I Will Be The Crowned King

In general, it turns out that the archbishop's own son, Brigadier General Ludwig Franz, really does what he says, and he is not bad for money.

Surrounded by the piles of material boxes, An Sen, who was holding the list in his hand, was really unable to say a word except for his emotion. All his original opinions about Ludwig disappeared.

With such a generous boss, no problem is a problem.

On the dazzling list, six hundred rifles and bayonets were prepared for him, plus a full set of infantry equipment; including but not limited to military uniforms, shoes and socks, windbreakers, rucksacks... basically able to arm a nearly full set of infantry equipment. corps.

In addition to these, there were also the grenades that Anson had previously requested. There were not as many as thirty boxes of grenades because they had to deduct the supplies of the Grenadiers, but more than 400 grenades were prepared, which was basically beyond Anson's expectations.

But these are nothing, because the list of accounts clearly shows that among all the supplies, there is also an infantry cannon!

Anson was shocked.

When we first met, Ludwig mentioned that the person in the army who assigned him to retake Fort Thunder was ready to see him laugh from the very beginning; therefore, apart from the artillery company brought by Ludwig himself, there was no Impossible to get any heavy fire support.

Then there is only one truth - this infantry gun was bought by Ludwig himself.

This is amazing!

However, even having fulfilled such exaggerated requirements of himself, it also proves from the side how much Ludwig desires this victory; if he can't capture Thundercastle within a month as promised...

"Hey, Captain, have you seen enough?"

The unhappy Carl Bain woke up Anson, who was still cold behind his back: "Come here if you have enough, and see these good things you got!"

Saying that, he directly pried open the wooden box in front of him, and took out a very slender and smooth rifle from it:

"Bornny rifle, this is a new light weapon that has just been put into production in the Kingdom of Clovis this year; the body of the gun is imported oak, the rifling in the barrel is also very beautiful, the trajectory is very straight, and the recoil is moderate, but the power is a little smaller, but this Not a problem - since it's a breech rifle too, you'll love it!"

"Oh?"

Anson's eyes lit up, and he took the weapon from the expressionless Carl: "Then... what's wrong with it?"

"It's no problem, that's the biggest problem!"

Carl Bain sneered until the corners of his mouth cramped: "Imported oak, good rifling, and not much recoil—this kind of gun is not used for war, it was used by nobles to hunt ducks in the manor; rifles are consumables on the battlefield, you expect that Can you help the privates maintain their weapons like a noble?!"

"My suggestion is to keep 200 rifles, find a way to dispose of the rest, and see if we can buy a thousand old rifles from the logistics staff, so that soldiers will be killed with wooden sticks in two battles. "

"..." Anson.

Putting down the "noble gun" in his arms, An Sen shifted his gaze to an empty box beside him: "Why is that box already opened?"

"Oh, it originally contained grenades."

Carl nodded and said, "Before you came back, we used a box and wanted to test how powerful it was."

I tested the power... eh?

Anson, who noticed something, turned back suddenly to look at Carl: "Why didn't I hear anything?!"

"Yes, that's the magic of it!"

Carl was also puzzled: "We used a whole box, and none of them exploded—it kept emitting white smoke and choked a lot of people."

"Oh, by the way, there is also an infantry gun." Scratching his head, he pointed behind him: "Just when you came back, where are you going to put it in the position?"

"Where's the cannon?" Anson looked in the direction he pointed.

"It's there." Cal, expressionless, poked his chin in the same direction: "Yes, that's the one."

"that's it?!"

Staring at what Karl called an "infantry cannon", Anson was stunned.

There are two more wheels under the large shotgun. Can this kind of thing also be called a "gun"? !

"It's called a one-pounder, also known as a 'bang bang gun'. I heard that some parts of the empire also call it a carrying gun - but it's really a gun." This time Carl's expression was serious:

"Of course, in addition to the range, the power is really similar to that of a larger shotgun."

"…"

Anson really couldn't say a word.

Just when he was about to fall into some kind of urge to grab the ground with his head and give up his hand, a dissonant note came from the trench behind him:

"Sir, when will dinner be served?"

