I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 159

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Just as Fabian was determined to gamble in the dilemma, the main force of the coalition forces heading north was also led by An Sen, advancing towards the battlefield of Barren Stone Castle in confusion.

Between the endless mountains of Aiden, this army brought together the farmers of Thun, the tramp of Clovis, the rout of Carindia, and the people of Aiden... a hodgepodge of troops, pulled out between the winding and rugged mountain roads. Incredibly long queue.

"So why is our destination at Barren Rock Castle instead of going straight to the main battlefield along the road - if it's really too late, as you said?"

Reno, riding a sorrel pony, turned his head to ask Anson, while pretending not to see his trembling body on horseback.

Even after a few months in Han soil, after countless marches and secret private practice, Anson found himself very resistant to "horse riding"—or, rather, having a living thing under him.

When everything was going well before, he could use the excuse of "sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers" to ask all the officers to walk with him as a deputy commander.

But now it's an urgent march... Although he knew it would be embarrassing, he could only mount the horse.

But there is a saying that is very good: as long as you are not embarrassed, the embarrassment is someone else's - Anson feels that this sentence is very in line with his current state.

"It's because it's too late, so we have to go to the Barren Stone Castle."

Feeling the countless pairs behind him constantly trying to avoid his gaze, An Sen, who maintained high-frequency shaking for a long time, said very seriously: "Otherwise, it's really too late!"

"Why?" Lenore's attention was all focused on the map in his hand, as if talking to himself.

“Because mobilizing an army for a long-distance march is a very complicated and extremely difficult thing,” Anson explained:

"Let ten people arrive at the destination at the same time, and let a thousand people arrive at the destination at the same time, the difficulty in the middle is not just as simple as a hundred times the number of people."

"And our coalition has a total of 20,000 people. To change the destination, we need to do two things immediately - first, re-plan the marching route, and second, communicate this new plan to 20,000 people."

"It takes time, and we don't have much time left."

"But you don't need to tell 20,000 people." The keen Lenore immediately discovered the loophole behind the problem:

"You just need to tell two hundred company commanders."

"This is not the point, the point is that we have no time to waste." Anson interrupted:

"Rather than wasting time re-planning the route, let the soldiers march faster according to the established plan, this is always right?"

That's true... Leno, who frowned slightly, nodded. According to the original plan, a rapid march would be more efficient. Maybe it would be faster than turning around, but...

"You really don't want to die because you think Claude Francois is dead and don't want to be buried with him?"

"Of course not!" Anson stared at Lenore with seriousness:

"Renault is my cousin, the entire Francois family is my relative, and the land is my ally - how could I do such a thing to my relatives and allies?!"

In the face of Anson's so thorough revealing of his heart, his eyes that were so clear that they couldn't be clearer, even Lenore, who had always had no trust in the Clovis people,...

Well, it doesn't matter if he doesn't believe it anyway.

"And what's more important is that even if we don't change the marching route and force the march on the original route, it is very likely that we will not be able to reach the destination on the scheduled time!" Anson added.

Lenore's expression was slightly embarrassed.

As the westernmost territory of Hantu, the Principality of Aydin, whose only specialty is goat, is not only rugged terrain, covered with uninhabited hills, forests and swamps, but also seriously lacks a mature and reliable transportation network - except for the traffic trunks running through the east and west, the rest All of them are mountain forest trails, which cannot be used for the passage of large-scale army.

Aiden, one of the two most powerful duchies in the dignified Hantu, can't even repair a road?

In the face of the collective complaints from all the soldiers of the coalition forces except the Aiden Corps and the officer corps, Lenore could only rely on his own memory to draw a "shortcut" on the map that could lead directly from the Salty Village to the Barren Stone Fort, and said As soon as three days, they will be able to join Claude Francois.

Today is the fourth day after their departure. What the coalition forces see in front of them are still the familiar mountains and mountains, and it is still a long way from seeing the Barren Stone Fortress.

Then the heir to Aiden found out that he had made a very fatal mistake... He calculated the time based on his previous impressions, completely ignoring how huge a march of two or three thousand people and tens of thousands of people would be. difference.

Those mountain trails with no planning and no maintenance, and no reliable water sources and fixed supply stations along the way, may be ok for a march that barely carries a few thousand people; but for a half army of nearly 20,000 people, it is a battle. A real disaster!

All the problems revolve back to the old problem - the entire vast land from top to bottom, there is no experience in large-scale army marching and combat!

Because of their inexperience, they easily overestimate or underestimate themselves and the enemy, and make judgments that are diametrically opposite to the facts; they often find themselves unable to exert their "real strength", and the enemy's actions can always be "unexpected." ".

It is very rude to say that although the cooperative relationship with Hantu is more "closer", if he has to choose, Anson would rather fight against Major General Ludwig Franz than with another Hantu Legion" Fight alongside".

Even with a "300,000 army", the Hantu people's understanding of war still remains in the battle of a few thousand people and one or two infantry divisions.

And even when there were only four or five thousand levies in Fort Thunder, Ludwig's understanding of the "battlefield" was never limited to the small fortress in front of him.

The battlefield map far in the southwest will also appear on his desk; Clovis's powerful railway system is regarded by him as the strongest logistical support.

In this war that determines the fate and belonging of Hantu, the "backward" place of Hantu has never been just about weapons and methods of training soldiers... Or the issue of weapons and army formation is just the limitation of all other problems. .

What is truly "backward" is the indiscriminate crushing from top to bottom, and the "chasm" that weak countries cannot bridge and bridge with "courage" and "determination" in the face of strong countries.

