I Will Be The Crowned King

At the moment when Ansen's roar fell, the screams that ripped through the air rushed straight towards them, hitting the wall of the Winter Torch City Council with an unstoppable momentum.

It was a twelve-pound bullet—an idea that crossed Anson's and Carl's minds at about the same time.

Time was running short, and neither of them had room to think: Carl held his head and closed his eyes decisively, life and death; Anson guarded directly above him, and simultaneously launched [Smoke Entertainment Home], turning the thick smoke from the misty pipe into " The "smoke wall" blocks the top, and at the same time, "smoke bombs" are arranged around, and when necessary, the two people are directly blown away to avoid the most deadly damage.

After all, he still has the magic spell [Smoke Man] that can withstand a fatal injury, and the power of the bloodline of "resurrection", but Carl is just an ordinary person - how can he survive, if he blows up to death, Where can I find a second adjutant who is so likable?

"boom--!!!!"

In the face of a twelve-pound solid bullet, the thin layer of masonry walls shattered instantly—if the main body of the parliamentary hall might be able to stop this shot, the problem is that the lounge where the two of them were staying was expanded in the second phase. Ancillary buildings, the degree of solidity can only be said to be very limited.

The black shadow ran through the entire room and was firmly embedded in the main wall; the gravel and rubble under the collapsing ceiling slammed like rain, smashing the [smoke wall] blocking the two of them into potholes; the scattered smoke was desperately gathered again, extremely Repair broken parts slowly.

Carl, who was lying directly below, was lying on the ground, and the air was torn and screamed in his ears, followed by the sound of countless bricks and rubble falling above his head, vaguely reminding him of something in the Han soil. Very bad memories.

The violent vibration lasted for a full minute, and until there was no more sound of rubble falling, An Sen finally got up slowly and removed the [Smoke Wall] before the adjutant opened his eyes.

"This... is over?"

After the rest of his life, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The cautious Carl did not get up immediately, but leaned on the ruins and slowly moved his body, using the cover of the fireplace that had not collapsed to look in the direction of the artillery fire.

"I'm afraid not."

An Sen gasped for breath, and the instant [Smoke Entertainment Home] consumed a lot even if he had become a Tier 5 spellcaster, not to mention creating a shield that could hold up a cannonball.

If it is replaced by the power of blood, at least a talent of the level of former captain Lawrence of the Truth Seeking Order can do it.

"The other party has a 12-pound field gun in his hand, which means that there are ghosts in Winter Torch City - not only can you get the arms, but also know that there are people in the lounge at this time, and they may even come to me." An Sen analyzed patiently. road:

"Is there any of our troops in the city?"

"Yes, not much."

Karl twitched his throat hard, staring at the direction of the artillery fire, and his body was ready to retreat: "In order to build the base, Fabien took the large troops to camp directly outside the city, and there was only Norton Crowe in the city. Lieutenant Colonel Purcell's half infantry regiment and guard company."

"Then you go to Norton so that he doesn't have to rush to fight back. Be sure to control the city gate and several important passages to ensure that the main force enters the city smoothly." An Sen's thoughts turned quickly, and each plan quickly formed in his mind:

"I have to hurry back to the parliament to maintain stability, lest they really think I am dead."

"Okay... uh wait, what about the assassin on the opposite side?" Carl looked at Anson nervously, and gestured to the opposite side with the corner of his eye: "He is still alive."

he?

With the help of the "power" after the casting range was changed, Anson's mind reflected the bird's-eye view around the entire parliamentary hall, and shrugged nonchalantly:

"Don't worry, he won't live long."

………………

Winter Torch City Council, main hall.

There was chaos in front of the huge fireplace, and panic spread through the crowd like some kind of contagion; the group of people who had been talking about unity and the common good a few minutes ago had become a complete The terror birds are only half a step away from the impending catastrophe.

In the panic, the Speaker of Winter Torch City was the first to "stabilize the situation" by virtue of his status as the host; but it is clear that after the "cordial exchange of opinions" just now, and the sudden situation of the attack, not many people are willing to sell him. this face.

