I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 190

"October 3rd, sunny."

"It turns out that I made a serious mistake."

"As the main executor (one of) of Mr. Anson Bach's 'Great Western Front' plan, I, Captain Fabian, and Chief of Staff Karl all agree that this is an imaginative and imaginative perfect plan. "

"Of course, the two of them have a little disagreement about this; but it doesn't matter, after all, everyone has their own ideas, and some contradictions will inevitably arise."

"Well, it's not really a contradiction at all: Lord Karl firmly believes that either Lord Anson Bach is mad, or he is mad; Captain Fabian has shown that he has become an administrator. potential, and tactfully expressed that it would be difficult to get the officer corps to accept such a crazy plan - this paragraph is crossed out."

"As a humble clerk, I am of course 100% in favor of all the plans of Lord Anson Bach, and do my best to realize them, no matter how whimsical the plans may seem - the last two sentences are crossed out."

"The most important issue is negotiating with the logistics staff."

"Although I am already the logistics director of the highest staff of Han soil, and have obtained all the authorizations of His Majesty Claude Francois; but when I tried to obtain the baggage car, I was still obstructed by the other party."

"This should be the most serious mistake I have ever made, bringing the habits of my church to the vast land, completely forgetting that this country is still essentially a collection of contracts and exchanges of interests; the so-called vassals of vassals Not my vassal' is not some kind of metaphor here, but a figurative description of objective facts."

"Fortunately, the timely arrival of His Royal Highness Leon Francois solved this trouble - very lucky, because I clearly felt that Lord Ansen Bach's patience had reached the limit, and I was going to use a little excessive means to deal with it. That's the problem."

"Considering the expressions of the adults at the time, the expressions of the lovely Miss Lisa Bach, and the expressions of Captain Fabian and Chief of Staff Carl, some very **** images came to my mind..."

"...Master Anson who calmly ordered the shooting, Miss Lisa who pulled the trigger happily, Captain Fabian who was indifferent to the aftermath, and Chief of Staff Carl who was hysterical and trying to prevent the situation from escalating."

"Of course, these are all absurd imaginings, which neither match the facts nor their respective personalities. They are just the occasional hysteria of my little clerk's divergent thinking." (The handwriting of this sentence is very neat)

"The presence of His Royal Highness Leon Francois has been a huge help, but it's really hard for me to be happy with his presence; because he's not alone, he's walking with someone."

"Sir Louis Bernard."

"As for this imperial military attache, although he himself seems to have some private friendship with Lord Anson Bach; but from the point of view of a clerk who always only considers the interests of his superiors, it is difficult for me to cause trouble to the Lord. any goodwill from the enemy."

"Of course, the unprofessional behavior of making one's own thoughts and likes and dislikes superficial will not appear in a competent clerk."

"Their arrival seems to be due to another misunderstanding-after getting the information about Iser Elf, Lord Leon seems to regard Lord Anson's refusal as a well-intentioned deception, thinking that we are for faith and salvation. The world fights."

"Well, he guessed right...in a 'some' sense."

"I don't know why, I'm not surprised that he would think so, and I even have the illusion of 'it's right'."

"In the spirit of being excited and being 'moved' to - to be honest, I still don't quite understand what he was moved - with the help of the tearful Lord Leon, the storm division finally avoided the terrible 'killing through the earth'. Option to move forward smoothly.”

"October 4th, overcast."

"Before camping in the evening, I saw Captain Fabian talking to a sentry in a low voice, asking him not to mention the 'wealth' in front of His Excellency Leon and his friends."

"As a result, the sentinel told him that Chief of Staff Karl had informed the entire division at noon yesterday, and the external caliber was always 'against the old gods and save the devout believers of Iser'."

"I take back my preconceptions that both of them have the potential to be executives."

"October 7th, light rain."

"The soldiers are starting to get tired from the march for days."

"While we have had adequate trucks and supplies, mental fatigue is inevitable; soldiers start deserting and falling behind."

"In order to relieve his inner restlessness and fatigue, Chief of Staff General Carl split the band into two, drumming non-stop at the head and tail of the team; Captain Fabian suggested that the soldiers in the carriage give the others to tell a joke."

"However, the level of the Storm Division military band is too low. The music they play has a medical effect called 'emesis,' combined with the 'fainting' and 'psychedelic' effects, it is more suitable for use in amputation operations— If the doctor is deaf."

"And the soldiers who were in charge of telling jokes were obviously not professionally trained and didn't understand at all that 'laughter' was a very serious performance accident; especially when he was sitting in a carriage while others were trying to pull the cart, it was very easy provokes the anger of the audience."

"After the soldiers in the front row and the rear fell into unconsciousness in batches, and there were several mass massacre incidents, these two too unsuccessful emergency measures were quickly called to a halt."

"October 8th, the lovely Miss Lisa has a suggestion to let those soldiers who are not very spirited join the guard company; because her subordinates are very good and spirited, maybe this can help them."

"Because of the original intention of not wanting to attack her enthusiasm and childlike innocence, after obtaining the consent of Mr. Anson, I was personally responsible for the publicity and promotion work in the whole division at this time."

"The result was far beyond my expectations, and the effect was immediate!"

"As soon as I heard that the complaining person had the honor of joining the guard company, the soldiers who had been lethargic suddenly became very energetic one by one, and they were so active that people mistakenly thought that they had fallen into a state of excitement."

"Even though the reasons were baffling, the issue was resolved anyway and everyone seemed happy."

"However, Miss Lisa seems very disappointed. Lord Anson Bach spent a lot of time with her that day."

"On October 11, we have good news and bad news."

"The good news is that we really traversed the entire vast land within ten days and successfully reached the White Pagoda City!"