"Yeah, when you called us to come, you said we were going to have dinner."

"I've been hungry for several days, can you have dinner soon?"

...Looking at the group of ragged clothes in front of him, who had absolutely nothing to do with the soldiers, Anson finally regained his senses and pressed Carl's shoulders, staring at him with puzzled eyes.

The meaning is obvious: where did these people come from, and who were they?

"Cough cough!"

With two light coughs, Carl tried his best to break off Anson's hand on his shoulder: "They... are your skirmish company."

"What?"

Anson's head was instantly empty.

Skirmishers, in the Clovis military system, are the exact opposite of privates—not in a neat formation, but dispersed in front of the formation, fighting with rapid advancement and maneuvering.

Because of this, this branch of the military has higher requirements on the physical fitness and shooting accuracy of the soldiers, and because it is not in a neat formation, the soldiers often make their own judgments on the battle situation and decide the next action.

Generally speaking, skirmishers are generally used as harassing firepower, scouts and snipers; in the Kingdom of Clovis, the rigid and rigid old tactics are no longer applicable, and new arms are born.

An Sen would be so clear about this because the "former An Sen" studied skirmishers at the Royal Military Academy.

In order to retake the fortress, short-handed offensive and defensive battles, street battles, and ambush battles are almost inevitable; line soldiers who only know rigid and rigid tactics in the chaos are far less adaptable to such battles than flexible skirmishers.

And now Ludwig threw a bunch of guys who didn't know where to him, and said they were the elites he wanted? !

The goodwill he had for the surrounding Brigadier Generals disappeared at this moment.

"Hey, that black-haired one!"

A very immature voice came from the crowd: "I'm starving to death, can't I have dinner?!"

An Sen slowly turned his head back and stared blankly at a little girl who was squeezed to the front of the crowd, with impatience written all over her face, and an illusion that was so absurd to the extreme that it seemed reasonable.

That's right, there is a little girl among such a group of "elites". What is there to be surprised about?

Carl beside him was completely numb, he took out a cigarette case from his shirt expressionlessly, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and lit it on fire—he really didn’t want to help Anson at all Clean up the mess that Anson made himself.

Sighing, Anson had to get up and go forward alone.

A little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, about half the height of a rifle; a small, thin body under a dusty, torn linen shirt; light brown hair twisted in a mess, a dirty face With a pair of green eyes, he stared at An Sen with hunger.

"Excuse me, who brought you here?" An Sen, who barely squeezed out a smile, asked the crowd.

"do not know!"

The little girl who raised her head desperately glared at An Sen, and continued to call weakly, "When will dinner start?!"

Almost at the same time as the little girl spoke, the crowd beside and behind collectively took a few steps back, staring at her and Anson without saying a word.

Holding on to the urge in his heart, An Sen had to squat down and look at the little girl:

"where is your family?"

"What's that?"

"Is it your parents, or relatives?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before!"

"..." An Sen, who had a cramp at the corner of his mouth, had to change the question:

"Who brought you here?"

"There is a guy in a cloak riding a horse who said that as long as he knows how to shoot, he can come here for dinner, and I'll bring them all!" The little girl waved her hand behind her very "imposingly", but unfortunately she was thin The thin arms show no strength at all:

"So when will dinner start?!"

"Did you bring them?" Anson felt as if he didn't hear clearly.

"it's me!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, so much that Anson almost thought she would fall:

"It's cold, and I can't find anything to eat outside. I met them on the road when I was looking around, and they wanted to rob me if they didn't have anything to eat, but they couldn't beat me, so I took them to find something to eat, and I met them on the road. The man in the cloak on horseback... here it is at last."

The little girl Lisa stammered, and the refugees behind her were described by her as like hyenas foraging for food, but Anson probably had a sense of the picture in his mind.

Although I was curious why a group of refugees couldn't even beat a little girl, and how she made Lieutenant Colonel Roman agree to bring them, but he really didn't want to worry about it now.

An Sen, who felt powerless all over his body, was silent for a long time. Looking at the little girl who was getting more and more anxious in front of him, he reluctantly squeezed out a kind smile:

"In this way, we'll have dinner right away, and when you're full, we'll go to the guy in the cloak on horseback, and ask him to arrange another place for you."