In particular, the representatives of Heijiao Harbor responded the most—they were the closest to the imperial front, and their hostile reaction after the incident was that the empire was attacking. If you don't agree, get ready to fight.

However, Speaker Hollande, who noticed the direction of the loud noise just now, proposed to "confirm" the situation first, especially that the shelling just now may have caused some "accidents", and it is necessary to organize a "serious and careful investigation" immediately.

As Red Hand Bay, which is second only to the Frey sisters in its dependence on Beluga Port, Speaker Pete Chatham immediately stepped forward to stop it, and exposed the malicious intentions of "some two or five boys" on the spot, making the elderly Aurang The German Chancellor was so angry that his beard was shaking... The representatives of the two colonies were entangled in a ball, shouting and beating each other.

The weakest Liberal faction in Grey Pigeon Castle was still ignored by everyone. Paulina Frey didn't even dare to stay in her seat, and hid under the table near the direction of the loud noise when everyone was not paying attention—— Because the people here are the fewest and most inconspicuous.

When Anson found her, the girl was holding her head and curled up in a ball, shivering like a small ball.

"Master Anson!"

Looking at the figure who was half-squatted in front of him intact, and extended a helping hand with a faint smile, Paulina's terrified eyes flashed with light, and her voice trembled with excitement.

Bai Nen's soft weeds tightly held the calloused palm. Just when the young deer bumped into the girl thought that the other party would take advantage of the situation to wrap her in her arms, the other party suddenly held her shoulders and pushed her to the corner with a little force. , walked towards the crowd in the hall without looking back.

"Ugh?"

When the girl who was pushed to the corner turned around, she found that the little secretary wearing a silk bowler hat was standing behind her. While saluting Anson's hat, she didn't forget to give herself a salute.

In Paulina's stunned face, the expressionless commander-in-chief took out a "dagger" from his bosom, pointed the barrel twice as long as the usual revolver to the vault, pulled the hammer, and dazzling fireworks burst out from the muzzle. out:

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The explosion of the gunshot sounded six times in the ears of everyone.

The hall was instantly silent.

Everyone who stopped fighting and arguing turned their heads and looked at the expressionless figure who stepped onto the long table...and the smoking revolver in his hand.

Shocked, terrified, surprised... The deputies have different expressions, and their eyes are more complicated than each other.

Anson looked down at the surrounding crowd coldly, turned the "dagger" in his hand, and put it back into the holster:

"Are you noisy enough?"

No one responded, and no one dared to respond.

"Are you going to continue arguing?" Anson asked again, his eyes swept to the excited Speaker of Winter Torch City, the nervous Speaker of Black Reef Harbor, the relieved Pete Chatham, and the pale Hollande:

"Or I will directly serve as a referee for you, and you don't have to wait for the outsiders to come in. How about you duel here yourself and die together with one shot?"

There was silence in the hall.

Looking at the nervous faces, An Sen snorted softly and sneered: "Don't say anything, right?"

"Very well, you don't say it, I say it."

"The first official meeting of the Free Confederacy and the arrival of the Storm Division in Winter Torch were the headlines in all the local newspapers for the purpose of making all the people of the New World aware of this important matter to them. A major event, let the new world get out of the haze of imperial tyranny and prepare for a new era!"

"Since this is a well-known thing, will our enemy, the Minister of Imperial Colony in Yangfan City, know about it? Of course he does!"

The expressionless Anson suddenly raised his voice: "In this case, will the empire send assassins, mercenaries or even a small army to attack us - of course!"

"Because he knew very well that if this meeting could not be stopped, and the Confederacy, which had been united so hard to be united, would once again become a mess, the Empire's rule in the New World would be completely bankrupt, and the possibility of rebuilding would be lost forever."

"Sacrificing a small army and a few dirty gold coins can make the Confederacy kill each other, how could such a cost-effective business empire miss it!"

He slowly turned his head back and looked at the speakers behind him: "So I can tell you responsibly that Winter Torch City is innocent, and this incident has nothing to do with them - the attackers are based on the public information we released. , we made an ambush in the city ahead of time, instead of a traitor in us."

