I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 400

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On May 13, 102 of the Saint Calendar, more than 10,000 Confederate troops withdrew to Grey Dove Castle through the barren forest, and tens of thousands of them were unwilling to stay in the occupied area, following and allegiance to Louis Bell. Liberal colonists of Naples.

Before the team arrived, it had already caused a stir throughout the Confederacy.

Of course, they didn't know that Anson and Louis joined forces and still "defeated" the glorious record of the jihadist army; but the news of the defeat of the grass forest and the annihilation of the 20,000 troops that were finally organized has already spread all over the world at this time. The entire Free Confederacy; the confident, feel-good colonists suddenly fell to the bottom, shrouded in a cloud of gloom.

When the retreating liberal colonists arrived in Grey Pigeon Castle one after another, and spread the news of the fall of Yangfan City, even the most active main-war faction, the Sejong and the Faithful Alliance, chose to shut up; despair began to spread. spread among the crowd.

Even the enemy's vanguard can't win, ?? It's worth waiting for the main force to land in the new world. If you simply surrender, you can still drop a whole corpse.

In a sense, this idea is completely correct, ?? It's even a little bit late - the current market is not to mention voluntary surrender, even if the liberals commit suicide collectively, they have already spent countless resources and mobilized millions of human and material resources. Nor can the Empire stop; the holy war will never stop until the blade of heretics and heretics is drenched with blood.

The worst is yet to come... Ludwig landed in Sail City almost a month ago. According to the known information and time calculations, the main force of the jihadist army may appear on the coastline of the New World at any time.

From Grey Pigeon Castle to Slave Harbor, the entire Confederacy is in an atmosphere of impending extinction; and it is precisely because of this atmosphere, that there are various forces that originally had all kinds of careful thoughts and planned to work without any effort. There is finally a consensus.

The enemy is very powerful, so powerful that he can kill himself with the little finger, and even destroy the entire Confederation... 150,000 jihadist legions, such a huge force, such a high-profile slogan, can only slaughter the entire Free Confederation, kill all of them The liberals, who razed thirteen colonies to ruins, were able to satisfy the appetite of the empire and the Holy See.

The liberals and the vested interests of the various colonies who had recognized the reality clearly came to Grey Pigeon Castle without waiting for Anson and Louis to convene, and urgently convened the Supreme Council to discuss countermeasures.

The original proposal of the staff was quickly passed, and the Supreme Council even sent messengers to Anson and Louis, hoping that the two would arrive at Grey Dove Castle as soon as possible and start the election of the marshal of the Confederate Legion as soon as possible. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

Just in the midst of all the grief and sorrow, the "rout" Confederate legion finally arrived at Grey Dove Castle on May 15th.

"… Regarding the election of the marshal of the Confederate Legion, although according to the norms, at least 400 members of parliament and representatives of the thirteen colonies must be present before the election can begin, the current situation no longer allows us to follow certain rigid procedures..."

In the castle hall of the Grey Pigeon Fortress, as the leader of the High Council, standing on the temporary speech stage, Paulina Frey, whose face was extremely heavy, read the speech in her hand in a mechanical tone.

Her voice was not loud, but even though it was pouring rain outside, she could still echo her voice clearly and accurately in every corner of the lifeless hall.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't hear clearly, anyway, everyone here basically knows the content of the speech; the atmosphere of despair is like a substance in the air, in addition to listening carefully, the deputies in the gloomy mood are also fundamentally Don't think about anything else.

In addition, Gray Pigeon Castle, which is an inland bridgehead, is itself a highly fortified colony. The entire hall is surrounded by thick granite walls. Not only is the space narrow, but the lighting is extremely bad, and it is still raining outside... The crowd in the damp and dark place was almost breathless, let alone thinking wildly.

"As the leader of the Supreme Council, I hereby officially announce that all representatives and members who are not present will be temporarily exempted from voting, and all of you here will be responsible for electing the marshal of the Confederate Legion."

Resisting the fine beads of sweat on her body, Paulina said solemnly: "According to the Supreme Council's constitution, the council first elects candidates, and then the Supreme Council jointly elects them by secret ballot, with more than half or the most votes. become the Marshal of the Free Confederation."

"After careful discussion by the Council, it was decided to nominate Anson Bach, Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord, and Sir Louis Bernard, Governor of Sail City, as representatives for the election!"

The moment the voice fell, all the eyes of the audience instantly focused on the two of them.

Feeling the various eyes around him, An Sen, who was sitting in the front row of the crowd, seemed unusually calm. He hugged Lisa, who was already sleeping soundly in his arms, and shook the military cap in his hand to cool her; , as if the final result had been predicted.

The girl who was immersed in sleep looked very comfortable, and the corners of her slightly raised mouth even drooled, soaking most of his trouser legs.

The young knight with a complicated expression was not as relaxed as someone else, and there were countless thoughts hidden between his tightly locked brows; pain, hesitation, struggle... Various emotions were repeatedly intertwined and echoed in his chest.

The elf girl in the corner of the hall looked at his back with worry, and wanted to go forward and say something, but in the end she gave up.

She knew very well that this humble knight was an extremely arrogant and vulnerable person on the inside; not only would her comfort not give him comfort, but it would become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Everyone here, you are all representatives of the thousands of people in the Free Confederation, shouldering the mission of defending the independence of the Confederacy and fighting for equality and freedom!" Paulina's heavy voice sounded again:

"Now please do your duty to elect a commander for the Free Confederation who can honor her dignity and uphold liberty and equality!"

The voice fell, and everyone present raised their heads in unison, held their breath, and looked at the front of the hall solemnly.

Soon, Red Hand Bay and the Speaker of Long Lake Town carried a huge ballot box into the house, placed it heavily in the center of the hall, and began to distribute the ballot boxes to the members except the two candidates. vote.

