I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom!"

The flash of gunshots startled the two sparrows on the roof of the Lvyin Valley warehouse, and they flew away as if they were running for their lives.

After dealing with the two elf spellcaster assassins, Anson quickly left the warehouse attic, sealed the entrance, put on the coat hanging behind the door, and returned to the deputy commander's room expressionlessly as if nothing had happened.

Entering the room, Carl Bain was sitting across from his desk, processing documents while waiting for him to come back; when he heard the footsteps behind him, he silently stopped writing and looked up at Anson who was sitting in front of him:

"solved?"

"That's right." Anson replied somewhat vaguely:

"He didn't dare to tell the truth. The other party still left behind, so I didn't continue to ask questions-although the questions that should be asked are almost the same."

Carl nodded vaguely, picked up the pen and continued to process the file:

"Your two...collectibles?"

"I don't want it anymore."

An Sen said indifferently: "Find a chance for the guards to dispose of them, try to be as clean as possible, and leave no traces."

Carl was silent for a few seconds, then twitched his throat and said:

"Okay, then I'll let them clean the attic again later; oh, by the way, do you want to leave some souvenirs for you?"

What?

An Sen's expression froze, his right hand reaching for the coffee box stopped in the air, and inexplicably looked at the chief of staff who had always had a tacit understanding with him:

"…do I look like a pervert?"

"Uh..." Carl first widened his eyes, frowned and hesitated for ten seconds, then slowly said: "That... I mean there may be some other clues on the two of them, if there are, Do you need me to stay for you?"

"Oh~" Anson suddenly realized:

"Is that so?"

"That's right." Carl nodded seriously:

"Then... I think that you can ask that to prove that you are not like you, you are a real, fake pervert."

Anson Bach: "...Is there anything else?"

"have."

Carl nodded lightly, with a calm expression as if nothing had happened just now, and continued with Anson's blunt "change the subject":

"Duke Aiden's people are here again - it's still a matter of discussing their retreat time. I tell them that you are very busy now and don't have much time to deal with these trivial matters."

"Envoy Aiden deeply regrets this, and said that the supplies of the Aiden Legion are about to be exhausted, so the expedition of the withdrawal can no longer be delayed, and an approximate time acceptable to both parties must be determined immediately."

"And then?" Anson motioned for him to continue.

"Then we agreed that two days later, that is, tomorrow afternoon, the Aiden Legion will officially withdraw from the Green Valley, stationed outside the city for one night, and leave Carindia within a week." Carl continued:

"During this period, the two sides must strictly guard the border, and the Storm Division must wait until the Aiden Legion has completely withdrawn from the Green Valley before sending troops to take over the remaining half of the town... This is the request made by the Aiden envoy, and I agreed."

Anson thought for a second: "So we won't be able to receive the entire Green Valley until the morning after tomorrow?"

"right."

Carl stopped the pen in his hand: "The Aiden envoy has repeatedly confirmed this with me several times. He seems to be particularly worried that if Aiden retreats, the Storm Division will immediately control the entire Green Valley and cut off their rear. road."

"Is there a problem?" Anson took a sip of hot coffee.

"That's not to say, it's just too deliberate." Carl said casually:

"Uh, maybe it's because I think too much, or because your deputy commander always doesn't show up, making them a little worried?"

Anson frowned.

To be honest, Duke Aiden's reaction can't be said to exceed Anson's judgment, and in a sense it is even too much in line with his expectations.

But it was precisely because it was too consistent that Anson was a little nervous.

At first, he "played dead" in order to lure the assassins to expose, and by the way, to test whether the Aiden would go back on their word and take the opportunity to sneak up on the Storm Division to capture the Green Valley and enter the port of Carindia.

Now it seems that I am afraid that Aiden and the Thirteenth Council are really a group... This is a bit difficult.

Although Anson is quite confident in the combat effectiveness of the Stormtroopers, and the Aiden Legion, who is said to be - according to the Carindians - "seems to be able to fight", is already at the end of the battle; Being a teacher is not that simple.