The words fell, and the face of the speaker of Winter Torch City immediately showed gratitude, and many representatives of the Winter Torch City councilors also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, I'm not saying that they didn't make any mistakes - they were infiltrated by the enemy so easily. Winter Torch City must take responsibility for this matter and thoroughly investigate your army!" Jucheng Speaker said coldly:

"Now immediately disarm all Winter Torch City militiamen in the city and return to the camp, open the city gate and let the Storm Division enter the city to clear the attackers; anyone who dares to hold weapons in the Storm Division soldiers, without exception, will be treated as the enemy - no need Censorship, anyone has the right to kill on the spot!"

"Yes!"

The Speaker of Winter Torch City was stunned, raised his stubby hand into a fist and slammed it into his chest: "I will order them all to be withdrawn and placed in the barracks, waiting for your army to take over the city defense!"

Feeling the strange eyes around him, of course he understood that this was actually Anson trying to smooth things out for him - at this time, the only excuses were getting darker and darker, so don't argue at all. "Traitor" is the best way to stop loss.

Even if the representatives of the rest of the colonies knew that this was intentional favoritism, on the one hand, Winter Torch City accepted it decisively enough, and on the other hand, it was indeed their home court. If they wanted to escape this attack safely without the cooperation of Winter Torch City, it would be impossible. Yes - although that doesn't make certain stereotypes and ideas less than half a point.

Under the depressing and tense atmosphere, the representatives of the various parties finally regained their composure, looked at each other tremblingly, and "united" again under the pressure of An Sen... Temporarily.

Anson didn't feel the slightest bit of nervousness, and sat down on a chair behind the long table without any concealment, smoking a misty pipe, with both feet on the table, protecting or monitoring the colonial representatives present.

He can be very sure that the person who attacked must know that he is still alive, and there may even be their inner responders in the hall now, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate.

But as long as there is order in the hall, everyone is forced to calm down and there is no sign of chaos, the assassin will have nothing to do - lost the initial suddenness, and can't find a chance to blame it. Even if it succeeds, it can only make everyone share the same hatred, whether it is voluntary or not, they must fight to the end in order to prove their innocence and the empire.

Guessing according to this line of thinking, the next time the enemy will make a move should be the time to fight the storm division.

Taking advantage of the chaos to attract the attention of the storm division... Whether they can defend the city gate or not, as long as they can create chaos in the city and spread to the council hall, they will definitely do it.

Until then, he—the commander-in-chief of the Beluga Port Defense Corps and the chief of staff of the Freedom Army—is absolutely safe.

………………

"What, are you sure?!"

Under a snow pit outside the hall, lying behind the gun cart, a young man dressed as a businessman, wearing a hood and smoking a pipe, stared at his companion in astonishment: "Are you sure you didn't read it wrong?!"

"Definitely not!" The companion in the same dress nodded solemnly, pointing to the right eye patch with his thumb:

"Anson Bach, and that other guy who doesn't know his name, they're all still alive - I can see clearly with this eye!"

"Not only that, but they've already escaped from that room: Anson Bach escaped into the hall, and the other guy... I don't care, he's probably gone somewhere safe."

"Then what should I do now?!" The young man roared as if he was giving up, grabbing the turban on his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~

"The jointer in Yangfan City gave us three cannonballs in total, and one is a squib that can only breathe smoke. Now there is only one cannonball left. Do you want to push the cannon into the parliament hall?!"

Obviously, this is absolutely impossible - two people can't move a twelve-pound field gun, but when the two of them move the cannon into the parliament hall, the storm division is afraid that they have already killed the sailing city.

"Wait and see if other people will come to cover our retreat, or if the people in the hall can respond..." The companion suggested cautiously:

"Anyway, our original mission was just to create chaos. Even if we fail, it's not... bad!"

Looking at his companion's suddenly frightened expression, the young man was suddenly stunned; when he finally realized the problem, a very immature voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

"Oh oh... I see you!"

That was the only sound they heard.