I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 393

Under the banner of the Ring of Order, the golden-red artillery fire was like rounds of heavy hammers, smashing the ground frantically; dozens of bullet marks swept across the battlefield, blasting large swaths of smoke and dust on the positions of the Confederate Legion.

As the Crusaders took the lead, the artillery positions of the Confederate regiments also began to fight back; strings of artillery shells swept beautiful arcs in the sky, as if it had been calculated long ago, or they fell firmly into the trenches, Or jumping on the ground like a joyful ball, and every time it landed and jumped, it would blast the tooth-searing sound of broken bones in the dense queue.

Flesh and blood were flying, and a small riot broke out in the formation of the jihadist army; the formation destroyed by the ricochet brought a blow to the morale of the army, and the soldiers who were still holding their heads high, showed a little panic on their cheeks.

"Quick, quick! You bastards, aren't you full for breakfast?!"

"What, just you gangsters still want to eat canned food? Go for your foolish dreams! Run! Run for me, don't stop for a moment without an order! Let me see which offal dares to waste food and hold it back, I personally Canned it and stuffed it down the throats of you bastards!"

In the humble artillery position, the artillery battalion commander, Major Jeroshenko, personally assumed the responsibility of commanding the ammunition operator. The place was given to Lisa Bach.

Holding the last intact six-pound infantry gun of the whole army, the bright-eyed girl seemed to have temporarily forgotten her favorite rifles and cans, and let her new uniform be silted. children playing water rafting and bowling.

It's just that she didn't use tiles, stones or bowling balls, but a steel monster that could kill thousands of meters away.

Although the Confederate Legion did not have an advantage in terms of the range of firing range or the number of artillery pieces, the condescension and superb technology still brought back the situation a little bit.

Looking at the messy frontline that was suppressed by the opposite side, Ludwig with a dark face resisted the twitching of the corners of his mouth and waved behind him, letting the messenger sound the bugle.

"Line up - attack!"

Stepping on the fast-paced drum beat, three infantry regiments, a cavalry regiment and a skirmish regiment on the west side of the front took their positions and began to advance.

At the same time as they appeared, Louis Bernard on the opposite hillside suddenly shrank his pupils and put down the telescope in his hand with a dignified expression.

"...After the war begins, no matter whether he can gain the advantage of suppressing artillery fire, Ludwig will definitely attack from the west side of the battlefield first, and he will 100% throw in heavy troops..."

"Why? Good question, that's another reason why I chose to fight him here; Ludwig didn't dare to drive us to a dead end, that would greatly increase our chances of fighting to the death, making him too much and unnecessary casualties.”

"So he must first attack from the west, and then press on the whole line, using diagonal tactics to force us to retreat to the east, that is, in the direction of the grass forest."

"What you have to do is to take the initiative to fight, then pretend to be defeated, lure Ludwig's main force on the western front into the encirclement net of the western front, cooperate with the Storm Legion, and completely defeat them..."

Anson's pre-war instructions echoed in his mind, and the young knight took a deep breath. Nervous, anxious and excited emotions hit his heart like a flood.

"Although it was a good plan, it is really rude to ask a dignified imperial knight to feign defeat." The smiling Louis said to himself as he slowly drew out his saber: "Let me see. Look at the guy on the opposite side, whether he has the qualifications to let Louis Bernard 'feign defeat'."

"Sail City - Attack!"

"Long live Bernard!!!!"

A messy but majestic roar exploded on the right side of the Confederate position, followed by hundreds of figures who crossed the hillside in front of them, closely following the knight holding a knife and raising the flag.

On the opposite side of the battle line, the Western Front troops of the Mujahideen Army who had just entered the battle raised their heads one after another, subconsciously looking at the direction where the scream of killing sounded, and their eyes suddenly narrowed.

I saw more than 5,000 sailing city soldiers lined up in a tight formation, led by a knight holding a 13-star ring flag high, pouring down the hillside like a flood, actively "welcoming" him.

