I Will Be The Crowned King

"Boom-!!!! Boom-!!!! Boom-!!!!"

Deafening loud noises echoed through the Dawn Mountains, dazzling artillery fire poured out from below the horizon along with the rising sun, and dazzling fireworks burst out from the positions of the Clovis Army in the valleys.

The dense rain of bullets covered the entire position in an instant. The violent air waves mixed with the bursting firelight swept through the sand, gravel and soil, tearing the surface fortifications on the defense line to pieces in an instant; mixed with dust, it rushed into the sky like a geyser.

Although the Ysir artillery is very dense and accurate, these light and agile cavalry guns pose little threat when facing well-established trench positions; The terrain has become rougher and more difficult to navigate.

But for the Isir Guards, they did this only to suppress the counterattack of the Clovis army... and they had achieved their goal.

Accompanied by the roar of the cannons, the flags of King Iser appeared on the horizon illuminated by the morning sun.

The new army of Iser Elf is completely established according to the imperial military system, and the current supreme commander of the Guards is also a real imperial knight, so the battle mode is exactly the same as that of the empire, completely revolving around "artillery" and "Cavalry" two core operations.

Right now is a battlefield operation, and the cavalry is simply a living target in this terrain; the artillery level of the Iser Elf is too low, and there is a serious shortage of experienced artillery commanders, so there is no way for the soldiers to step on the bombing point to attack; Like the imperial army a few years ago, bombard the enemy's position before attacking.

Tens of thousands of legions spread out horizontally between the rugged hills, bounded by two hills in the north and south, like a neat and narrow rectangle, under the cover of artillery fire, advancing towards the passage between the valleys.

Under the light of the fire, the Clovis soldiers, who lacked artillery fire, could only curl up in the trenches, unkempt by the falling sand and looked very embarrassed; of fright.

Because they were the most elite and most capable grenadier regiment under Ludwig.

Looking at the direction where the cannonballs were flying, the expressionless Roman looked extremely solemn, his sharp eyes tore through the billowing black smoke, and swept across the King Iser flags, judging the direction of the enemy's main attack this time.

Today is the Fourth of May, and it is the fourth day that he has been besieged by the Isir Guards.

Almost every day in the past, Isir's Janissaries would launch an offensive of this magnitude, and they would last from day to evening; tens of thousands of troops came on the narrow roads like waves again and again.

Frankly speaking, apart from the overly stupid conspicuous military uniforms and the so-called neat formations, the Iser Guards can be said to be well-mannered, not like the Iser elf army in his impression, but more similar to an empire. Yes, well-armed regiments.

Because he controlled the only way to Eagle Point City and occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the battlefield, although the Imperial Guard Corps had an absolute military advantage, it was passive in front of the commanding Clovis position.

Coupled with the rugged terrain, it was difficult for the Iser elves to put in too many troops at one time, and as a result, 3,000 people faced off against 20,000 people for four days.

With the end of the last round of shelling, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Corps in golden red uniforms suddenly accelerated their pace, and the neat formation became somewhat messy.

"All in place - shoot in columns!"

The Clovis soldiers who had been waiting for a long time got up from the trenches and raised their guns indifferently.

Almost at the same time, a frenzied cry broke out in the formation of the Guard Corps. Instead of maintaining the formation, they launched a frontal charge with a bayonet.

"boom--!!!!"

At the moment when the neat salvo sounded, the maddening Guard Corps had the momentum to knock down an invisible wall, and the line soldiers in the front row fell one after another.

But even after being hit head-on, the Imperial Guard still showed no sign of slowing down or stopping, and continued to charge forward, ignoring the wailing companions beside them.

Because of the narrow terrain and the elevation attack, once the speed is slowed down, it is like a moving gun target. Only by narrowing the distance can the disadvantage caused by the terrain be smoothed out.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the firepower of the Clovis position not only did not decrease, but also accelerated, and four rounds of salvos were completed in less than a minute.