But no matter how strong they are at the moment, the number of street fights in this era is still a huge advantage, especially in the early stage of the battle, the party with sufficient cannon fodder can often gain a crushing advantage, relying on a steady stream of reserve soldiers to devour Advantage position.

Next, as long as the opponent's commander's mind is not flooded, he will make full use of this advantage to occupy and control one street after another, and divide and surround the enemy who can only defend one stronghold due to insufficient troops... Then there is no suspense in the outcome. .

There are still spellcasters hidden in the opponent's army. In the doomed chaotic street battle, it is hard to say whether the Thirteenth Council will take the opportunity to intervene.

The Storm Division, whose strength is less than half of the opponent's strength, is undoubtedly disadvantaged.

At this moment, Carl, who was processing the documents with his head down, suddenly handed a letter to him.

An Sen, who frowned slightly, opened the letter, glanced roughly for a few seconds, and then was shocked:

"Ah?! This..."

………………

On June 19th, 100th year of the saint's calendar, at 2:30 pm, the Legion of Aiden officially withdrew from the Green Valley; for the Battle of Carindia, which lasted less than a month, a less than satisfactory battle was drawn. period.

Accompanied by the rapid beat of drums and melodious bugles, the high-spirited Aiden soldiers lined up in neat columns to retreat from the streets full of craters and rubble; and before each army retreated, they had to face the opposite side. The storm division faced the sky and fired three times as a demonstration.

The fanfare was as if they were not retreating, but holding a grand entrance ceremony.

For the proud Aiden, they don't think they lost to the Storm Division, at most they were a step behind the Clovis in this "Battle of Calradia" and failed to capture Carlin in time. Port Dia, but they are still victors.

Since it is a victor, of course, it must have a victorious attitude; several artillery pieces that had fired all their shells a few days ago were pulled out again, and every time a troop passed through the city gate, eight cannons would be fired... Xiang The storm divisions halfway outside the city showed off their force, trying to use the impact brought by this grand sense of ceremony to make the Clovis people collapse without a fight.

In this regard, the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division who stayed halfway outside the city to "watch the play" expressed their emotional stability and even very happy.

As a late-developing army power later than the empire, Clovis almost copied the empire in various cultural fields, especially in etiquette, tradition, history, mythology, etc., and spared no effort in advocating; In the country and the noble class, everyone is proud to be a knight, and even more proud to be a knight recognized by the emperor of the empire.

As for the various ceremonies of the empire, the Clovis people also highly respected them from top to bottom, even to the point of imposing them regardless of the occasion and age, and the more rigid they were, the more respected they were.

Although Aiden is a vast land duchy, because it controls the western foothills of the Dawn Mountain Range and borders the southern border of the empire, various traditions and customs have been heavily influenced by the empire, especially in terms of military salutes, which are even more intense. I am very envious of the jealous "Knight Fan".

For this reason, the grand withdrawal ceremony used by the Aiden Legion to deter the Stormtrooper, and the step-by-step links, for the stormtrooper like a bun, it is almost the same as the classic episodes of drama fans watching classic dramas, except for the excitement. Still excited.

Some well-born, educated and well-educated officers can still point to the opposite side to the surrounding friends, saying, "This action came from the first year of the saint's calendar, and it was thought of by the ** Duke." , "The firing of the gun just now was first used by the *** emperor in the *** battle"... attracted countless exclamations and envious eyes.

In order to let every troop leave the city with great fanfare, the whole ceremony lasted for almost two hours, and there was a small episode... Because the deputy commander of the Southern Corps "was unwell and could not show his face", the originally planned "handover" The key to leaving the city" will not be able to proceed.

Although it is only a harmless little link, it also makes the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division feel a little regret.

However, the "intimate" Duke Aiden immediately made up for this regret-after the entire army left the city, he held another award ceremony under the north city wall of Luyin Valley, which was not inferior to the previous one!

Accompanied by another rapid roar of artillery, nearly 10,000 Aiden soldiers held their rifles high, their heads held high, and lined up in the falling rain to form a neat queue to be inspected by Duke Aiden and many nobles and knights.

