I Will Be The Crowned King

"Damn, what kind of battle is this?!"

A hoarse roar echoed in the dead command.

In front of the huge map table, the staff and knights who were busy and discussing in the last second immediately fell silent, so frightened that they dared not even let out the air, and peeked at the old man sitting in the armchair tremblingly.

He has just passed his eighty-first birthday recently, and although he still feels full of energy, he is no different from when he was fifty; but his originally lustrous golden hair as thick as a lion's mane has been thinned and completely covered. It is difficult to hold the head; a few thin strands can't stop the wrinkled and drooping face.

At this moment, he was sitting in the armchair in the extreme rage, red-faced and roaring hysterically at the poor messenger; his short stature and years of overeating made him look like he was wrapped in a gorgeous military uniform The wine barrel, jumping up and down, is extraordinarily funny.

But...no one could laugh.

Because Kasper Herrede is not a name that makes people laugh.

For many young people today, the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar is a symbolic year - as if the divided church from that year was reunited, and the entire world of order ushered in a long and prosperous peace. .

And that is just an illusion, a beautiful vision; the cruel fact is that the fire of war has never been extinguished, it has only been dispersed; without the church, the biggest enemy, the countries that could have been united immediately fell apart, for the sake of each other Interests continue to provoke wars.

One of the witnesses is Kasper Herrid.

Born in the nineteenth year of the saint's calendar, he participated in the righteous battle "against the hegemony of the Church of Order" and witnessed the fall of St. Isaac; he also participated in the "era of peace" in the mouths of today's young people, and participated in countless confrontations. Internal repression and external war.

Although he has never been reused because he is not a talented person, he still enjoys a very special status in the army of the empire because he is from a royal family and has high qualifications, basically on par with the imperial marshal.

But status and being used are different after all, so when the current emperor—in terms of seniority, probably Casper’s grand-nephew—appoints him to be the “Commander-in-Chief of the Hantu Expeditionary Force” and appoints him with full power, he will remain in charge for the rest of his life. As a deputy to others, he burst into tears on the spot, and almost flew up on the spot on his eighty-first birthday.

Then... he discovered that the war was "a little bit" different from what he had imagined.

"Han Tu has been beaten to death for several months, and our battle plan and logistical deployment are still based on the situation in March! More than 20,000 people squatted motionless at the gate of the Principality of Aiden, waiting for the opposite side to surrender. More than 6,000 people dared to land directly at the port of Carindia without even knowing the situation and jump into the enemy's encirclement!"

The old man stood up abruptly, and with a sound of "Bang!" he smashed a hole on the table with the gun, which made the messenger tremble:

"Tell me! Why wasn't the staff officer who made such a death-seeking plan shot?!"

"I..." The messenger swallowed his saliva, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"What did you say?!"

"Neither do I……"

"Speak louder, I can't hear it! With such a small voice, you deserve to be a messenger?!"

"I also……"

"roll!"

In the hysterical roar, the messenger, who was so frightened in cold sweat, seemed to be amnesty. His trembling legs seemed to be attached to a high-power steam core, and he rushed out of the gate of the headquarters in a frenzy.

"Just a messenger."

A middle-aged man in a cuirassier costume walked behind the old man, squatted down slowly, and picked up the plan that was thrown on the ground by the other party:

"The plan does not match the actual... This kind of thing is not once or twice, why should you be angry, Mr. Casper?"

"Because these idiots will never learn, and sooner or later we will be killed by them!" The old man snorted coldly: "Bernard, what do you think?"

"Obviously, we're late." Deputy Commander Bernard Morwes nodded slightly and paid tribute to the veteran in front of him:

"The Clovis people have completely taken control of the situation... Their speed and efficiency are beyond imagination. In just a few months, almost all of the vast land has been divided into a whole, so that our The staff and officers didn't realize that the situation had changed dramatically."

"Oh?"

The old man glanced at him in surprise, his expression like a beast awakening from a deep sleep: "You mean..."

