I Will Be The Crowned King

"Stormist-Emmanuel Family Equality, Friendship and Reciprocity Wartime Agreement":

"First, the Principality of Aiden needs to hand over thirty to forty hostages to the Storm Division, and promises that it will not pose any threat to Carindia, as well as Clovis and all friendly neighbors of Clovis;"

"Second, the Principality of Aiden must immediately stop all hostilities with Carindia and Clovis, withdraw from the territory of Carindia within ten days, and compensate for all the losses caused;"

"Thirdly, the Principality of Aiden must hand over 100,000 to 300,000 gold coins or the equivalent in cash to the Storm Division as war compensation;"

"Fourth, Duke Aiden needs to hand over prisoners and remains to the Storm Division for free;"

"Fifth, the Principality of Aiden must ensure absolute neutrality and not interfere with the legitimate and legitimate interests of the Clovis Kingdom in Han soil;"

"Sixth,..."

Special Envoy Aiden sneered and threw the agreement back to Anson across the table before he read it, expressing "regret" that this agreement was completely unacceptable.

The deputy commander accepted the agreement without changing his face, first comforting Lisa, who almost threw the envoy to pieces in his arms, and then said very politely:

"Can it be changed?"

"It can't be changed!"

The special envoy with the exposed blue veins on his forehead glanced at the girl in the other's arms, and the seven or eight guards who were already staring at him behind him, resisting the urge to draw his sword:

"This is not a friendly agreement at all, but a declaration of war--sorry! Aiden is not Carindia, and he must not accept such a bottomless and wanton insult!"

"Oh, that's such a pity." Anson raised his eyebrows and gently rubbed Lisa's messy hair-she liked this very much recently, and snoring after a while:

"But please believe that I have absolutely no intention of insulting the Aiden."

Special Envoy Aiden nodded slightly and smiled, stood up respectfully and bowed to Anson:

"Farewell!"

When the voice fell, the special envoy, who was on the verge of losing control, turned around and left the storm division camp without waiting for Anson's courtesy. He walked so quickly that he even forgot to bring a copy of the agreement.

So the first day of negotiations ended ten minutes after the opening, with the two sides completely torn apart.

The enraged envoy Aiden returned to the Green Valley, copied a copy of the agreement from memory, and humiliated himself at the negotiation meeting in public. Anson Bach's arrogant attitude was repeated exactly as it was.

On the other side, Anson also convened a military meeting of the Storm Division immediately after the Aiden envoy "brutally left", announcing to the officers that the negotiations had completely broken down, and everyone must "give up their illusions and give the arrogant Aiden a deep enough depth." Lessons".

On that night, the Storm Division, who had launched a siege position outside the city, dug trenches overnight, and continued to gather troops to the front position, posing for a siege.

The Aiden Legion in the Green Valley is also not to be outdone. Not only did they gather heavy troops on the southern city wall, but they also unabashedly built fortifications such as artillery fortifications within the field of vision of the Storm Division scouts... It seems that they are ready to fight. All ready.

Both sides are constantly gearing up, waiting for the dawn of the next day.

The **** and tragic siege battle is about to break out.

On the 15th day of the sixth month of the 100th year of the saint's calendar, at 5:30 in the morning.

The dense morning mist shrouded the entire green valley, and the land that had not yet been shrouded in the morning light was dead silent, so quiet that it was impossible to imagine that this was a battlefield.

Just as everyone was waiting for the first shot, with the sudden sound of the gate, the city gate of Luyin Valley was slowly opened.

In the thick white fog, a figure of a knight holding an iron fist banner appeared.

Standing on the edge of the trench, An Sen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly unconsciously.

The "knight" slowly left the city gate, left the city walls and fortresses that were not quite strong in the Greenery Valley, and came towards the storm division's siege position.

Looking at the solitary figure, the soldiers in the trench became nervous one after another, and involuntarily hugged the rifle in their arms.

at this time……

"Um?"

A skirmisher holding a Leopold rifle and curled up in a trench suddenly froze. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure passing by his side.

"Deputy Commander?!"

Anson, who was walking on the trench, was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the soldiers behind him, but did not stop; he continued to move forward alone, walking towards the oncoming Knight Aiden in the thick fog.

