriousness of the problem.

So the barricade quickly "fallen".

Some of the workers who threw down their weapons, screamed and cried, some raised their hands to stand up, some turned their heads and fled for their lives in the direction of the factory behind them; come over.

But they got the same "answer".

"Bang-! Bang-! Bang-!..."

With the neat salvo of the guards, the crowd behind the barricade began to fall one after another; dark red bloodstains spread to the direction of the factory along with the screams of running away, and in front of the gate was paved a delicate line to welcome the distinguished guests. red carpet.

Seeing that the last guy who escaped for his life was also shot, and after struggling in the pool of blood and no longer moving, the guard officer nodded, and the saber in his right hand elegantly played a knife flower:

"Eradicate the thugs, rescue the Viscount! Guards - advance!"

The soldiers holding their rifles lined up in neat formations, stepping on the muddy blood under their feet and the twitching corpses, and marched towards the factory gate.

…………

The guards seemed to have already entered.

Listening to the cheering workers in the factory just now, full of panic and panic, An Sen, who was leaning against the door, breathed a sigh of relief, calmly took out his pocket watch, and counted the seconds silently in his heart.

In a messy storage room, the black magic detective whose heart and head had been blown up was lying in a stench of blood; Viscount Bogner, who had just been awakened by the gunshots, sat beside the corpse in fright, and he kept silent. With silence, he maintained a certain kind of aristocratic restraint and decency.

The deadly silence remained for more than ten seconds. Hearing the increasingly flustered movement outside the door and the faint sound of gunfire, the old gentleman who was breathing a little quickly finally looked at An Sen a little bit uncontrollably:

"Excuse me…"

"Anson Bach, Commander of the Church Security Forces, Lieutenant Colonel."

An Sen, who kept his head still and raised his eyes, chuckled lightly: "You can call me An Sen."

"Lieutenant Colonel Anson." The old gentleman took a deep breath:

"Excuse me...what are we waiting for?"

"Time... er... ten minutes at most."

Anson was a little unsure.

"ten minutes?"

"Yes, in ten minutes at most, the church security forces will come over." An Sen explained: "Please rest assured, we have prepared a very perfect solution, which can be solved while ensuring your personal safety and minimizing losses. everything."

The old gentleman nodded slightly, but was still a little uneasy: "For example, what if they haven't arrived in ten minutes?"

"Then the Guards will come in, execute all the rioting workers, and either surreptitiously arrest you or 'accidentally kill' - you're a big proponent of the Public Administration Act, and you're associated with Draco Wilters , they have 10,000 reasons to kill you."

An Sen sighed: "I can only find a way to take you all the way out."

Viscount Bogner's expression was stiff and he was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

"Then... what about this person? Nott Conan, I heard him mention his name, like a detective... Why did he arrest me?"

"I don't know, but according to him, he is a fugitive from the Old God Sect and a spell caster." Anson stared into his eyes and hinted slightly:

"I guess... This shows that the forces in Clovis City want to attack you, not only the guards."

Viscount Bogner's expression changed for a while, and his frowning eyebrows seemed to think of something, but he hesitated.

An Sen, who kept smiling, didn't ask any further questions, and his eyes fell back to the pocket watch in his hand.

After a while, the old gentleman who was restless suddenly stood up and looked at An Sen uneasily:

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w- wouldn't you just let me talk to my workers? They're all good, honest people, many of whom were once tenant farmers in my domain, old John, William, Hans… every I can call out everyone's name!"

"This time it's all a misunderstanding - I've been in the Privy Council or traveled around the world all the year round, and I don't know about the factory; you protect me, as long as I make it clear to them and pay the arrears of wages, they will definitely..."

"Viscount Bogner!"

Looking at the old gentleman who still had some kind of illusion, Anson had to interrupt him: "I don't know how close your relationship was with your workers in the past, but they have hanged your foreman, and maybe a few people have been killed by The guards were killed."

"This matter is no longer a problem that can be solved by mutual understanding, do you understand?"

Just when the old gentleman was speechless, the sound of platoons of gunfire mixed with screams came from outside the gate of the factory. The guards who "cleaned" the barriers and retaining walls around the factory began to formally attack the gate of the factory.

Opening the pocket watch, Anson's eyes fell on the dial again.

Seven minutes left.

"boom-!!"

Another round of salvo, a dozen workers who were waving simple weapons and charging towards the guards fell to the ground screaming; blood-gushing corpses fell outside the gate of the factory building.

The buckshot that ripped apart the flesh no longer made the workers scream, and the screams of blood spurting no longer frightened them... With no way to retreat, they tried to block the attack of the guards with their thin bodies.

"Shoot, charge! Hit back at the thugs of the nobles, kill them, hang them! Make them pay for the **** they've done!"

