I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 518

I will be crowned king chapter five hundred and eighteen the real good man

"The Free Confederation - long live!

The earth-shattering cry overwhelmed the cannonballs flying over the battlefield. Unexpectedly by everyone, the Storm Legion, wearing the same red and black uniform as the jihadist army on the opposite side, had broken through the first line of defense and was surrounded by strongholds. The second line of defense quickly interspersed, and went straight to Ludwig's headquarters.

The stunned Ludwig hurriedly raised the binoculars. The battered Storm Legion had completely established itself in the first line of defense, and several strongholds near the edge of the second line of defense had also been destroyed; the defeated deserters not only The organization completely collapsed, and it directly disrupted the follow-up reinforcements.

"Immediately send a reserve army to follow up and gather up the defeated soldiers!" Ludwig, who was forced to be calm, was still making arrangements in an orderly manner, showing a calm and composed attitude: "Don't be nervous, they are only four or five thousand people in their early days. , it is impossible to break through the heavily guarded second line of defense."

Although he said that, in fact, he is actually not sure right now, and even the initial confidence has been completely lost, and he is completely at a loss.

This...they...what happened just now?

Seriously recalled the information just obtained: In order to cover the right flank of the colonial rebels, the Storm Legion even took the initiative to expose its artillery positions, opening a gap in the first line of defense, and then more than 5,000 soldiers quickly broke into the battlefield in columns. With his own artillery fire pouring into the first position...

Well, this is almost the whole process, but there must be some omissions, inadvertently neglected details, which led Anson Bach to go straight to the details.

If they want to attack the first line of defense, they must first cross the front firing slope, the speed and frequency of the attack will be greatly slowed down, and it is difficult to concentrate troops to quickly break through...

Wait, Shooting Slope?

Ludwig, who suddenly realized something, hurriedly turned his eyes to the first front line, but with the distance and height plus the viewing angle limitation, the gentle **** directly opposite just happened to be a perfect blind spot. It was not until he grabbed a messenger who came in a hurry that he knew what to do. matter.

It's very simple, the only target of the New World Army's only round of concentrated fire coverage was not the defenders at all. They just wanted to blast a few big gaps in the first line of defense, and the broken earth and rocks just happened to make the shooting **** more Gently, the effect of limiting the speed is greatly diminished.

In this process, the Mujahideen actually "helped" a lot: the artillery aimed at the Storm Legion must be shooting at a depression angle, and naturally, many fortifications and protective walls that were higher than the firing range also disappeared together; the shells that bounced and rolled down, It is also equivalent to helping to level the bumpy ground...

"And there was a lot of shelling on the opposite side. A lot of craters were created in front of the first two lines of defense. Their skirmishers hid in the craters at the same time as they attacked, and threw grenades at our small strongholds - some ordinary ones, some others. The one that only emits smoke and does not explode, and then soldiers will rush into the stronghold with shotguns to sweep!"

"…smoke bomb?"

"That's right, that's it!"

The messenger nodded excitedly, and it took more than ten seconds to realize that something was wrong, and looked at the Legion Commander curiously.

The tired-looking Ludwig didn't want to say another word, and waved to him weakly: "Go down first, and tell the army behind you to be careful, and don't be easily approached by the enemy."

"Uh... yes!"

The messenger straightened his back as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then quickly reported his intentions to the commander-in-chief: "Grand Commander Glad Manfred said that if the battle situation is really tense, the Knights of Judgment are willing to reach out. A helping hand immediately strikes to support you... uh, here we are!"

"Glad... Tell him he doesn't need it, our defense is still rock solid!"

After a little thought, Ludwig directly refused: "Compared with the center line, the movements of the right-wing Beluga Port Command and the rebels in Yangfan City are particularly critical. Once there are no heavy troops stationed, it is very likely to become a node for the enemy to quickly open up the situation. , there must be a strong elite force like the Judgment Knights to be at the bottom, in order to ensure everything is safe!"

What are you kidding? Let the Knights of Judgment come to the headquarters to "support" him. At that time, who will command and who will be unknown, maybe even the initiative that he has finally won will be regained by the people of the Holy See.

What's more, although the Knights are very elite, the Land Cruiser is only suitable for exerting its power in the open field, and the effect of attacking and defending is not very good; the well-equipped Judgment Knights are obviously better at small-scale battles, and have no experience in large-scale battles at all. , 100% impossible to obey their own arrangements and commands.

An army with a high probability that it is impossible to obey orders, or even to order itself, even the elite Ludwig would not want it.

Exhaling forcefully, Ludwig, who gritted his teeth, hoped for the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, and a deep sense of frustration poured into his chest like a flood.