"It is possible that the Elven Kingdom of Iser is just a pretense." Bernard put his hands behind his back, and his posture was like a long sword of a knight:

"From the very beginning, Clovis's real goal was Hantuo - although separated by the Dawn Mountains, the land of Hantuo is fertile, with a dense population and abundant agricultural products, and at the same time it is connected to the empire, and has a southward outlet. Haikou."

"This kind of 'neighbor' conquest is not easy, but if you can win over to become a reliable ally, it will be a good breakthrough point for Clovis who is struggling to maintain the front line; Corner City, Clovis does not need to worry about the threat to the homeland from the south."

"And cut off the important channel of Hantu, the Elf Kingdom of Iser will completely lose the support of the empire; it is only a matter of time before it is annexed by Clovis, and they don't need to rush for a while."

"So you think this is Clovis's conspiracy?" Casper looked at the plan report that was crumpled up by himself:

"Send a guy who doesn't even grow his hair to unify the entire land?"

Bernard was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.

Indeed, it is too magical to have such a big mission shouldered by a little-known young officer... Although there are many whimsical idiots in Clovis's upper ranks, they are not so stupid.

"There must be a conspiracy, otherwise the torn apart vast land will not suddenly decide to build a kingdom just because someone raised his arm!" Kasper said gloomily:

"It doesn't matter whose conspiracy, because no matter who it is, he has already made this **** go into the wastebasket, and we have to redefine the battle plan - the order!"

After speaking, he crumpled the plan again and smashed it on the map table.

The frightened people got up one after another, and in the silence of death, a young knight with a notepad in his hand was pushed out and staggered to the old man.

"First! Order the advance army stationed at Carindia Harbor to control the city and establish a solid fortification, defeat the Hantu army in the Green Valley, and open the front line from Carindia to Hantu as soon as possible!" shouted:

"Second! I ordered the fleet to complete the second landing at the fastest speed, harass the Aydin defenders, assist the Carindia Port defenders to complete the breakthrough, and immediately advance after the two armies converge to attack the Ayden Principality!"

"Third! Send someone to persuade the Aiden fortress to surrender, and the expeditionary force will advance across the board to prepare for the siege - within three days, conquer the fortress!"

"Fourth! Order the baggage troop to gather all the artillery pieces of the army for me, and show me a firework show for the Hantu people who are defending the fortress. Can you hear it clearly?!"

A thunderous roar echoed in the headquarters.

"Listen clearly!"

The young knight who responded loudly was covered in cold sweat, trembling as if he was about to faint.

"Then act for me immediately! Act, do you understand?!"

"Understood!" The knight trembled.

"very good!"

The old man pressed his shoulders with a sound of "Boom!", clutching at the collar to prevent the knight who had awakened the power of his bloodline from collapsing on the ground:

"Since you understand, then give me four more orders - first! Find out the total strength of the Clovis and the Hantu people!"

"Second! Find out their approximate distribution locations and whether there are fortifications everywhere!"

"Third! Confirm their firepower configuration and logistics routes, and the proportions of artillery, cavalry and infantry!"

"Fourth! Within a week, send the above information and order reply to me!"

Angrily, Kasper stretched out four short, thick fingers at the knight, "Clap! Slap!" and slammed it on his face:

"Can you do it?!"

"It can be done!"

The young knight, whose legs were limp, turned his head and rushed out of the gate with a crying voice.

Deputy Commander Bernard with his hands behind his back watched all this quietly and shook his head silently.

And when the irritable old man turned around, his bloodshot eyes instantly calmed down, leaving only the murderous intent that penetrated into the bone marrow, and the coldness before the beast attacked.

Bernard, who was not surprised by this, nodded slightly, pondered for a few seconds and then said softly:

"Are you planning to organize a large battle?"