"That...that's the real difference between us and them!" Kasper Herrede, who was shaking his gray beard, roared loudly.

In front of him, the iris flag, trimmed with golden tassels, fluttered in the wind; the line infantry of the two thousand Imperial Expeditionary Forces had already assembled on the ground.

Looking down from a high altitude, the thin front is like a thin "blue line" across the middle of the road on the ground mixed with brown, gray and green.

In the distance, the Hantu Legion that was marching had noticed the "small" obstacle in front of them, and began to gradually slow down their marching speed. Approach slowly.

The speed of the Hantu Legion's march is not fast, and it can never be called "orderly"... But in the face of an absolutely crushing force, this slender blue line really looks like it is just a line that needs to be crossed. line only.

"It was us who created the first civilization of the ordered world; it was us who established a country that united the whole world, it was us... who brought order, prosperity... and hope to this world!"

"The empire...is everything, everything...belongs to the empire!"

"We have given the Clovis people the opportunity to join us. We have persuaded the Hantu people that as long as they don't oppose the empire, they don't need to worry about their demise. With the broadest mind, we will give civilization to these backward and unblooming regions. People, I wish them the right direction."

"We are so generous, what have we gained?"

"Betrayal! The most shameful, most ruthless betrayal!"

"The self-righteous Clovis turned down the Empire's invitation, and the lowly Homlanders abandoned the Empire's sincerity—they jumped up and 'united', feeling that as long as they hugged together, the Empire would take them away There's a way!"

"Is this true?!" Kasper growled.

"Do not--!!"

Two thousand Imperial soldiers with blushing faces and thick necks responded to their commander-in-chief with dazzling bayonets and voices blasting from their throats.

"Well said, right!"

Kasper opened his right hand and slammed it in front of him, then clenched his fists violently: "I never agree with other people's ideas, but your answer is so-so reasonable!"

"Dealing with these ruthless and unjust, **** who don't know how to hurt if you don't beat them, bastards! It's useless to talk about it, there is no objection to criticism, and insults to them will not be taken seriously."

"Only hit! Hit hard until they can't shout at all, until they can't shout!"

"My dear friend, your deputy commander told me to be lenient to the Hantu people, to accept their captivity and surrender, and to let the Hantu people know that the empire is benevolent."

"But I don't agree! It's our kindness that gives them the opportunity; it's our magnanimity that makes things like this happen again and again."

"And today, we will end it all!"

"Across from us, is the army of 100,000 Hutu, which these garbage can gather, all the men of Hutu! They wear the military uniforms sold to them by the Clovis, and use them to steal from the Iser elves. The weapons that came, vowed to challenge the empire..."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Kasper's face: "I think we should give them this chance."

Behind him, the 40,000-strong soil army was still unfolding the front line in an orderly manner. At the same time, lightly armed reconnaissance cavalrymen left the team and searched the surrounding wilderness to confirm whether there were any enemies in ambush.

Despite his confidence, it was just a "personality" that Claude Francois used to suppress his vassals; he could not be cautious in the battle that would decide the fate of Han Soil and Francois.

In particular, the enemy army in front of him, who seemed to be blocking his pursuit, made him even more vigilant - if it was him, would he do this?

of course not.

2,000 vs. 40,000... No matter how advantageous the terrain, no matter how elite the soldiers are, they won't last long; instead of sacrificing this force for such meaningless delays, it is better to throw them into the battle to annihilate the frontier army. Make some sense.

Well, in fact, if it weren't for the importance of the fortress of the top of the tower, Claude Francois would have liked to see Archduke Aiden defeated, or even wiped out.

Therefore, if the other party is not so arrogant, thinking that 2,000 people can hold him back, then it must be a trap.

Trick yourself into an all-out onslaught, and the cavalry pounces on the flanks and rear of the traps leading to the collapse of the entire line.

Caspar Herrede, is this the only trick you can do... Claude Francois sneered, raising his hand to look at Henares behind him:

"Array - let the artillerymen get ready as soon as possible, and send some Clovis and Iser's 'local products' to the imperial people to try!"

"As ordered!"

Henares, who responded with a bang, turned and left. Ten minutes later, the artillerymen who pulled the artillery down from the artillery carriage formed a straight line in front of the front row of black steel. UU read www.uukanshu. com is ready for launch.

"...Now that they have come over, they are showing off their might, setting up artillery positions in front of the empire, pretending to say that they are also a modern civilized country."

"But that's just a lie, a ridiculous lie; we have to help them, help this group of stinky fish and shrimps to see clearly, no matter how many advanced weapons they have, whether they have a king, whether it is with some evil country form an alliance..."

"None of them can change the fact that they are savage and backward!"

"It's impossible to leave a single scratch on the glory of the empire!"

"When their corpses covered the land of Aiden, when their cries and wailing echoed over the deserted stone castle, when the Clovis abandoned them completely, when they knelt down and begged for mercy..."

"Soldiers, shall we show the mercy of the Empire?"

Kasper, who spread his hands out, asked his soldiers again yin and yang.

"Do not--!!"

The imperial soldiers, once again responded to their commander with a uniform roar.

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Kill them all—!!"

"It makes so much sense!" Casper was so excited that he couldn't extricate himself:

"You! Me! Us! It's so...that makes so much sense!"

"If that's the case, then come on!"

"Let me see, and let them see!"

"With the death of 100,000 people, let the whole world witness the wrath of the empire together!"

Amid the frenzied cheers and the cannon fire of the Great Earth Army, the ecstatic Kasper Hered raised his hands high, showing an expression of incomparable intoxication.

The battle to decide the fate of Hantu begins.

Chapter end

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