I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 514

Two hours later, Anson, who was alone, quietly returned to the Supreme Council; Fabian, who had been waiting for a long time in the corridor outside the hall, immediately got up and took the initiative to greet him while giving the latest information:

"The military meeting of the New World Legion has begun. Sir Louis Bernard insisted on waiting for you to come back, but the people of the Free Confederation never agreed. In the end, both sides stepped back and agreed to wait for you for an hour, and then..."

An Sen, whose eyes moved slightly, raised his hand to stop Fabian: "What are they discussing?"

"Peace talks." Fabian said without pausing: "Those members of the Supreme Council want to use the prisoners of Fernando Corps as a condition to negotiate with the Mujahideen."

"Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell, as your representative, is listening on the scene at the moment, and the situation does not seem to be ideal - except that the people in Sail City and Grey Dove Castle are still tough, and the troops of the remaining colonies feel that since they have won, they will There's no need to keep fighting."

"...Have you won?"

"At least that's what they think." Fabian's face was expressionless, but a sarcasm flashed in his eyes that could not be concealed: "The Free Confederation has been severely damaged, and even if it wins completely, it is unrealistic to maintain its original territory. Why don't you and the Crusaders... um, take a half step back."

"The Thirteen Colonies have given up Beluga Harbor, Sail City, Grey Pigeon Fort, Black Reef Harbor and Red Hand Bay, and the five eastern colonies will only keep Straw Town and Slave Harbor; Boundaries, a truce in peace talks... that's a pretty good division."

"Yeah." Anson agreed, writing lightly:

"If I were Sir Phyllis and the Holy See, I would be very happy to know this news."

Beluga Port, Sail City, Black Reef Port, Red Hand Bay… the four most important ports in the New World, controlling them means controlling three-quarters of the population and four-fifths of the wealth on this land; The Free Confederation locked in the inland area has become a vassal of the Holy See and the Empire little by little, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Of course, it will be even worse... As long as the Holy See agrees to these conditions, the Free Confederation will withdraw its troops; after a few months, a year and a half, the jihadist army will be able to find any reason to fight again; then the army that has a firm foothold in the new world will be able to fight again. You don't have to worry about logistical issues, you can go straight in as long as you can.

At that time, unless Rune comes and the grave keeper also stands on the side of the Free Confederation, Anson will not think of any possibility of a comeback.

The reason is all obvious, but even if Anson told the colonial members of the Supreme Council unreservedly, they would still choose peace talks... This is the key.

Obviously, the problem lies in the comparison of the strengths of the two sides: although the battle during the day was won by the New World Legion, the Crusaders were all defeated, and even a complete legion was captured and ended, but they have seen the whole process with their own eyes.

To put it in a bad way, the entire battle was a battle that the New World Army basically relied on shameless sneak attacks, the enemy's lack of cooperation, and a little bit of luck.

Even so, there are only three legions that confront the New World Legion; even if Fernando's legion is dead, and if he wants to retake Moby-Dick Harbor and win the victory, he must defeat at least 100,000 jihadist troops to have hope.

So the Free Confederacy is afraid, completely afraid - even the Red Hand Bay, which was turned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire, is not enough for them to feel this level of fear; the imaginary army of 100,000 people saw it with their own eyes and fought head-to-head. How big a gap they have passed, they finally have a personal experience.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Fabian said with an expressionless face, his right hand was silently placed on the gun handle at his waist, self-evident.

"Being not."

"That……"

"Wait, let's see Louis' attitude."

An Sen thought about it seriously, and felt that this time it was better to choose to watch from the sidelines.

In addition to having absolute trust in Louis, the more troublesome thing is that this time I really don't have a fulcrum suitable for exertion.

Although the Free Confederation was created by itself, and even the five colonies in the east were drawn into this system by itself, but from top to bottom, except for Grey Pigeon Castle, almost no colonies in the Confederacy truly stood on their side from the heart. .

The reason is also simple. He also has the Storm Legion behind him, Ice Dragon Fjord, which is a Clovis.

Interests can make people separate from each other, but when it comes to a crisis, when people must be united, beliefs, habits, origins, bloodlines... these things that are most likely to shape consensus are the key to real power.

And this time is different from Hantu: At that time, I had the Francois family, and Leon had absolute unconditional trust, so I could do whatever I wanted. As for Louis... Honest people are really a scarce resource that is easily depleted. .

Of course, it doesn't matter if the result is not in your own interests. There are really not too many ways to bring about a war... The premise of negotiating is that the other side knows that you want peace talks, but what if the other side doesn't know?

Say hello to Major General Ludwig and arrange for someone to intercept the negotiating team halfway. Is it easy...difficult?

And Louis has a weak point in character: when he is sorry for others - at least he thinks so -, he will compensate others for many requirements that are unlikely to be accepted by others, and even put this The matter rose to the point of knightly dignity.

Under the balance of the two, Anson still believes that there is a greater chance of waiting for the result, and it is more likely to strike back, completely abandon the risk of the Free Confederacy wanting peace talks again, and guide the war to the result that he most hopes.

Well, that is the result that is most beneficial to you.

After leaving Fabien and arranging the rest and defense of the Storm Legion, Anson silently returned to his room, smoking a pipe, and opening a bottle of Tirpitz rum, as if his bones were full. He slumped on the sofa as if flabby.

At the same time, Carl Bain, who was cleaning up the ruins and building a position at the Beluga Harbor Command, was afraid of the enemy's sneak attack, looking at the rising moon above his head, and scolding a certain unscrupulous commander for thousands of times in his heart. all over.

The leisurely Anson waited silently for someone to come uninvited. In the smoke-filled room, the smell of alcohol was getting stronger and stronger.