Looking at Anson walking out of the front of the position alone, Knight Aiden, who was holding the flag, was clearly stunned, and his expression showed unconcealed surprise.

On the foggy battlefield, neither side stopped, and continued to approach each other; on the quiet Green Valley battlefield, it was as quiet as if one could hear each other's heartbeats.

Two hundred paces, one hundred paces, fifty paces, thirty paces... Just as he was about to reach thirty paces, Victor Emmanuel finally reined in the reins, planted the military flag in his right hand on the ground beside his feet, and turned over and dismounted.

The footsteps of the two stopped at a distance of about ten steps.

The young Duke Aiden raised his head slightly and stared at Anson without saying a word.

He pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his left hand hung down beside the revolver pouch on the side of his thigh, his right hand relaxed and drooped down naturally, but was stopped at a position where he could immediately hold the knife handle at his waist.

On the other hand, Anson Bach looked indifferent, not as aggressive as the Stormmaster had shown; he stood there as if his whole body was completely relaxed, his left hand behind his back, his right hand inserted through the gap between the buttons of his coat, pressing on the chest.

The two met each other's gazes and stared at each other for a long time in the middle of the fog-filled battlefield.

Ten minutes... Maybe after a while, as the morning mist gradually dissipated, the two of them had smiles on their faces.

The next second, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers on both sides, the deputy commander of the Southern Legion and Duke Aiden stepped forward at the same time, exhausting their strength... and hugged each other!

There was silence on the battlefield, and then there was a burst of cheers resounding through the sky!

"...The enthusiastic Aiden opened the city gate, and the elated soldiers of the Storm Division rushed out of the siege position, rushed to the battlefield like their commander, cheered wantonly, hugged the enemy with completely different skin color and clothing, and threw their military caps. Shooting to the sky, to the sky, to vent their joy at this moment..."

The above contents are all found on the letterhead sent by Anson to Sophia Franz.

The actual situation was much simpler—the two sides basically knew each other’s details the moment they met; Aiden’s army was demoralized and ran out of ammunition and food; the Stormtroopers marched in a hurry and were not ready to attack the city at all. .

More importantly, neither side had any plans to fight each other to the death for a green valley.

Now that it is clear that they are just pretending to be paper tigers, then of course we have to accept it as soon as we see it, otherwise everyone will not be able to step down; after Anson shook hands with Duke Aiden to make peace, the new negotiation started immediately.

Compared with the provocative agreement last time, this time the storm division's conditions were obviously more polite - not only did Aiden not need to pay any compensation, but also did not require Aiden to hand over hostages and prisoners.

The only requirement is that the Aiden Legion must withdraw from the Green Valley as soon as possible, and hand over the city to the Storm Division. Although this is not a wealthy town, it was bombed into ruins by the Aiden Legion, and there is really no oil or water.

But in any case, as an important transportation hub to the west of the Han soil, and a stronghold only a day away from the port of Carindia, Anson would never tolerate the Aiden occupying this place.

Duke Aiden fully understands this, but his Aiden Corps has also suffered heavy losses in the recent battle, and urgently needs to be repaired and supplied as soon as possible, and it is impossible to evacuate from Greenery Valley immediately.

So Victor Emmanuel came up with a compromise solution: taking the ruined governor's mansion and the town center as the dividing line, each side controls half of the Green Valley.

That is to say, the Storm Division controls the southern city wall and warehouse, while the Aiden Legion controls the northern city wall and outpost.

This distribution plan is a little bit disadvantageous to Anson. After all, compared with the range controlled by the Aiden Legion, the warehouse and the surrounding area of ​​the southern city wall are almost destroyed, and the storm division has to bear the refugees in the city and the remaining Carindia soldiers. .

However, Anson agreed - anyway, the Port of Carindia has been obtained, so there is no need to argue with the other party for this little petty profit.

As a condition, the Aiden Legion must evacuate from the Green Valley within three days, and completely stop its aggression against Carindia within a week.

Duke Aiden has no objection to this.

So the battle of the Green Valley, which seemed to be about to decide the fate of half of the vast land, came to an end without a beginning or end.