The messy uniforms, the inconsistent weapons, and the formation with no "quality"... can't hide the amazing morale of this army. When the artillery fire of the jihadist army had not stopped, it took the initiative to leave the position and launch a counterattack against them.

This also proves from the side that the artillery fire of the Mujahideen Army is accurate, and it is already touching the existence of the battlefield atmosphere group. Even the local militia with little knowledge can see through the essence of their paper tigers, and facing the artillery fire in the sky is like a leisurely stroll.

In the face of the sudden appearance of the enemy, the commander of the Western Front Mujahideen, after a brief hesitation, decisively issued an order to accelerate the advance, and let the cavalry regiment take the lead to harass the opposing line to force them to slow down; Follow, take control and occupy farms that are already in sight.

On the boundless northern plain of Sail City, there are only a few slightly raised soil slopes and these scattered manors between the two positions, which can barely be used as bunkers or temporary strongholds.

But on the other hand, as long as you occupy these manors, you can get a forward position close to the enemy, which will hinder the enemy's attack, and at the same time play the role of covering the movement of the rear line troops.

And what he could think of, Louis, of course, also thought of it.

"Stay in formation—"

Under the sound of the rapidly approaching iron hoofs, the young knight shouted angrily: "Arrange! Raise your guns - take your place!"

Despite the panic, the Yangfan City militia obeyed Louis's order. The dense formation of 6,000 people seemed to hit an invisible wall of air, and gradually stopped from front to back; the first line of defense knelt down on one knee, like a group. Hundreds of rifles stretched out like hedgehogs.

Louis Bernard, wielding a knife and holding a flag, stood alone in front of the first line of defense, staring at the approaching smoke, holding his breath.

Alas, why don't these gang... not run?

The commander of the Clovis cavalry regiment, who was ordered to attack, stared at the militiamen of Yangfan City, who suddenly stopped advancing, and a bunch of bubbles with question marks appeared on his head in disbelief.

In his impression, the "local armed forces" that have not been trained much and are equipped with extremely poor equipment should be the ones who will immediately disperse when they encounter a cavalry charge; Stand firmly on the spot, waiting for a short battle with yourself.

Hundreds of cavalrymen and thousands of militiamen were in close contact with each other, fighting with flesh and blood... This thought only lingered in the head of the cavalry regiment for less than half a second, and was instantly dismissed, and the cavalry behind him issued an order to "turn around".

Just kidding, my monthly allowance salary is less than 100 gold coins, what kind of life do I have to do!

When the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, the Clovis cavalry regiment turned 180 degrees at an incredible speed, and at the same time retreated from both flanks.

The trembling hooves of the ground and the deliberately raised thick smoke covered their movements, so that the tense militiamen couldn't see their movements and could not judge the enemy's movements.

But Louis can do it.

Facing the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, the heir of the Bernard family, the former military attaché of the former imperial family twitched into a corner of the mouth, and the faint smile was like a raised blade, cold to the bone.

"Fire--!"

The unruly shooting blasted thousands of gunfire behind the knight, and with the blade he swung tore through the layers of thick fog, blooming bright red bouquets in the dust.

The whining growled and hissed, one after another.

The attacked Clovis cavalry regiment did not stop turning in, or returned fire with their guns drawn; hundreds of hussars sped up without looking back and walked away.

Such a resolute and sloppy action not only made the militiamen of Yangfan City on the opposite side bewildered, but also stunned the entire crusade regiment that followed.

Unbelievable, before they recovered, they found that the group of friendly troops who were blocking the front had already withdrawn, leaving behind the hundreds of skirmishers who were in charge of covering, directly exposed to the front of the enemy!

He looked at the large troop behind him that was at least a few hundred meters away from him, and then looked at the thousands of enemy troops that were already approaching him. An inexplicable impulse rushed to the head of the skirmisher, and his trembling right hand pointed to the sky:

"I knew it! The horse dealers in the eastern fortress are absolutely unreliable! I...?!"

"Bang——!!!! Bang——!!!! Bang——!!!!!!"

As soon as his heartfelt emotion came out, it was completely drowned out by the random gunfire from the militiamen in Yangfan City.

