I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (!

In the evening, the gate of Winter Torch City.

Under the bright glow of fire, the entire Winter Torch City was immersed in the sea of ​​flames: the thick smoke billowed through the narrow streets, and there were gunshots and explosions that seemed to be celebrating.

As the militia in the city was completely wiped out after being attacked, the army outside the city could not be stationed immediately to suppress it, and the streets of all sizes fell into the hands of thugs and mercenaries.

Some of them are bandits and robbers hired by Sail City, and some are simply adventurers who have just arrived in Winter Torch City. At first, these people had some scruples and hid in their rented hotel rooms when the "official thugs" caused chaos. Here, be cautious of some malicious guests.

But when the windows of the first tavern were smashed by burning coals, the thugs who kicked the door openly swept the counter and strode away unscathed. They who could have been able to "keep caution" finally couldn't sit still. Stop it, put on a mask decisively, and join the carnival with a mess of weapons.

Of course, not all adventurers and land reclamation organizations have completely abandoned the bottom line, and some even took the initiative to stand up and assist the tavern and inn owners to strengthen their defenses and resist the mob.

For the colonists devoted to exploration and land reclamation, Winter Torch City is a city of extraordinary significance: all those who desire to seek treasures in the wild world, challenge themselves, or even start from nothing like the first colonists, own a piece of land that belongs to them. If they of their own land want to start this journey, Winter Torch City is the starting point.

In the south of it, is the "novice village" that has long been developed and matured and gradually eroded and controlled by the old world civilization; in the north of it, is a large unknown and full of mystery, the real new world!

If the Winter Torch City is burnt to the ground and this important supply station and safe house is lost, an adventure of nine-and-a-half life will turn into a lifeless adventure - no matter how much treasure and land, there is no life to take.

Even if this journey is destined to be nothing, they must defend the city under their feet, otherwise the future... there will be no future.

Taverns, hotels, shops... The two sides fought fiercely around buildings and even rooms; communities large and small became battlefields, and fierce gunfire continued to sound in the narrow streets—whether from outsiders Those who are still local indigenous people are not immune to it.

A chaotic city is a paradise for thugs, but street fighting in an unfamiliar city is a **** for the regular army: although one is close to the sea and the other is inland, the design features of Winter Torch City are exactly the same as Beluga Harbor, that is, the streets are incomparable. Narrow, intersections are endless.

This complicated terrain created endless trouble for Carl Bain, who was eager to control the city gates - because a lot of time was wasted in the militia barracks, causing the entire city to be in complete chaos when the troops set off.

Of course, if you take the road in the center of the city, it will be much faster, but the problem is that the enemy is not only numerous, but also has at least two artillery pieces - let the large army squeeze in the middle of the road without bunkers, while being shot at the same time. Running fast with the risk of being hit by artillery at all times, the probability of mutiny is 99%, at least 100%.

As an extremely cautious chief of staff infected by Anson, Carl divided the five companies at hand into three-two wing teams rushed to the city gate along the main road, two followed him from Zuocheng District to cover by the way, and the last one Break up into skirmishers, and advance towards the city gate as a semi-ranked unit.

"Damn, how many junkies are hired by the imperial people in Yangfan City!"

Looking at the dense gunfire on the opposite side, Carl, who was lying under a bar as a bunker, couldn't help but yelled: "Did they pack all the **** in the new world and deliver it to the door?!"

What responded to him was an equally dense sound of gunfire behind him - the entire row of rounds of firing lasted only one minute, and there were only corpses on the ground and backs fleeing fast.

Confirming the Road Usually, the privates who maintained the formation quickly advanced and took control of the "stronghold" that had just been occupied by the enemy; but only after advancing less than 200 meters, there were gunshots again from the left and directly ahead.

The privates who have already had "rich experience" immediately began to cover and shoot in the front row, and the rear row quickly opened up the formation; after a few rounds of confrontation, the front row retreated to make room for the line behind them, and then followed by several rounds of alignment Shoot towards the opposite side, clear the enemy and move on...the cycle goes on and on.