Until the third bottle of rum was about to bottom out, the footsteps in the corridor finally knocked gently on the door.

"Are you still drinking?"

The slightly frowning young knight covered his mouth and nose subconsciously, and his eyes instantly locked on a figure who was completely unaware of his mistake: "Didn't I get rid of Colonel Fabien and wait for you outside the door, why didn't I go to the meeting--never? Haven't you met?"

"No, I did." Anson with the corners of his mouth raised put down his glass: "But I thought about it very seriously, and decided not to bother you."

"……why?"

"Because you definitely don't want to hear what I want to say, let alone accept it." Anson said while biting his pipe: "The premise of communication is that there is a basic fortification on both sides; since everyone doesn't even have this, then there is no need to say anything. already."

Louis fell into silence, and his frown gradually relaxed.

"You... how much do you already know?"

"It's not important!" Anson directly stole his words, not like someone who just got drunk: "What's important is, what are you going to tell me?"

"Don't forget, the Marshal of the New World Legion is not me, nor they, but you—the one who holds the 45,000-strong army and is qualified to fight the Mujahideen Army to the death is you."

Anson stared intently at his eyes, his oppressive sight even piercing the lingering smoke.

"But, but I can't make my own decisions, I can do whatever I want!"

The young knight suddenly fell into embarrassment: "In the final analysis, we are fighting for their freedom and independence. If even they themselves are unwilling to continue fighting and sacrificing, what is the point of our fighting?!"

"Furthermore, even if I want to fight, the only people who can mobilize are the Storm Army, the Sail City Army and the Shooting Army, the total is only 25,000 people - our strength is not many, and if we cut it in half, there is no way to win. hope?!"

Louis sighed tiredly. He was even more radical than Anson. He hoped to decide the outcome of the battle directly to ensure that the world of order would no longer be able to organize the existence of the Free Confederation... But reality does not allow it.

Looking at his helpless and dilemma expression, An Sen poured him half a glass without hesitation: "You're right, but only half right."

"half?"

Louis, who took the wine glass, was stunned.

"If we only have half the strength, we will definitely not win this battle... Well, let alone half, even the current state is still risky." Anson showed a meaningful look:

"But are we really just fighting for their freedom and independence?"

"You mean..."

"Businessmen, landlords, property owners, mercenary leaders... The rulers and leaders of the Free Confederation are nothing more than these identities. They are characterized by seeking stability, fearing chaos and uncertainty, because in addition to lacking titles and prominent family backgrounds, they have It's not much different from those wealthy families on the Old Continent."

"So they are willing to compromise... Even if they lose the war, the Empire, Clovis, or the Holy See, they still have to rely on them to rule the land of the New World, and they still have to use them and give them a little bit of sweetness to get from this land. There is a steady stream of wealth being squeezed, just like in the past.”

"The previous resistance was nothing more than because they were squeezed too hard, so they had no room for survival and profit; but after this war, they showed a little bit of the value of being attracted, and their worth was also much higher. Naturally there is room for negotiation.”

"So... it's okay to fight for freedom and independence, but are we really just fighting for the freedom and independence of these people?"

The young knight did not answer.

"You know, I am a very realistic person most of the time, and I have no immediate benefits. My legion and I will not risk everything...even if the risk is minimal."

Anson stared into his eyes: "In the current situation, I don't need to fight this battle at all; whether it's negotiating, compromising, or completely overturning the table... I have countless ways to get back to Beluga Port."

"But you did it anyway." Louis took the initiative to ask, "Why?"

"Because of her, she died."

"...Polina Frey?"

Louie's tone was a little uncertain, because he really didn't think Anson Bach was the kind of person who would be...

"Surprising, isn't it?" Anson looked at him:

"A puppet manipulated by me in the eyes of others, a tool used to win over the empire's colonies, heroic sacrifice on the battlefield, to ensure the smooth realization of the plan... How perfect, why should you care about her death?"

"Very short, because she knew all my plans and had countless chances to survive, but she chose to sacrifice; she knew I was taking advantage of her, but she didn't care, because I could help Grey Dove, Frey The family rises again; she knows I will not be on the side of her enemies."

"So if I had chosen otherwise, then all I've done, and all they've done since the 101st year of the saint's calendar...so many wars, deaths and destructions, the whole new world has paid so much pain The price, the result in exchange... is that nothing has changed."

"I, I don't want this to be the case."

"Even a little bit is fine. I hope it has a brand-new attitude. It doesn't need much. It is enough to say, 'This is an independent, free Confederate Republic'."

"The "Rebellion Propaganda", which was just a lie at first~www.mtlnovel.com~ but was finally practiced by the girls who believed in it, should not be a penniless thing."

As he said with a smile, Anson poured himself another glass of rum: "So... if you still think what they said is right, then you can leave."

After speaking, he drank the full glass of wine in one go.

"He left without drinking?"

Looking at the glass of rum still full on the table, Fabien looked worriedly at the commander-in-chief who was almost drunk: "Could this be..."

"No, that's right." Anson smiled lightly: "If he drank the wine, it means that Louis recognized it and chose to surrender to reality; if he didn't drink it, it means that he is still the... knight."

"The order... Let the legion get ready. The next siege will not be easier than today. It is not easy to make the Holy See surrender."

"Now?" Fabian was not at ease: "Let's wait for the situation on the Free Confederation's side. What if they still don't agree?"

"They must promise, there is no way out!"

"Uh, I can't say no..."

"I'm talking about us." Anson rolled his eyes: "The New World can do whatever it wants, but the future and interests of the more than 8,000 people of the Storm Legion must be guaranteed, so the New World Legion can only, and will certainly conquer Beluga Harbor— —Go ahead, I have full confidence that this plan is absolutely foolproof.”

"clear!"

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