To capture the Thunder Fort, Anson needed a group of elites who were close to each other, a hunter who knew how to use cover to protect himself, who could calmly reload and shoot at any time and place within fifteen seconds, killing him in one hit.

Not a bunch of cannon fodder.

"That won't work!"

The little girl's face turned pale instantly - although her skinny face didn't show any blood at all, she grabbed An Sen's clothes in a panic:

"The guy in the cloak said, if you don't accept him, you will drive us away!"

Well, like what that brigadier general's cronies would do.

"It's cold, there's no food outside! You can let us do whatever you want, just don't drive us away!" The little girl glared at An Sen and shouted as if she didn't know what she had done wrong:

"Aren't you looking for someone who can use a gun? I'm good at shooting! Please, let's stay!"

"It's not that you know how to use a gun..."

"I really know how to use a gun! I know, I can shoot a rabbit's eye through a long distance, how can you believe me?!"

"It has nothing to do with whether you use a gun or not, from the beginning..."

Just when An Sen was a little impatient, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the hand of the little girl in front of him.

Is that... your own gun? !

Surprised, he instinctively stretched out his hand to take it back, but the little girl in front of him seemed to have guessed his action and avoided the outstretched right hand like a conjuration.

The next second, the little girl with the revolver in both hands was already standing behind him, and Anson could already hear the sound of her buckling the hammer.

not good!

Anson, who turned around suddenly, grabbed her calf; the little girl who was empty under her feet lost her balance, and her thin body fell forward uncontrollably.

The revolver in his hand was also thrown into the air.

"Snapped-!"

Taking advantage of the situation, An Sen, who was about to hold her down, didn't have time to do it. The little girl who was caught twisted around in midair, and her black feet were right in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The slender figure in the air fell into the mud pit of the trench, and, ignoring the pain, he reached out to the revolver that fell from the air like a madman.

The next second, Anson grabbed her slender arm and pushed her to the ground.

The little girl who was caught by her left leg and right hand struggled desperately, and her tiny body burst out with strength that was absolutely incompatible with her size.

"Click."

Um? !

The revolver that fell from the air landed firmly on the little girl's left hand.

Anson's eyes widened in shock.

"boom-!"

The straight trajectory of the golden-red gunfire flashed past, and before everyone noticed it, the cigarette at the corner of Karl's mouth on the opposite side was divided into two.

The stunned adjutant still maintained the posture of puffing clouds and mist, staring at the cross-section of the cigarette that had been cut off, and the index finger holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

"That's okay, okay?!"

The little girl who was screaming hoarsely threw the gun aside, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com turned her head suddenly as if she could not feel the pain, glared at An Sen with gnashing teeth, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

"Otherwise, what else do you want, say it! Let me do anything, don't drive us away!"

The stunned Anson still had the little girl's footprints on his face.

"Carl!"

"Ah? Yes!"

Carl Bain suddenly returned to God, standing there like an adjutant.

"Bring the secretary over here." An Sen said without raising his head, "Tell him to have dinner right away!"

"But it's not lunch break yet, the food in the barracks kitchen..."

"Go!"

"Yes!"

The panic-stricken Carl ran away like he was running for his life.

An Sen let go of the little girl and walked to the place where the cigarette **** fell without saying a word.

He glanced behind him, almost twelve meters away.

Twelve meters, one shot broke the cigarette, still under the premise of being completely restrained by myself...

coincide?

Even if it is, the opponent's sensitivity and reaction speed, as well as the explosive power that is completely disproportionate to the body, these are definitely not coincidences.

Slowly getting up, Anson looked at the little girl.

The little girl with stains and tears on her face noticed Anson's gaze and raised her head, nervously motionless.

The refugees she brought behind her backed away in fear, for fear of being implicated by the resistance of the little girl just now.

"you…"

An Sen, who spoke subconsciously, realized that he had never asked a very crucial question:

"What is your name?"

The nervous little girl was taken aback for a moment, and then she blurted out:

"Lisa, Lisa August!"