This extremely inefficient way of advancing makes the city gates that are close at hand seem far away like the horizon that will never be reached, and at the same time greatly tests the soldiers' ability to bear in their hearts.

But compared to the tragic end of being knocked down one by one by countless cold guns, and not knowing how to die, it is already the safest choice - as for the task of opening the city gate and letting the main force enter the city, there are naturally three other companies in charge.

In this way, at least while ensuring that the city gate can be controlled as soon as possible, there is also a worst-case scenario: the city gate has been controlled by the enemy, and after the loss of the outpost, there are still sufficient living forces to complete the task and do everything possible. The greatest possible reduction in casualties.

At the same time, in order to prevent the enemy from raiding from behind and make up for mistakes, Lieutenant Colonel Norton has rushed to the center of the city with three companies, ready to intercept the so-called "beast slave mercenary group" before the enemy starts - if it is still too late, they can still Serve as a front-line force to suppress the riots, ensuring that the Storm Division still controls some of the strongholds in the city, so that the main force can come to a center to bloom when they enter the city.

Such a prudent, sure-fire tactic that Karl is quite complacent—even if Anson executes it himself, it can't be more perfect than this.

Of course, perhaps it was because they were too secure, so that some soldiers who joined the Storm Division after the Battle of Eaglehorn City felt a little bit of unease.

"Are we really okay with this, Chief of Staff?"

A messenger sneaked up to Carl's side and couldn't help but whisper: "Commander... and Miss Talia they are still in the city, isn't it a little bit..."

"A little bit?" Carl glanced at the recruit impatiently

"A little something?"

"A little bit, the impact is not very good..." The messenger said tremblingly.

Looking at the recruit with fear written all over his face, Carl, who sighed, touched the cigarette case subconsciously, and looked at his empty right hand extremely lonely:

"Listen, I said this a long time ago, and I really don't want to repeat it if I can: You're a soldier, and your job is to obey orders -- on the basis of obeying orders, try to keep your own life as much as possible. The credit is not worth your waste of this one-time treasure."

"Another thing to tell you, this is actually a military secret: do you know what kind of soldiers are the most annoying to their comrades, and they are especially not entertained at the commander's place?"

"how is it like?"

"Extremely self-righteous, the kind who is keen to think for the sake of the superior - such as you."

"..."

After cleaning up the messengers who wanted to improve too much, Carl stood up from the bunker with an extremely uncomfortable expression, and waved his big hand forward:

"Continue - move forward to the city gate, pay attention to safety!"

As for a certain bastard, instead of worrying about him, Carl is more worried that if the beast slave mercenaries are dealt with too tragically, it is likely that the fools of the Free Confederation will have some "special" misunderstanding of the empire's combat power.

………………

"Everyone - keep their heads down!"

Anson roared, the "dagger" revolver in his right hand spewed anger unhurriedly, piercing through the figures that rushed into the hall one after another; the hideous face was torn apart under the whistling lead bullet, and the blood was sprayed on the wall together with the blood. .

The sound of gunshots that pierced the eardrum echoed under the vault of the hall, along with the screams and shouts of killing outside the walls, the walls vibrated slightly, and the falling gravel; Members of Parliament" were now bloodless, huddled and shivering under long tables and chairs.

In fact, without Anson's special instructions, they would never take the initiative to stand up; even if almost each of them did not carry a weapon, if they cooperated well, they would even be torn to pieces if the enemy rushed into the hall.

But even if they were willing to volunteer, Anson wouldn't dare to pin the decisive factor of the success or failure of the plan on such a group of people - there are not many people he can trust in this regard, and he is one of them.

So he adopted a compromise method: block the main entrance of the hall with obstacles, so that the enemy can only attack the hall from the left two and the right one, and the three side doors; and then divide the hall into two parts, the front and the rear, with chairs and long tables. They were responsible for hiding in the bunkers behind, and they were responsible for confronting the attackers who rushed in.

In Anson's eyes, this is the "safest" approach.

"boom--!"