"This is an unimaginable feat! Not only ourselves, but also His Royal Highness Leon François and Sir Louis Bernard were stunned when we saw the iconic white tower."

"His original words were: This is a hurricane sweeping across the vast land, and it is a thunderbolt that rushes down from the sky!"

"It must be admitted that my attitude towards Sir Louis Bernard has changed since he said that."

"As for the bad news... in a sense, it's actually good news."

"In order to allow the overly excited Lord Anson Bach and the Storm Division to accept this news calmly, when reporting, I had to make it as tactful as possible."

"I told them: just as everyone's joys and sorrows are different, one person's happiness must be built on another person's pain; therefore, looking at the same thing from different perspectives can often produce different and even self-contradictory opinion; in a word, in a word, in a word..."

"Major General Ludwig Franz... He defeated the Iser elf army in Autumn Leaf City."

"In other words, if the major general can use the shortest time to let the Thun army take over the fortress, then the southern army that was trapped in the north can immediately go south and then eastward to enter the royal court of Iser!"

"Like I said, it's actually good news, even one of the few good news about the Southern Corps recently; but obviously it's definitely not 'good news' for the current Storm Division."

"If you don't start right away and enter the Royal Court of Iser before the Southern Legion, you will not only waste the results of the 'Western Great Rotation', but you will even be in a situation where you have to 'fight side by side' with the Southern Legion."

"Obviously, the Southern Corps will never fight 'side by side' with the Storm Division."

"So the storm division, who had just gone through ten days of frantic marching, could not get a moment's rest at all, and had to continue the business route; and this time, it was no longer empty-handed, but fully armed."

"Of course, because it is an emergency weapon, it is basically just infantry equipment. Artillery and ammunition are very scarce, so that the artillerymen can still happily sit on the carriage and gloat at other people's misfortunes."

"I can't bear to tell these happy gentlemen that there are fifteen six-pound field guns, six twelve-pound cannons, four twenty-four-pound mortars, and several base ammunition carts waiting in Eagle Point. follow them."

"There are fourteen days until the deadline."

"In any case, we must arrive at the Royal Court of Iser within fourteen days and launch the offensive; otherwise, all the previous efforts to this end will be in vain."

The court of Isir, the cathedral of praise.

Taking away the golden crown of her father's crown, which symbolized kingship, Freya walked through the dark corridor and into the hall.

Pushing open the tightly closed door, a **** smell that almost condensed into reality rushed out.

The entire prayer hall looked as if it had just experienced a flood of blood plasma, with a dark red sticky coating covering every corner of the ceiling and walls; the marble tile floor had become indistinguishable. of swamps, with lumps called "Splintered Limbs" and "Organs" floating around.

Originally neat rows of benches have become neat rows of crosses, nailed with broken bones, some elf, some human, male or female, old or young... What they have in common is that They are all wearing different styles, but basically the same priest's robe.

Stepping on the sticky "pool of blood", Freya walked to the main altar in front of the hall; the sculpture of the Ring of Order opposite her had been completely destroyed, and a nun's statue was paralyzed on the broken stone. The corpse; the broken arms were spread left and right on the upper two rings, and the legs were pinned through the cross.

She looked up and opened her mouth wide, with tears of blood on both sides of her eyes; her miserable appearance seemed to be crying and begging for mercy at the last moment before her death, thinking she could still survive.

Freya smiled with satisfaction.

She knew this nun, a half-blood descendant of a human and a "half-blood" Iser elf. After becoming a nun in the cathedral, she had always advocated the so-called "human blood is noble, and elves are the blood of the filthy old gods." class argument.

Obviously, when she was ravaged, screamed, and cried and begged for mercy, the "ring of order" she believed in unswervingly did not perform miracles.

In the silver bell-like laughter, a figure in a black robe came behind her, and the gorilla pupil hidden in the shadow of the hood showed fear the moment he saw the elf girl.

"Are you all ready?"

Staring at the faces of the corpses on the wall, Freya I, who wore the crown, did not turn her head.

"All the rebel parties loyal to the late king have been completely eliminated. The army of the Thirteenth Council has defeated the last rebel army, and took back the palace and parliament." The black robe lowered his head in trembling:

"The Kingdom of Iser~www.mtlnovel.com~ is already in your possession, Your Majesty."

Your Majesty... Freya frowned slightly.

If she heard this name before, she probably wouldn't care at all, but now...

The elf girl shook her head and put her complicated thoughts behind her: "Parliament... Did they agree?"

"Already agreed!" Hei Pao said quickly:

"Now you only need to be present in person... or it doesn't matter if you are not present. The parliament has passed a law to call the country to abdicate the former king. The current Elf King of Iser is you!"

"The ancient Isir tradition has won a revival, and all traitors who still believe in the Ring of Order will be swept away!"

"Since the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar, you will become the most orthodox and most beloved Elf King of Iser!"

The black robe said excitedly.

Freya nodded slightly, and her indifferent eyes became calm.

She didn't care about it at all, or rather, she never thought about it.

The only thing that can arouse her interest in the Iser Elf Kingdom right now is...

"How is the army?" Freya asked:

"How long will it take to assemble and attack the cliff fortress?"

Before he finished speaking, the black robe's figure trembled like an electric shock.

The elf girl, who noticed something was wrong, turned her head and frowned slightly at the black robe that kept her head down:

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no!" Hei Pao quickly replied:

"Just, that is, you may not need to gather your troops and attack the cliff fortress."

"No?"

"Yes, because..." The black robe's figure trembled again:

"Because the Antlers Fortress, the first and last line of defense of the royal court, has... fallen!"

Chapter end

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