"Since there is going to be a war, there must be a lot of people to be lively." Kasper showed a cruel smile, which looked particularly hideous on his wrinkled old face:

"Whether it's a conspiracy or not, the Clovis people have succeeded now; but even if there is a king and a new flag, this does not mean that the original Han soil army like a rotten fish and shrimp can become stronger in the blink of an eye. already."

"They are probably quite proud now. They feel that they can keep warm by holding a group, and they can declare war on the empire... Okay, very good, since they dare to declare war, we will give this new king a face."

"They have just fought the civil war, and the army is concentrated in the area of ​​Mist; if we can conquer the fortress in three days, the new king and his 'Hamland army' should arrive at Aiden in a week at the latest."

Bernard frowned. "Will he come?"

"It will come, it must!" Casper said with great conviction:

"No king has lost his territory and can still keep his crown from falling - especially those new kings who have just ascended the throne and are unstable; even if they know they are dead, they must go to **** calmly."

"Because only strong enemies and victories can keep their crown." Bernard agrees, but still disagrees:

"But this is Hantu after all... The empire has the most elite army, but that Claude I can easily organize an army that is several times our size; in such a large-scale battle, the number is also a great advantage."

"Then we turn their advantages into disadvantages."

Kasper's grim old face smiled even more "brightly": "How many troops does Hantu have now?"

"Uh..." Bernard glanced at the report in his hand:

"About 150,000 people."

"150,000... Even if Claude I can kill with an army of 100,000, how long will his supply line be dragged, and how much baggage can his army carry?"

Pushing aside the trembling crowd, the old man who walked to the map table picked up an imperial flag and moved from Carindia Port to Iron Bell Fort:

"Their troops set off from the Iron Bell Fort. The 100,000-strong army has a very large scale of materials collected. There must be a distribution center; except for the Iron Bell Fort, they will not have a second choice."

"So if we capture the Iron Bell Fort, burn down the supply warehouse of the Hantu people, and then divide the Hantu into two... How long can these 100,000 people last, one day or two days?"

The command headquarters was instantly quiet, and there was no sound of breathing.

The staff and knights, who had been in awe for a second, seemed to have turned into immobile plaster sculptures at this moment, staring at the iris flag inserted at the Iron Bell Fort on the map table.

The original simple map was brought to life by this irascible old man at this moment; and there were tens of thousands of lives, howling and screaming in starvation and slaughter.

The "things" that were still moving in the dead silent hall were only Caspar Herrid's eyes with a hint of madness.

"What else is there to say?"

"Ugh?"

Bernard quickly recovered from his astonishment~www.novelmt.com~ and said slowly: "Your blood relative, my wife's younger brother Arthur Herrede handed me a piece of information about Officer Clovis, He said it might be able to help you a little bit."

"Arthur, that famous dragon roar?" The old man was stunned, frowned and asked, "Is the other party his acquaintance?"

"No, but he found the heir of the Archduke Adelaide, with Louis Bernard as his deputy." Bernard explained:

"He served as an army instructor in the Elven Kingdom of Iser, and was also appointed as the commander of the Iser Guard Corps, and fought against this Clovis army."

"Oh, so it is."

Casper suddenly realized, and his dim eyes stared at Bernard: "It shouldn't be for no reason, right?"

"...He applied to join the 2nd Infantry Division that crossed the Dawn Mountains." Bernard sighed, and he was helpless to this relative:

"If it doesn't work, at least the logistics must be called up and entered into the combat sequence of the front-line troops."

"This is fine, I approve!"

The old man waved his hand: "It's absolutely impossible to join the 2nd Infantry Division, put them in my direct guard - that Louis Bernard gave him the title of staff officer and asked him to put all the information, including the previous battle in Eagle Point City. All your energy is at your disposal."

"As ordered!"

Bernard, who got the task, did not stop for a moment. Like the two before, he left the headquarters as quickly as possible.

In the hall behind him, the old man's thunderous curse echoed over and over again.

"Now... who can tell me where our fleet is?!"

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