I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (!

In the roar that shook the earth, the blazing white light instantly took away everyone's vision, and a lead-grey mushroom cloud slowly rose outside the gate of the parliament.

The violent air wave then spread, and the entire siege position was wiped out instantly with gunpowder smoke. Countless dust and rubble, sandbags and building ruins were scraped into the sky, and even many beast slave mercenaries who could not dodge were also affected. The screams didn't have time to grow invisible wings.

Of course, except for a certain big sheriff - the moment the explosion sounded, she had already hid in the bunker furthest away from the bombing point, and at the same time grabbed the corpses of two beast slave mercenaries to block it, her petite body Curled into a ball, perfectly avoiding the most dangerous few seconds.

Xie Glenn, who was stunned in place, was not so lucky. He was thrown out by the air wave like a broken sack, and the back of his head slammed into the bulge on the ground. In a trance, he opened his bloodshot eyes and happened to see the bomb The twenty-four-pounder that flew to the sky...

At this moment, "stunned" is no longer enough to describe Xie Glenn's mood... It's almost like a dream.

He really didn't know what had happened in less than a minute since he ordered the firing.

No, more than that, Winter Torch City, the Council... what exactly happened there?

He... didn't they have no guards, just a Clovis garrison commander, and traitors from the imperial colonies?

But the reality has not allowed the beast slave mercenary leader to figure it out... Ansen, who was hiding in the thick fog, raised the "dagger" and pulled the trigger again.

The lead bullet rubbed with [Rising Fire] shrieked harshly, bursting with dazzling streamers in a dense fog.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and Xie Glenn, who slowly opened his eyes, reflected the dazzling fiery in his pupils, getting closer and closer, swallowing his vision bit by bit, and then...

"boom--!"

Accompanied by a sudden loud noise, a huge fireball rose on the right side of the mercenary leader, and more than a dozen beast slave mercenaries who had no time to dodge were instantly engulfed, without even a single scream.

Dozens of them that were a little closer were either blown away or swept away by flames or heat waves, rolling on the ground with their wounds in their hands and screaming.

Um?

Xie Glenn was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised that he was not dead, and the corners of his mouth even showed a "lucky" arc on his sluggish cheeks.

But Anson wasn't going to give him a chance to regain his senses. He continued to hide behind the thick fog. He moved quickly and pulled the trigger. He single-handedly suppressed the firepower of half an artillery company.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-!"

Four flames dragging tail flames rushed out from all corners of the smoke, blasting large and small fireballs one after another on the siege position of the beast slave mercenaries; each explosion would take away at least a dozen lives, and at the same time, hard work The hard-to-complete fortifications were also directly flattened.

Under the blessing of "Anonymous Glasses", the beast slave mercenaries who were originally extremely sensitive to the caster's breath could not judge Anson's position at all, and even didn't realize it at the moment before the explosion.

In the rumbling sound, the originally orderly positions were in chaos, and the frightened beast slave mercenaries could not maintain the most basic order, or they did not have the so-called order... In the smoke of the explosion Running around, as if to escape unprovoked shelling.

For the beast slaves in the new world... or should say any "local army", it is very rare to encounter shelling, or the number of artillery on both sides is generally not large enough to form a layer of suppressing firepower, so Naturally, they will not master the common sense and experience of the old world army of "scattering to avoid and hide on the spot".

Of course, even if they have experience, in front of Anson who has a "full map vision", the results will not make any difference.

The beast slave mercenaries who had progressed smoothly in the first place were instantly stunned, and they cried out like frightened birds. Many mercenaries even carried the stolen property and weapons on their backs, preparing to sneak away quietly in the chaos.

After all, they are just a group of mercenaries. Xie Glenn, the "leader", is at most a project contractor. As workers, they are naturally able to do what they can, and if they can't, they carry a bucket and run away. They do not have the noble sentiment of being loyal to the boss to the death.

Therefore, after suffering a setback with a relatively large casualty, the originally hundreds of beast slave mercenary group, like ice and snow under the sunlight, began to rapidly "melt" in a position where the smoke was reckless.