Innumerable flags fluttered in the wind and rain, symbolizing the iron fist flag of the Emmanuel family, surrounded by many flags of the Aiden family like a sea of ​​flowers. Bake to the top.

Riding a high-headed horse, Duke Aiden, with complicated eyes, awarded tassel flags to companies that had made achievements in previous battles amid the loud cries of the soldiers.

This is also not a tradition of the empire, but a tradition of the empire - each company has its own flag, and after making military exploits, it will be decorated with golden tassel; the more tassel, the more the company has established a flag The more merit.

The whole ceremony lasted until the evening, and it gradually came to an end amid the storm.

The storm division officers and soldiers who "watched the show" had to hide in the houses and tents of the garrison during the heavy rain; the Green Valley, which was once bustling a few minutes ago, suddenly became deserted.

………………

Outside the northern city wall of Green Valley, Aiden Barracks, night.

Victor Emmanuel stood behind the curtain of the tent, pressing the handle of the knife on his waist, looking expressionlessly at the green valley not far away.

The tent illuminated by kerosene lamps was filled with damp water vapor, and everything in sight was blocked by darkness and rain; but even so, the young duke could still see the broken walls of Green Valley, the towering towers, Seeing the narrow and complicated streets, seeing the huge warehouse...

There is also Clovis's blood-colored unicorn flag flying at the top of the warehouse.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Matthias, with a gloomy expression, asked. Sitting on the side of the dim yellow light of the kerosene lamp, he supported the armrest with his elbows, and pressed his fingers together on the back of his hand, making the back of his hand slightly blue due to tension.

Duke Aiden paused, sneered and slowly looked back at Mathias:

"Do I have any other options?"

"Of course." Mathias's expression was flat: "I have been in contact with Your Excellency Anson Bach, and he is a man who keeps his promise; more importantly, he has no evidence to prove that the assassination is related to you; so you are still There is a choice, to decide whether to open up with Clovis immediately..."

"evidence?"

Duke Aiden's laughter was even more disdainful:

"This kind of thing never needs any evidence! What's more, we are enemies in the first place. The only reason why we didn't fight is just that we don't think it's worth it."

"As you said, whoever wins the port of Carindia will have the absolute initiative in the Battle of the Boundless; and now the initiative is in the hands of the Clovis; whether to strangle Aiden or not depends only on on the personal thoughts of the deputy commander."

"And you, gave him an excellent reason...Thanks to the great Thirteenth Council."

In the face of Duke Aiden's mockery, Ambassador Mathias remained silent.

"I'm not here to mock you, Your Excellency Mathias." Duke Aiden, who noticed that the other party was not very good-looking, quickly changed the conversation:

"I just want to know one thing right now, and that is if you can send enough... wizards tonight, and will they reveal their identities?"

Mathias was silent, and after a long time he slowly said:

"First of all, they are not wizards but spellcasters, faithful followers of the great Three Old Gods; secondly, because of some... oath restrictions, I cannot tell you their exact identity and number; I do not doubt that you will expose them, only It's just a means of protection, after all, it's really close to the Cathedral of Port Carindia."

Duke Aiden nodded slightly~www.novelmt.com~ to show his understanding.

"As for whether they will be exposed..." Matthias's tone hesitated for a while: "Rainy days and dark nights can indeed provide some cover, and they have received death orders. Once exposed, they will immediately kill the insider."

"So tonight... only tonight, the Thirteenth Council will spare no effort to help you."

"For you, for Aiden, for the great Iser... Take Green Valley, take Carindia!"

So Duke Aiden asked no more questions.

Thirty minutes later, the young duke walked out of his tent holding the saber at his waist and walked towards the darkness shrouded in rain.

There, thousands of figures were kneeling on one knee on the muddy ground, hiding their weapons and flags in their arms, and laying down on the ground... Only their bright eyes looked at the figure walking towards them.

The much-anticipated Victor Emmanuel was silent for a moment, then drew his saber and shouted to everyone:

"Tonight, win Luyin Valley!"