A shot blasted the head of the beast slave, the blood mixed with debris was sprayed on the wall, but the body was still charging with the gun; backhand took the weapon, Anson lifted the gun and kicked the corpse to the hapless man behind him, and then used His weapon was refilled.

The hot lead bullet swept low from the **** neck and hit the second head at the back with precision.

"How many weapons did these guys get..."

Glancing at the rifle he just grabbed, Anson muttered to himself - this is no longer the firepower that ordinary mercenaries can have. Did they take down the arsenal of Winter Torch City?

No, no, no? Wouldn't there really be a colonial militia so weak that even a bunch of beast slaves couldn't beat it?

With the help of his abilities, An Sen could see that not only did he rush in, but even the beast slave mercenaries who were outside trying to besiege the Council were holding one in their arms, and at the same time carrying at least one rifle behind them, even their armed belts. Two... elites to this level, it really makes people seriously doubt whether they are here to assassinate.

And that's not the biggest surprise - they also have a twenty-four pounder!

Although it is an old and outdated old model, the biggest feature of a front-mounted artillery is that its tonnage and caliber will never lie; easy.

Once the opponent succeeds, even if Ansen exposes his identity as a spell caster, he will not be able to stop hundreds of bloodthirsty beast slave mercenaries; of course, the premise is that he has not been beaten by a steady stream of mercenaries before that. into a sieve.

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

The pitch-black muzzle made a loud noise again, and Anson, who was alone, was like a walking artillery. The whistling lead bullets rushed to the front and rear entrances of him. The penetrated body fell neatly to the ground, blood like a stream. flow.

But then there were more beast slave mercenaries rushing into the hall, rushing towards the thin figure holding the revolver, and even turning a blind eye to the miserable appearance of their companions.

At this point, An Sen can finally conclude that the other party is coming for him; especially the eyes of those beast slave mercenaries looking at him, they don't seem to be looking at the enemy at all, more like...

"Barbecue!"

Um?

The abrupt shout made An Sen stunned for a moment, and the beast slave who rushed up from behind almost split his head with an axe; An Sen, holding the bayonet, ripped open the opponent's neck sideways, and looked dazedly in the direction of the sound.

The pale-faced Paulina suddenly stood up at some point, shouting and pointing back tremblingly: "Behind the barbecue grill, I heard footsteps - they are outside!"

As soon as the words fell, the congressmen hiding behind the hall were all shocked, and turned their heads in horror to look at the small door behind the barbecue grill in the hall, terrified like livestock waiting to be slaughtered in a pigsty.

That's right, in addition to the front three, the parliament has a fourth entrance - the lounge that was blasted to pieces by a twelve-pounder.

In order to prevent someone from entering the hall from the lounge, the "ingenious" Speaker of Winter Torch City moved the barbecue grill out of the big fireplace and blocked the door in advance; but for a group of enemies who are likely to have artillery, this is obviously not insurmountable. hindrance.

"Polina, get down!"

At the moment of shouting, An Sen had already snatched the beast slave mercenary's weapon, directly stuffed the dagger barrel into the beast slave mercenary's mouth, aimed at the companion behind him and pulled the trigger.

Having had the experience at the Rune Mansion, Paulina squatted down without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, there was a deafening loud noise behind her; panicked screams echoed around her, like **** falling from the sky.

The girl holding her head closed her eyes tightly and shivered for more than ten seconds, but she did not wait for the loud volley of guns or the roar of cannons that she imagined, and even the screams around her could not be heard.

Ugh?

The stunned Paulina opened her eyes, and a petite figure swept past her eyes, like a soaring swallow.

"Ann-Sen-!!!!"

The girl jumped up from the long table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and threw the Leopold rifle in her arms at Anson who had emptied the magazine.

The pitch-black wooden gun body with a bright silver tip turned into a silver wheel, which ran through the entire hall unstoppably.

"coming!"

Anson raised his right hand with the corner of his mouth raised, and caught Leopold steadily without looking at it.

"boom--!"

One after the other, on the head and chest, the beast slave mercenary who had just rushed into the hall was directly smashed into slag.

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