This is a small scroll about the length of a palm. The voter writes the name of the object to be voted for, then rolls it up, and then puts it into the ballot box in sequence; Leave the hall.

In addition to ensuring that the entire voting process is absolutely fair and open, it is also more important to build consensus within the Supreme Council. The effect is similar to Anson's need to make minutes of every meeting - since the marshal is jointly elected by everyone and has all the If people admit it, then no one will be allowed to refuse to obey the command of the marshal afterwards.

"Wait a moment!"

Just when the voting was about to start, Anson, who was holding Lisa in his arms, suddenly raised his right hand, and his firm voice played chess in everyone's ears: "Before the official vote, I have a few words to say to you, no. Do you know if it's allowed?"

Ugh?

Not only everyone present, but even Paulina on the podium was stunned, as if something unexpected had happened, and suddenly she didn't know what to do.

But after so many things, she is no longer the girl whose father died tragically and escaped from Grey Dove Castle with her younger sister... After a brief absence, the girl who quickly regained her composure nodded slightly:

"Certainly, it is your legitimate right as a candidate to give an election speech... Naturally, the same goes for Sir Louis Bernard."

As she said that, she didn't forget to look at the young knight next to her: "Since Your Excellency Anson Bach first proposed, please wait for a while. The Supreme Council will ensure that both parties enjoy all rights fairly and without bias."

"I don't have to." Louis raised his head and said coldly, his eyes only filled with sadness and solemnity: "Of course, I would like to thank you and the Supreme Council for your fair attitude; no matter what the result is, Louis Bernard is willing to accept it. "

The voice fell, and the young knight sat back to his original position, as if nothing had happened.

Paulina, who was rejected with a good intention, was not annoyed, and silently gave up the podium with a smile; Anson, who was on the side, handed the sleeping girl to Carl Bain, who had a quirky face, and silently walked to the place where she was standing. s position.

Facing the dignified, serious, pessimistic, and desperate faces under the stage, An Sen was silent at first.

He was silent for a long time, allowing the dead silence to become more and more oppressive, and letting the members who could have been silently waiting for him to speak began to look at each other and whisper; he seemed to not exist at all, or he became a transparent person The same, looked around at them, stood there silently.

Until it seemed that someone suddenly couldn't sit still, the silent Anson suddenly raised his right hand, raised his chest and raised his head, took a deep breath, and then:

"Did you hear that?"

"I just took a very hard deep breath! I took a big breath; I feel wet, unpleasant, stuffy, and very depressed!" An expressionless Anson glanced at everyone, his raised right hand slowly stretched out index finger:

"But am I dead?"

"No... I will be miserable, uncomfortable, depressed, uncomfortable, but I won't die from taking a deep breath after two minutes of holding my breath; on the contrary, if I don't breathe, I'll probably really lose my life. ."

"My heart is still beating, my blood is still flowing, my life, consciousness... all are given by this breath of air, even if it makes me feel extraordinarily painful."

"Painful, but necessary, and no choice; without it, I would die."

"When I left Sail City, I made a very painful decision: on the premise that I did not lose to the vanguard of the Mujahideen Army, and even had a high probability of winning, I decided to negotiate with the commander of the other side, and I will still pay The men who fought for equality and liberty withdrew from Sail City, surrendering the most elite colonies of the Confederacy to the enemy."

"A lot of people will hate me for this, they're angry, they don't understand... but what happens if we don't?"

"A mere vanguard unit can assemble a 20,000-strong army, 30 warships and even one ironclad warship; when the main force of the jihadist army arrives, what will be waiting for the sailing city?"

"It is destruction, leaving no trace, slaughtering, and destruction of scorched earth everywhere."

"We are standing on the brink of this destruction, and the slightest mistake will be irreversible; a mistake...even a decision that seems to be the right one may drag us into the abyss."

"In such an environment, it doesn't seem like an incomprehensible behavior for a painful and desperate person to try to resist all this?"

"Since every breath and opening your eyes is so painful, wouldn't it be so painful if you just close your eyes and hold your breath?"

"wrong!"

An Sen smashed the floor with a scabbard "Bang!", causing everyone who was almost fascinated to shudder:

"Big mistake!"

"The world we live in is a world that has no mercy for the weak, is dark and sees no ideals, and the powers act recklessly; in this world, don't talk about breathing, even living is such pain and despair!"

"In that case, shouldn't we, with ideals in our hearts, take the initiative not to breathe, should we hide in corners that no one can see, and must give up our lives immediately once we are discovered?"

"Why?!"

"Why!"

"Even if the air is dirty, dull, and stinky, we have to take a big breath; no matter how heavy, humiliating, and helpless the price we need to pay to live, we have to live tenaciously!"

"At this moment, we are weak, but we are weak with hope and ideals; we can't choose the air we breathe, but at least we can refuse to give up when we are targeted by the strong!"

"As long as we are still alive, it is a kind of resistance, and we are telling everyone that the rules made by the strong are not compulsory, and the weak have the right to choose their own path."

"So we must live, we will live by unscrupulous means, no matter how uncomfortable, painful, helpless, we must live."

"Now, I want you all to be like me, take a deep breath, feel the damp and unpleasant air, let it pour into your body, and let that uncomfortable feeling tell you that you are still alive, fighting against death. resistance." Anson slowly raised his hands:

"Entrust the will of liberty to defending its power and giving your equal rights to defend the existence and continuation of the Free Confederation; let it turn into a torch and burn on the land of the new world!"

…to thunderous applause, the vote on the Confederate Legion officially began.

The entire Supreme Council removed the council, with a total of 315 members present, with no abstentions; among them, Louis Bernard 210 votes and Ansen Bach 105 votes.

The Marshal of the New World Legion was officially born.

Chapter end