Unruly shooting is not enough to cause any damage to the enemy, but for the Yangfan City militiamen who have just put down their hoes and picked up their weapons, pulling the trigger and hearing the gunshot can greatly stimulate their inner courage.

As the last group of militiamen happily knocked out the lead bullets in the barrels, Louis immediately waved his knife and ordered an attack, with a very clear goal: to take down the farm and push back the enemy who was trying to attack.

"Long live Bernard!!!!"

Fanatical roars resounded through the sky, and thousands of militiamen picked up their crude weapons and charged towards the enemy in a disorderly manner.

Looking at the militia army of Yangfan City coming towards him, the head of the jihadist army skirmishers quickly compared the distance between the enemy and himself, as well as the distance between him and the farm, and then came to the conclusion as quickly as the cavalry commander just now: it's too late.

Even if he was able to enter the farm in front of the other side, without the cover of cavalry, his hundreds of skirmishers would not have time to build a defensive position.

Now that I understand this, I can't be more clear about what to do next... More than 600 skirmishers collectively spread 180 degrees later and merged with the main force.

So without any casualties, Louis and his 6,000-odd Sail City militia successfully occupied the farm and pushed the front to the face of the jihadists.

Even because the enemy retreated too quickly and decisively, Louis didn't even have a chance to pursue, so he had to spend his energy on building a frontier position... Thousands of militiamen in Yangfan City expanded around the farm with the farm as the core, with their luggage and handy Sandbags, clods and broken bricks that can be picked up build a low parapet.

When everything was almost ready, the Western Front Mujahideen Army, which had reorganized the "broken army", finally began to approach slowly, but faced with the militiamen of Yangfan City, which were already ready to fight, and even their positions were well-built, the Western Front Mujahideen Army The commander of the army weighed it again and again and thought that he should ask the commander of the Ludwig Army for reinforcements.

Before the reinforcements arrive, in order to avoid a situation where the front and rear troops are out of touch and may be surrounded by the enemy, the best option is of course... It is better to retreat first.

So a strange scene happened: in the face of thousands of militias with low combat effectiveness and poor equipment, the jihadist army on the western front seemed to have fallen into evil. Without letting go of the gun, he withdrew from the battle and surrendered his position.

Only the parties involved knew exactly what was going on, but the people around looked inexplicable, as if the jihadist army was afraid of the militiamen in Yangfan City, which directly made both parties look stupid.

"This... is this attacking?!"

Anson's eyes widened, looking at the Western Front in disbelief; he did tell Louis that in order to make the enemy take the bait, a proper attack would be fine - but he didn't say that it was a direct attack on Ludwig's face. what!

Even because he had turned on the "ability" and directly witnessed the whole process, he was not too surprised; the Storm Legion officers headed by Chief of Staff Karl simply petrified directly~www.mtlnovel.com~ What happened in front of him has exceeded beyond their imagination.

"What shall we do next?"

After being sluggish for a full minute, Karl, who was the first to regain his senses, immediately turned his head and asked: "Louis has already advanced the front to the infantry's charge line. If Ludwig attacks first, they will likely be surrounded, and we are not. Completely out of touch!"

"What to do, I also want to know what to do, don't repeat that kind of obvious thing again!" An Sen couldn't help rolling his eyes:

"There's no way, since this is the case, then just push the front line up! Inform the shooting army, advance from the eastern front, and test the direction of Ludwig's main attack!"

"At the rear of the Storm Legion, follow closely at the end of the shooting army front, waiting for an opportunity to find a breakthrough!"

"Oh yes, find a way to signal Alexei's 2nd Infantry Regiment to see if he can find an opportunity to attack Ludwig's artillery position; if there is no chance, feint and scare them - I Believe in his abilities!"

An Sen issued several orders in one go, gritted his teeth and scratched his hair, his face filled with helplessness.

For today's battle, he made a total of three sets of plans, prepared at least twenty emergency measures, and thought of no less than a hundred worst and most undesired outcomes.

The plan was perfect, but the first step was aborted.

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