What followed was that the number of casualties of the Imperial Guard Corps began to expand rapidly; the waves of gold and red continued to flock to the towering reefs, and after a burst of blood, they disappeared without a trace.

Finally, the elf officers began to order the formation to be reorganized, and let the soldiers advance alternately while covering each other with Xu Jin's barrage shooting.

The Clovis soldiers in the position were still calmly raising their guns, shooting, retreating, reloading, raising their guns, and shooting again... The process was repeated mechanically, as if they were so calm and emotionless.

It seems that the Iser Guard Corps, which is approaching step by step, is just a phantom, and it can't even make them shake a little bit.

In the blink of an eye, the line of the Guard Corps, which was advancing one after another, had already rushed to the front of Clovis's position, and began to outflank the defenders occupying the high ground on both sides. The broad front was like a huge inverted "V". .

"Long live Osteria-!!!!"

"For the glory of Iser——!!!!"

In the frenzied roar, the formations of the two sides slammed into each other, wrestling with bayonets and lead bullets in the long and narrow positions.

Roaring, shouting, wailing, screaming... Countless voices and the figures of the two sides fighting and scrambling are constantly intertwined, echoing under the endless dome.

Relying on the absolute advantage in numbers, the Guard Corps only took ten minutes to enter the first trench, but the strength of the offense and defense was reversed in an instant; the elf soldiers who smashed into the trenches were immediately killed by Clovis. The soldiers skillfully divided, surrounded, and finally strangled.

And behind this thin position, there are the second, third, fourth ... connected or independent trenches, forming cross fire with each other, forcing the Guard Corps to maintain a tight formation.

However, the aggressive Guard Corps was still under pressure, relying on their discipline and will to fight, which was no less than that of the Empire, constantly compressing the living space of the Clovis Army.

Behind the front of the Janissaries, Louis Bernard on horseback was holding a long telescope, looking indifferently at the battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

If there is any advantage of the military uniform of the Guard Corps, it may be convenient for the commander to investigate - even if it is already covered by smoke, the incomparably conspicuous golden red can still accurately tell Louis what the current situation of the war is.

To be honest, he was very satisfied.

Although the Clovis Army was still fighting, the first front was basically fragmented. In half an hour, either they would retreat or they would be torn to shreds by the Janissaries. Without the cover of the first front, the back Those thin trenches could not stop his attack at all.

Of course, judging from the current battle situation, there is probably no hope of defeating the Clovis defense line today, but at least it can deal a big blow to them... That's enough.

You must know that although the "Guardian Legion" is known as the elite, in fact, all the elf kings used for various reasons are recruits, and they have not fought much in the two years since they were formed. The Clovis people on the opposite side... Clovis's uniforms know a lot, and the main force on the opposite side is all the elite of the Clovis infantry, which is the so-called "Grenadier Regiment".

In five days, the defense line formed by the elite Clovis army was defeated-although it depended on the number and firepower of the crushing level, it was a good result for a new army.

What's more, the commander of this army...is that person.

Louis, who narrowed his eyes slightly, involuntarily touched the hilt of the knife on his waist.

Tomorrow, this line of defense will be completely defeated, and the 20,000 Iser Guard Corps will drive straight in to help Eagle Point City, and completely defeat the Clovis Legion entrenched in the north of the Dawn Mountains.

So... Anson Bach, what would you do.

Should we give up Eaglehorn City and fight to the death with me?

If it is the former, it means that you will fight in the situation that you will be cut off at any time; if it is the latter, the battle of Thunder Castle... will never be repeated again.

Of course, as cautious and bold as you are, all of this must be within your expectations; as long as I have a well-equipped and high-spirited Janissary in my hands, all your plans must be based on defeating me; if you do not defeat me, you will Just don't think about capturing Eagle Horn City safely and steadily.

So no matter what this time you have no way out; as a lieutenant colonel in a mere capacity to become the commander of the legion, you must have paid a huge price for this position, right?

