I Will Be The Crowned King

Too late to think!

The moment the shadow rushed into the tent, An Sen stretched his right hand to his waist almost purely instinctively, the delicate wooden handle tightly fit his palm, and his thumb skillfully opened the hammer.

Draw your gun, aim.

The next second, the muzzles of the two black holes were aimed at each other.

An Sen was suddenly very grateful to someone who made him "soul wear" instead of "body wear" - no matter whether he is stupid or not, at least his reflexes and physical fitness are many times better than his own before the time-travel.

The person who rushed in was wearing a military uniform similar to Anson's, but it was damaged a lot, with dust and blood all over his face, and a pair of equally nervous eyes under his messy red hair.

He just stood there upright, holding the muzzle against Anson's chest and carrying a rifle with a bayonet on his shoulder.

Anson, recovering from his fear, glanced at the clothes on the opponent's body - he also seemed to be an officer of the Clovis Kingdom, so he should be able to inquire about the situation; although it might be the enemy's disguise, but he had to try.

"Uh…"

"You are really here, my adjutant!"

Before Anson could finish speaking, the officer on the opposite side made a direct steal with a look of disbelief: "Didn't you receive an order to retreat?!"

"Retreat?"

Anson looked at him in confusion, his right hand holding the gun slowly dropped.

Isn't it right, you are the attacker?

"That's right! The knights in Fort Thunder rushed out in the thick fog, and their positions were pierced; they ran, they all ran away, the retreating ones were scattered everywhere, and their weapons were thrown on the ground... Now, now Maybe our first regiment hasn't withdrawn yet!"

"A group of people, like headless flies! I managed to get them together, but it didn't turn into a rout! I thought you must have retreated long ago, just in case you came over to take a look, but I didn't expect..."

Looking at the emotional officer with cold sweat on his face, episodes of memories flashed back in Anson's mind.

Carl Bain, a native of Fort Thunder, an army captain, battalion commander of the 1st Battalion, 1st Infantry Regiment.

Basically, in the impression of "former Anson", this is a very reliable veteran, and the other party is older than him and has the same rank, so he trusts him quite a bit.

"Where are the troops now?"

Raising his hand to interrupt Carl, who looked more nervous than himself, Anson asked in a deep voice.

Right now, he seems to have no choice but to trust the other party. If it is what he said, then there are definitely enemies and rout soldiers everywhere. If you don't act with the big army, running into the battlefield alone is definitely courting death.

"At the artillery position, behind the defense line, there is also a trench that leads directly from our regiment's position there."

After taking a breath, Carl Bain put away his gun: "I told everyone to gather near the artillery base, the fog has not cleared outside, the knights of the empire, and their scumbags are searching trenches trench after trench, I won't be able to find such a back position for a while."

"How long ago did you inform?" Anson continued to ask.

Carl hesitated for a while, frowning: "Um... fifteen minutes ago? The whole regiment should have known about this meeting, and they are gathering at the artillery position."

"What about the imperial army?"

"It's almost time to come here."

Then I can't stay any longer, I have to leave here quickly.

As for whether to join the army or simply be a deserter... that is the next step!

After confirming the plan, Anson immediately began to organize his belongings - so to speak, he had nothing to bring except a diary, a saber and a revolver.

"Put away your gun and keep it just in case."

As he spoke, Carl took off the rifle he was carrying and handed it to Anson: "Leopold rifle, I picked it up, use this first."

Anson nodded slightly and took the weapon with both hands.

This is a single-shot rifle with a length of about one meter five. The bayonet is nearly two meters high. The metal barrel with a cold luster is fixed on the pure wood gun body; at the end, the center of the **** is engraved with the same nameplate of Anson. , a pattern of three overlapping rings.

The moment he held the rifle, the fragmented memories in Anson's mind gradually merged; under Carl Bain's slightly stunned gaze, he skillfully pulled off the rotating bolt and took the paper shell handed over. After the bomb is loaded, the bolt is pulled up to lock the chamber.

All in one go.

"You actually know how to use this crap? I think many people are not used to this kind of breech loading." Carl gave a thumbs up in surprise: "As expected from the capital!"

An Sen smiled inadvertently. It seemed that as the fragments of memory in his mind gradually merged, his control over his body was also increasing.

The speed of reaction, the level of physical fitness, and even the dominant hand and the instincts trained in the army, the "copywriting" that originally needed to be checked to confirm, is now completely integrated into Ansen's own consciousness, making him truly become this "new body" 's owner.

Anson looked at Carl and shoved the diary into his chest: "Let's go."

"go!"

Carl nodded again and again, he really didn't want to wait for a minute, turned his head and walked outside the tent.

At this moment, Anson's body, who was following Carl, suddenly shook, and a tear-like touch exploded under his temples with a sound of "Om!".

headache!

It hurts like being penetrated by a bayonet and then about to explode!

The pain was so painful that An Sen clenched his teeth and pressed his forehead violently, but the pain spread to his eyes like a tidal wave; at that moment, the tear-like touch made him seem to be able to see the pupils of his eyes being pierced by the tip of a knife, being picked apart, and stirred. Smash, drill, penetrate the scene!

Cold sweat ran down his temples like rain.

An Sen vaguely remembered that something similar had happened during the time travel, but the pain was a thousand times stronger than what he remembered, ten thousand times!

He wanted to stand firm first, but his body remained in the same posture as he had just stepped forward.

"Pfft!"

Losing his balance, Anson, who was kneeling on the ground, covered his head tightly; an unprecedented sense of touch was pouring into his consciousness with a tear-like pain.

Carl, who heard the sound behind him, squatted down instantly, picked up his rifle and swept behind him with his peripheral vision.

Before he could turn around, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow suddenly passing under his neck.

When he regained his senses, the slender gun body was already on his right shoulder, and the muzzle was aimed outside the tent.

"boom!"

The huge sound was accompanied by the spewing gunfire smoke, the scarlet blood flower bloomed on the pierced door curtain, and there was a sound of someone falling to the ground outside the tent. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The pervasive gunpowder slightly blew open the tent door curtain, and the figure lying in the trench outside could be slightly seen - the blue and white military uniform, the white gold iris emblem on the left arm and the shoulder, mixed with the color of blood and soil.

Soldiers of the Empire? !

The terrified Carl Bain widened his eyes.

Just half a step away... If I didn't stop just now, I'm afraid I'd be shot by this scum who was hiding outside...

"Oh, how did you find out... um!"

Carl, who had not finished speaking, was directly covered by Anson's mouth and shoved behind him; his free right hand immediately pulled out the revolver at his waist, aimed at the position where the enemy had just fallen through the tent curtain, and pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the smoke in the tent was so thick that no one could be seen.

But Anson saw it clearly.

Not only in front of him, but just now his sight passed through the tent curtain and the earth wall, and he could clearly see the two enemies hiding outside, one after the other, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

Perspective?

No... Not only that, I didn't "see" it anymore, it was more like a picture that mapped everything around me, regardless of size, in my mind.

Just like now, Anson can "see" Carl behind him staring at him in shock without turning his head.

Remaining in the same position as the last shot, Anson was no less shocked than the other party.

what is this? Ability? magic? Goldfinger?

The premonition that appeared and the symptoms were similar during the time of travel. Could it be a side effect of some kind of "soul piercing"?

Not knowing whether to be happy or frightened, Anson, who was panting slightly, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Karl, who was still in shock:

"Set off!"