The speed is so fast that a certain mercenary leader can even observe with the naked eye that the soldiers around him are mysteriously disappearing one by one. He, the mercenary leader, is rapidly "downgrading" to a battalion commander, and it will not be long before he becomes a battalion leader. Become a company commander.

"Everyone move me! Attack, attack!"

Amidst the billowing gunpowder smoke, Xie Glenn, who was anxious to get up, didn't care about being dizzy, picked up a rifle and shouted around: "Victory is near, rush rush... let me rush!"

Looking at the suddenly nervous leader, the few remaining beast slaves and mercenaries who had not run away, or had not had time to run away, looked at each other and looked at him with the eyes of a patient.

"You idiots! Idiots!"

Xie Glenn cursed in his heart, of course he wanted to point his nose to scold these incompetent subordinates, but the current situation clearly did not allow it: "Look, the door has been slammed open by us, and nothing can stop us. Attacked in!"

"Those meat tickets inside... Even if they have one or two guns, what about a dozen guns? We have hundreds! One charge can end the battle and let them be captured!"

"Fleeing at this time is to worry that you will not die fast enough - the enemy has at least six or seven thousand people outside, and there are more than one thousand troops in the city. Do you think you can escape?!"

The mercenaries immediately came to a realization, and they expressed their willingness to fight to the death for the old man—for the head of the regiment.

"Captain, the flag!"

A clever mercenary quickly picked up the broken flag from the ground and handed it over with the rifle on his back: "And your weapon, I've prepared it for you."

"very good!"

After taking the battle flag, Xie Gren, who didn't think much of it, launched the attack first; some of the beast slave mercenaries followed with shouts like battle roars, constantly attracting the scattered mercenaries around them to move closer to them, rolling like a snowball. The bigger, dashed towards the parliament gate destroyed by shells.

At the same time, the strange "cannon sound" inside the parliament gate seemed to have come to an end, and it did not continue to sound again; it seemed to be good news for the beast slave mercenaries who had just been blown into a mess of sand.

But Shegren, who has a little understanding of artillery, is very clear that with the density of the opponent's fire just now, there is probably an artillery company hidden in the hall; and when the imperial artillery company is fully staffed, there are eight to twelve artillery pieces plus one Hundreds of soldiers.

The other party suddenly ceased fire, perhaps because the artillery had run out of shells or the artillery had just been blown up by a 24-pounder, perhaps... to give himself a "surprise" when he rushed through the gate.

Thinking of this, Xie Glenn, who took the lead in the charge, slowed down a little and let the beast slave mercenaries who were screaming behind him pass him; the one who stood in front of him happened to be the clever mercenary who just handed him the battle flag.

Shegren silently prayed to the Three Old Gods for him in the bottom of his heart - I hope that when the Clovis people open fire, it is best to kill them with one shot.

Of course, even if the opponent can hide an artillery company in the hall, given the disparity in strength and the narrowness of the battlefield, winning is an inevitable result; the opponent's sacrifice will never be wasted, and he will become a stepping stone to his own victory.

"Attack-attack-ah-!!!!"

Amid the shouting like a broken bamboo, the fall of the parliament was close at hand; the beast slave mercenaries who were about to be scattered only a few minutes ago seemed to have regained their savage and bloodthirsty courage, and greedily roared at their prey.

In the hall, the deputies had already hid in the bunker at the moment of the sound of the cannon, and covered their mouths with their hands bloodless, as if they would not be discovered as long as this was the case.

Slowly taking off the monocle on his face, Anson's expressionless mouth was still a little proud; like a magician who had carefully prepared for the performance, waiting for the audience's final cheers.

He took out his Inquisitor's pocket watch, stared at the cover, and counted again in his mind: three, two, one...

"Storm division - horizontal team deployment!"

The command voice, so cold that it did not contain any emotion, sounded right behind the siege position.

After untold hardships, Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell, who had killed more than a dozen streets, finally arrived at the parliament in the city center with his only three private companies.

Relying on the perimeter of the siege position, more than 200 line soldiers quickly spread out from ten columns into four columns, raised their Leopold rifles, quickly loaded ammunition and locked their guns amid the roars of the sergeant and platoon leaders. machine, take aim.