Of course, so do I.

This war is related to the covenant between the empire and the Elven Kingdom of Iser, and the Guard Legion is the absolute guarantee of this covenant. Once I, who lead this legion, finally fail miserably, it means that the trust between the two countries will be gone.

And with it, the glory of the Bernard family in Edland, and my future for the next thirty years, and all who have given everything and even their lives for this, my dear brother... Kroger Bernard, his sacrifices will all be in vain.

Therefore, I absolutely cannot lose.

I will never lose to you again!

Slowly putting down the telescope in his hand, Louis Bernard's expression was extremely determined.

Under the clear sky, the front lines remained stubbornly intertwined. The Clovis Army seemed to have seen through the idea of ​​the Iser Guard Corps trying to outflank the rear line, and began to continuously deploy troops to the forefront.

Although the number of people is small, the Clovis army, which still maintains the terrain advantage, can still block the Iser elves that are several times larger than themselves, and use the height difference of the position to release firepower downward, defeating the opponents that are trying to move to the flanks again and again. reinforcements.

In the non-stop fighting, Clovis's front line has begun to show signs of fatigue and collapse; although the excellent grenadiers are still fighting hard, but facing the advancing guards, they are starting to lose their strength.

The morale of the Guard Corps, which had suffered heavy casualties, also began to decline rapidly. Facing the "flesh and blood trenches" that were constantly devouring lives, although the officers and supervisors in the back row were still urging the attack, they still could not make the soldiers advance. half step.

The battle continued until the afternoon. Seeing that the front line was in a stalemate little by little, Louis hesitated for a while, and then issued an order to retreat.

Soon, the melodious bugle sounded under the dome, and the golden-red army formation withdrew from the tragic battlefield like the ebb tide; the relieved officers executed the retreat order without hesitation, from attacking to defense, and then slowly. Retreat, leaving countless craters and bones everywhere.

In the central battlefield where the battle was fiercest, countless corpses covered almost the entire position; the icy blood was mixed with dust and ashes, and solidified into an eerie dark color between the gravel and the soil.

Facing the retreating Guard Corps, the Clovis Army, like the defenders of Eagle Point City, showed no sign of counterattack at all, and started to clean the battlefield as if no one else was there, rebuilding their positions in the chaos, waiting for the next new battle. round offensive.

When the black smoke drifted from the sky, an elf knight holding a swallowtail flag crossed the battlefield full of fireworks; after getting permission, he entered the position of the Clovis army.

An hour later, a solitary tent appeared in the center of the battlefield; Louis Bernard, standing with a knife, stood in the tent, looking at the opposite Clovis position with a complicated expression.

He's going to confront Anson Bach!

Louis Bernard has been looking forward to this day for too long, but when it really came, he didn't know how to face this guy.

Is it a kinslayer, a rival to each other, a friend, or...

Feeling the slight tremor in his body, Louis closed his eyes involuntarily.

A minute later, clear eyes bloomed on his handsome face, and a knight on horseback was reflected in his pupils.

Louis involuntarily grasped the handle of the knife in his hand, as if he suddenly recalled something~www.novelmt.com~ Hiding his left hand behind his back, he gently held the revolver on his waist.

Soon, the figure of the other party was getting closer and closer, and Louis's breathing became more and more rapid. The hand holding the handle of the knife couldn't help shaking, and an irresistible urge burned in his body, almost five Burned inside.

But when he really saw each other, he was suddenly stunned.

"What, how is it you?"

The knight Clovis who was questioned turned over from his horse, and the surprised Louis Bernard stared at him, his expression as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head:

"This... the commander of this legion, isn't it Anson Bach?!"

The voice fell, and the expressionless Roman suddenly stopped, frowning as if he was also caught in a huge confusion.

After a few seconds, he slowly spoke:

"On this subject...I don't know where to start."

Louis Bernard: "?!"