In the choking smoke of gunpowder, the rioting workers continued to shoot back, or desperately rushed to the column of the guards that were still approaching step by step.

The Guards advancing in columns kept firing rows of lead bullets, maintaining continuous fire without even looking at them—if on the battlefield, firing platoons of guns in columns is a foolish tactic, but in the face of only possessing It's a nightmarish existence when it comes to rioters with crude small arms.

Narrow terrain, tight crowds, and constant firepower...every round of salvos can take a few lives.

Even with an absolute numerical advantage, in front of the uniform guards, the fanatical rioting workers could not even rush within five meters of the column; just like the tide hitting the reef, after each round of low tide, only the left some shattering waves.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! They are fewer than us, and they should be the ones to be afraid of!"

"Rush over and avenge the dead brothers!"

Fierce shouts erupted in the tide where people kept falling. Although they kept retreating, they still caused some casualties to the Guards with their simple firearms and numbers, so the Guards had to slow down; The anti-riot workers tried to outflank them from both sides, and the formation changed from column to horizontal.

But that's about it.

Not only because of the disparity in power between the two sides, but also because the rioting workers had no idea what they were going to do - they seized the overseer and the viscount, they occupied the factory, they smashed the machinery that made them sweat and burned it. Commodities that make them poor.

And then... gone.

Some people are trying to fight the guards to the death, some people want to guard factories, some people are protecting their families... They are disorganized and aimless, like fireflies hovering around candles, one by one in dazzling gunfire fall.

After paying the price of seven or eight injuries, the guards, which were only one-fifth of the number of workers, advanced to the gate of the factory in just seven minutes in a massacre like an assembly line.

The workers who suffered heavy casualties had no way to escape. They retreated to the factory building and closed the gate, without any intention of surrendering to the guards.

This bug-like tenacious vitality made the guard officer even more disgusted, and he decided to give some color to these reckless thugs.

"Go to the nearest military camp and ask them to send someone here." The guard officer said solemnly to the adjutant behind him:

"Tell them that the thugs are guarding the factory and they are suspected of having heavy weapons in their hands. We need artillery support!"

"Artillery support?!"

The shocked adjutant's eyes widened: "Sir, this is in the city, isn't it too much to use artillery..."

"What are you afraid of, this is the outer city!"

The guard officer looked at him coldly: "What's more, the number of thugs is several times that of us. Are you going to let the brave guard soldiers take the risk of being killed to take back the factory?"

"But Viscount Bogner is still in the factory, if there is any accident..."

"It's nothing! It's because a nobleman was kidnapped by the thugs that we should use the fastest speed to save people, so as not to lose the kingdom's face." up:

"And even if the Viscount had any accident, it must have been brutally killed by the thugs; the guard officers who were loyal to the kingdom would never shoot any bullets that would hurt the kingdom's nobles... Understand?"

"Clear, understand!"

The adjutant who understood it immediately turned around. He stumbled and tripped over the corpse on the ground several times. He was covered in blood and ran away without looking back.

A minute later, the panting adjutant came back suddenly, and the pale and exasperated officer of the guard explained the reason.

"Storm group?"

The guard officer was stunned for a long time, before reminded by the adjutant that this was the newly formed security army of the Church of Order.

Then he was even more surprised.

According to the information released by the church, it has only been half a month since the formation of this army, and even the training of recruits has not been completed - such an army, how dare the Church of Order bring it out to show its strength?

Aren't they really afraid that these homeless people would kill each other with guns and then mutine and break up on the spot?

Still, the guard officer decided to be cautious—the guards didn't have a good relationship with the church, but that's a matter for the people above: "Let our men block the road with a carriage, and then tell the commander of the other side to come close. The guards can handle the riot alone, don't bother them."

"Our people have closed the road, but I'm afraid it's useless!" The adjutant said with a pale face:

"They're a lot of people and..."

"And what?"

"And there are reporters from several major newspapers, and..."

"Reporter?!" The guard officer looked surprised:

"Let our people stop them, UU reading www.uukanshu.com stop them all - tell the commander of the storm regiment, as long as you don't let the reporters come in, everything can be discussed!"

What a joke, if the reporter saw that he had killed Viscount Bogner, the senior officers of the guards would never be able to "appease", and they would definitely throw themselves out as a murderer to appease the public anger!

At that time, let alone the future, whether you and your family can survive is a big question mark!

"We tried it, I'm afraid it's useless!" The adjutant shook his head desperately, his expression even more frightened:

"And they have..."

"boom-!!"

A thunderous bang ripped through the gloomy sky, turning the coaches and barricades of the Guards into flying debris with unstoppable tyranny.

The stunned guard officer and adjutant turned their heads together, watching a little girl wielding a rifle rushing towards this side with a strange expression, behind a gray tide:

"An-Sen-!!"