"Shoot by column - fire!"

Intensive gunfire exploded behind the beast slave mercenaries, and a "smoke wall" of gunfire flickered on the ruined position.

There was almost no time to think. As soon as Xie Glenn, who was still running wildly, turned his head, he heard the screams coming from behind him. The team of hundreds of people fell down like a pile of weeds swept by a sickle.

The beast slave mercenaries immediately realized the danger, and many people instinctively turned around and crouched down, raised their weapons, and prepared to counterattack while the other party opened fire.

They were greeted by another row of neat, uninterrupted firing.

"boom--!!!!"

Pull the bolt, load the paper case, lock the bolt, and fire... The Leopold rifle, which was treasured by a certain commander in chief, has nearly twice the rate of fire of the front-loading rifle by shortening the shooting process. Even if the troops are equal, they can still exert the effect of suppressing firepower.

When I was in Hantu, because of limited financial resources and logistical difficulties, I could only equip small-scale equipment, so this situation was not obvious; but in the new world, the storm division with financial freedom had a Leopold, fighting a group of hands. Indigenous mercenaries who only have second-hand or even homemade firearms are simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

The fortifications of the siege position were destroyed, and the only 24-pounder gun that could pose a deadly threat was blasted into the sky... The Storm Division privates could maintain a fixed formation without any worries, and buckle at the prey in the shooting field. Pull the trigger until you run out of ammunition in your carry-on.

Perhaps it was because they realized that it was too late to escape, or because the raid came too fast and it was not time to wake up. The beast slave mercenaries bathed in the dense rain of bullets seemed extremely tenacious. They either continued to charge with a roar, or turned around. fight back.

But no matter what kind of them, the firepower was scattered and the formation was compact, and they were killed before they had time to shoot; roars and screams were mixed in the airtight gunshots, like an urgent and exciting melody.

From the siege position to the parliament gate, the short distance of less than 100 meters has become a road of death that cannot be crossed at all.

The gunshots lasted for a full two minutes, and the expressionless Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell drew his saber and issued an order to completely destroy the enemy.

"Charge - on the bayonet!"

In the roar, the troopers of the storm division line got up one after another, and regardless of the hot muzzle still smoking, they impatiently pulled out the bayonet and installed it on the card slot, followed by the queue and rushed to the chaotic beast slave mercenaries. them.

Some young soldiers who were not very confident in their own knife skills also deliberately left the bullets unfired, and their nervous right index finger was always on the trigger, preparing to give a "surprise" to the enemy who wanted to fight with them.

In the face of the storm division soldiers who kept four lines and rushed towards him, the beast slave mercenaries who finally survived the intensive shooting finally collapsed.

The defense line of the temporary organization was collapsed at a touch, and the soldiers of the storm division rushed into the core of the beast slave mercenary group like cutting butter without hindrance. Like a feat that fell from the sky.

Xie Glenn, who originally charged with the battle flag high, chose to lie down as soon as the gunshot rang, and let the subordinates behind him block countless lead bullets for him.

But even so, Shegren still didn't dare to let go of the flag in his hand - he still hasn't completely lost the battle, as long as he grabs the parliament in front of the Clovis, and the commander-in-chief who controls the members and the Clovis is taken as a hostage , he is likely to come back!

With the last glimmer of hope of looking at the dawn of victory, the mercenary leader slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and was surprised to find that the beast slave mercenary who handed him the flag was just getting up, and he was also looking at himself in surprise.

Xie Glenn's face immediately showed a bit of surprise. He believed that with the intelligence and ingenuity shown by the opponent before~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he would definitely understand his delicate tactics and win the final victory for himself!

But what confuses him is that the mercenary who picked up his weapon and got up was not walking towards the gate of the parliament, but was walking towards himself, and he was getting closer, closer, and closer...

"Boom!"

The expressionless beast slave mercenary lifted the **** of his gun and smashed it heavily on the back of Xeglen's head.

After confirming again and again that the other party had passed out, he threw away the weapon with a terrified face, dragged the other party's body towards the gate of the parliament, and shouted while dragging:

"Don't shoot! I...I got our leader!"

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