I Will Be The Crowned King

When the cannonball hit the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent.

The black shadow with a terrifying whistling sound landed near the two of them, and the entire ground cracked, and piles of earth and rocks rushed into the sky like a geyser.

The air waves of the cannonball hit him and the young knight directly, and they were thrown into the trench ten paces away with a loud noise. Pieces of earth and stones fell from the sky, burying them below .

An Sen, who was on his back, only felt that his mind was blank, and the bones all over his body seemed to be about to be broken, and the pain was so painful that he gritted his teeth.

The young knight next to him lay motionless on his shoulders, seemingly fainted.

Ten minutes later, Anson, who was "buried alive" in the trenches, heard footsteps coming from outside.

"Is it this way?"

"Uh... I remember it seems to be here."

"What is it like?!"

Well, the voice should be Carl Bain.

An Sen breathed a sigh of relief, struggling to hold up his body.

Soon, a group of Clovis privates dug him and the young knight out of the trenches in a hurry amid Carl's scolding. But without losing the happy expression.

The wrong cannonball was used on the battlefield, which almost killed his titular commander—how can I explain this to be justifiable and convincing, and not to be shot dead by the other side?

"That... I know you want to shoot me right now, but please believe that this is what happened, it... "

"Come on."

An Sen waved his hand helplessly, and when he decided to use this cannon, he was mentally prepared.

Of course, it was the preparation for the whole army to be defeated by the artillery blasting, not the preparation for being targeted too accurately by one's own people and almost being blown up by one cannon.

Thick gunpowder smoke mixed with fog filled the surroundings. On the besieged position, there was no more shadow of an imperial soldier except for the corpse. Only the tattered golden iris flags were still hunting in the cold wind.

"The enemy retreated?"

Karl, who was standing beside Anson, coughed twice: "Yes! Those scumbags of the empire saw their knight master being shelled with you... Cough, all in all, they all ran away."

"I haven't had time to ask about the casualties, but apart from that charge, there were almost none, and there were many dead people on the ground too—I don't know how many people would have died if they had chosen to break out of the siege, but it was definitely more than now... a lot more. ."

Carl sighed: "Captain Anson Bach, we won...you won."

"Won?"

Anson, who was muttering to himself, raised his head and glanced at the surrounding battlefield with still some blurred vision.

"The fog...is about to disperse."

"Well, it's about to leave."

Carl nodded. He was standing in the trench now, and he could see the artillery positions 100 meters away.

"Then, the enemies also retreated."

"Yes, there are still a lot of people who escaped..."

Before Karl, who subconsciously spoke, was stunned.

He turned his head stiffly, and then saw that Anson was also staring at him, and the two with the same nervous expressions looked in the direction of Fort Thunder Fortress.

The fog dissipated, and the soldiers of the Empire retreated. Couldn't the defenders of Fort Thunder be able to shell the positions? !

"What about this guy?" The pale-faced Carl pointed at the young knight who fainted.

"take away!"

A group of people hurriedly **** the unconscious Louis, and without turning their heads, ran wildly in the direction of the artillery base.

Almost at the same time as they rushed into the fortress, a red light like the setting sun lit up above the fortress of Thunder Fortress.

"Boom-!!"

The shelling began with a loud roar like thunder and rubble flying all over the sky.

Mortars, howitzers, cannons... Countless heavy artillery roared in anger, pouring out dazzling lights in the direction of the artillery base, symbolizing death.

Countless artillery shells, dragging incomparably bright bullet marks under the sky, fell from the sky like pouring rain; ; Or it exploded in mid-air, and hundreds of lead bullets blazed out of it;

Not only the artillery bases, but the entire siege position was screaming mournfully in the frenzied bombardment—pieces of temporary fortifications were either smashed to rubble, or burned in the fire; the cold soil in winter was baptized by fire and air waves Cracked and collapsed.

The privates who had just repelled several times the enemy didn't even have time to celebrate. They spread out one by one and hid in every corner of the fortress.

Even the excited Carl Bain was pale at the moment, looking at Anson in a panic, and the young knight **** behind him:

"I said, who on earth did you bring back and let the other side shoot so hysterically?!"

"Imperial knights seem to be nobles."

"Nonsense, I know he's a nobleman, I'm asking for his name!" Carl's voice became a little hysterical.

"Well...it seems to be called Louis Bernard."

"what?!"

Carl, who was bloodless in an instant, rushed up and grabbed Anson's collar under the fire of artillery fire, staring at the relaxed face with frightened and angry eyes: "My adjutant! You, you know. What is the name of the imperial general in the fortress?!"

"do not know."

Anson shook his head honestly.

"Kroger Bernard, the high-ranking knight of the empire, the heir to the Grand Duchy of Adelaide, you have captured his younger brother!"

Roaring this sentence with all his strength, Carl, who was in a state of despair, let go of the expressionless Anson's collar, paralyzed aside as if he had been drained of strength, and kept muttering "Death", "It's over" or something like that.

An Sen, who was leaning against the parapet, was extremely relaxed at the moment.

The other party fired artillery, which meant that they would not attack until the end of the artillery bombardment; it was so messy that the entire siege position was scattered, and the untargeted carpet bombardment proved that they fired directly without adjusting the artillery position.

In other words, this is just a retaliatory attack from the enemy's momentary anger. It is the least threatening of all attacks, and it can also consume the enemy's artillery shells by the way.

The real worry is what to do after the shelling is over.

Although the possibility is slim, if the main force on your side is really frightened by the enemy's round of surprise attacks, and if you don't dare to counterattack knowing that the position has not been lost, then it will be completely over.

On his side there is only one heavy artillery and a force of over 200 men. On the opposite side, there is a fortress with artillery support. He has several times his own infantry, and it is said that there are cavalry. No matter whether he is defending the fortress or retreating, there is absolutely no way to survive.

If that step is reached, a preparatory plan that has just been unearthed will be activated... Anson, with an expressionless face, slowly turned his head back, looking at Louis Bernard, who was asleep in a coma, with pure eyes like a treasure.

Although some of them were unkempt in the trenches, and their bodies were covered in blood, but if you look closely, they are still quite delicate, and the faces under the bright blond hair are slightly baby faces. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

I hope that Lord Kroger Bernard can give up their military exploits of more than 200 heads for his lovely younger brother...

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the cannons finally stopped.

Fire and gunpowder smoldered over the siege position that had completely changed its appearance.

The battlefield became silent again.

In the silent fort, the frightened soldiers looked at each other, everyone wanted to know what was going on outside, and no one dared to stick their heads out.

Carl Bain, who looked like a dead man, slumped to the ground, his whole body exuding an aura of despair.

An Sen, who looked around, sighed and stood up.

The moment he got up, he could feel how many pairs of eyes were staring at him from behind; with a little unease, he looked in the direction of Thundercastle.

Then he was stunned.

The fortress in the distance opened the gate of the city defense, but there were no troops out of the city to fight; some were just the imperial soldiers who had just been defeated under the artillery fortress and fled.

There is no attack, which means...

Anson looked back immediately, his eyes widened.

Under the rising sun, under the clear sky.

A familiar touch of red and black was gradually filling the entire horizon as far as he could see.

The color is like a quiet tide, over the small hills at the end of the line of sight, and stretches out on the ground with neat steps and columns.

The cavalry headed by them held high the battle flag, and on the black flag, the blood-red unicorn sighed in the sky.

Looking at the neatly lined up and fighting spirit, An Sen raised the corners of his mouth and kicked Carl, who was still pretending to be dead, on the shoulder:

"Hey, get up and see, our reinforcements are here."