"To be honest, I was a little surprised when I saw you appear."

In the negotiating conference room, Duke Aiden leaned forward slightly with one foot on the table, squinted his eyes and looked at Anson: "If you want to know, it's just a little bit... just a little bit, a little bit..."

"I'm going to kill you."

"But you didn't." Anson smiled indifferently and made a prayer gesture:

"The ring of order is blessed."

"Yeah, the circle of order protects you." Duke Aiden also smiled naturally:

"Otherwise, you and your storm division did not come in through the gate of Luyin Valley, but came in!"

Before Anson could continue to greet him, the young Duke coughed and cleared his throat, and asked with burning eyes:

"Who is your next target?"

"Sorry?" An Sen was stunned, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Stop pretending, do you think I don't know?" Looking at Anson's expression, Duke Aiden sneered:

"At this point in the war, the situation in Hantu is clear enough; you Clovis and Thun people have taken the lead, and the rest of us don't even have time to react - we wanted to grab the card ahead of you. Lindia, you can still have some capital when you negotiate, but I didn't expect you to be one step too late!"

Saying that, Duke Aiden's face showed a little self-deprecation.

"Uh, you seem to have misunderstood something."

The light-hearted Anson picked up the hot coffee on the table and explained to the other party in a serious manner: "The Kingdom of Clovis does not have any territorial claims to Hantu, all we have to do is to extend Clovis's interests here, I don't want to have any conflict with the Hantu countries, let alone..."

"The Grand Duchy of Mister, right?" Duke Aiden, who had a burning eye, said stealthily.

Hearing this, An Sen's face was startled, and he took a sip of coffee in silence... It was the other party's speculation that he acquiesced.

Duke Aiden, who guessed right, smiled more and more: "Sure enough... and Thun joined hands to control the east, occupied the southern port of Carindia, and repulsed us who controlled the western part of the land-the next thing is worth your Crow. The only thing Uighurs have done is to occupy the middle of the vast land, the Grand Duchy of Mist."

"After defeating her, the rest of the stinky fish and rotten shrimp will not need you to do it yourself, and will also take the initiative to beg to surrender to you... just like the cowards of Carindia."

"Then what do you want to get from here?" Anson raised his head indistinctly and asked.

"What do I want? Very simple."

There was a trace of greed in Duke Aiden's eyes:

"The Principality of Mister is divided into two."

Anson didn't speak, staring at him silently.

"Don't look at me that way, I know what you're thinking." Duke Aiden hummed a few times:

"In your eyes, I'm probably the kind of shameless person who will do anything to achieve an end, or even cooperate with the enemy for the sake of profit?"

"But don't you think people like me are good collaborators? As long as I get what I want, I don't care about things like dignity or tradition."

"More importantly, I should be of great value to you Clovis people—otherwise~www.novelmt.com~ Do you really want to see the Francois family dominate the Han soil family, with no one Can it be balanced?"

"Don't make such a joke with me." The smile on Duke Aiden's face became colder:

"You people of Clovis came all the way here to not be good people. You are here to make money and find obedient lackeys; if the Francois family rebuilds the Kingdom of Soil, do you think they will still give up on you?"

"Then if we support you, you will be able to swear allegiance to Clovis?" Anson asked rhetorically.

"Of course not!" Duke Aiden spread out his hands with a playful smile on his face:

"But at least you have one more choice, don't you?"

Dead silence.

Under Duke Aiden's scorching gaze, Anson's expression fell into hesitation.

The young duke stopped talking and waited quietly for him, holding his shoulders.

"one third."

After being silent for a full minute, Anson said to Duke Aiden expressionlessly:

"If there is a real war, I can only promise you to support the Duchy of Aiden in occupying one-third of Mist's territory after the war, that's all."

"As for the rest... that's a matter between you and the Grand Duke Claude Francois, and it has nothing to do with me."

"No problem!" Duke Aiden readily agreed.

He picked up the glass, poured himself a full glass of rum, and smiled at Anson: "May Clovis always be strong!"

An Sen nodded slightly and raised his hot coffee quietly:

"May Hantu usher in peace as soon as possible!"

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