The well-placed position was found to be flawed, and even turned into an opportunity for the enemy to successfully break through... Even if it was premeditated, it would be too quick and timely to react.

Judging from the current situation, the raiding headquarters should only be a sheep attack. The real purpose should be to open the situation on the right or left flank, stand firm and continue to destroy its own defense system, gradually disintegrate the three lines of defense, and create conditions for attacking the city gate.

Fifteen minutes later, the Storm Legion, who had already opened the situation, had already, as he guessed, after repelling two rounds of counter-attacks from the Mujahideen Army, began to try to open the situation on both sides.

At this time, the disadvantage of dispersing the troops and turning them into company platoon-level strongholds is obvious: the enemy does not need to worry about more enemies every time they attack, as long as half a battalion of troops can easily win one stronghold , so that the surrounding troops are too late for reinforcements.

The same is true for the almost semi-circular trapezoidal earth wall, which increases the firepower coverage but sacrifices the frequency. At the same time, the enemy who conquers the adjacent stronghold can also use this as a cover to attack the next one. It is easy to bypass the front and go straight to the back. Worrying about the support of the surrounding enemies - the earth wall is only half, the premise that they dare to open fire is to prepare to kill all the friendly forces.

However, Ludwig is not particularly worried... After all, there is Arthur Hered stationed in the west position. Although this Dragon Roar Knight is simple, he is really strong; he can at least give Anson Bach Add a lot of trouble.

But... is his arrangement really limited to this?

"That's for sure, otherwise we really have to attack from the front?"

Kicking the cigarette ashes hard at the corner of the table, An Sen looked at the high-spirited Louis with amazement: "Should the colonial militia on the Western Front organize another round of attacks, or let the defenders of the Beluga Port Command cooperate with the Sailing City Corps to rush to the verdict. Raid before the Knights move?"

"Of course you can!" Louis, who was holding the hilt of the knife, took a step directly: "If necessary, I can serve as the vanguard leader, and you stay here to command—really, I promise to obey the order!"

"Uh... I don't doubt it, but do you remember the arrangement we said before?"

"Of course I remember, how could such a thing be forgotten?" Louis raised his brows, obviously slightly dissatisfied with Anson's skeptical attitude:

"But you also said that the plan is risky, and it may not be 100% certain to succeed; but now the opportunity to defeat the jihadist defense line is in front of you, why can't you fight for it?"

"Why...because this opportunity is just an illusion."

"Imagination?"

"Uh... it can't be called an illusion, anyway... ah, forget it!"

With a helpless sigh, An Sen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Let me ask bluntly, do you think we will rely on one round of raids to defeat the three lines of defense carefully prepared by the Mujahideen Army, and how high is the probability of winning the city gate? ?"

"This..." The excited Louis calmed down a little, with a solemn expression.

"Although it is not good to exaggerate the strength of the enemy, Ludwig Franz... my respected boss is not weak enough to be easily manipulated by others." Anson's tone became very playful and tangled. Like a migrant worker who doesn't know how to evaluate the previous boss:

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"He's just not good at dealing with unexpected situations. He is still very strong in terms of positional warfare, especially when the enemy is overwhelmed by a short-term advantage and launches an attack full of confidence. In front of the reserve team and the fortifications, the head was smashed and bloody."

"Like now, an important premise for us to break through quickly is that Major General Ludwig has not deployed many troops in the first line of defense, and there are still a large number of reserve teams who have not played in the rear; the opposite of the New World As long as the Legion fails to attack again, it will be immediately expelled from the position, and the situation will be restored to the state it was a few hours ago!"

This is of course a bit of an exaggeration, but Ludwig still has several hole cards in his hand. Disclose your plans directly.

Therefore, Ludwig's overwhelm was only temporary. As long as he determined the enemy's action plan - even if it was just what he thought - he would quickly return to his original calm and rational state, and organize a counterattack in an orderly manner.

To put it more bluntly, simply comparing military literacy, the entire jihadist army can be in the same rank as Ludwig, should only be Bernard Morwes; even if it is only compared to attacking and defending, as confident as Anson himself is not. Think stronger than this old boss.

After all, this kind of battle is compared to the use of artillery and various fortifications, and these are also Anson's own weaknesses - what he is really good at is skirmish tactics and column raids.

"So...you still stick to the original plan, really don't plan to try it?"

Louis still didn't give up completely, after all, the opportunity was close at hand: "If... I mean, if we can make a breakthrough from the front, wouldn't it be possible to put more pressure on the Holy See, so that they have no way to retreat, so they can only bow their heads and admit defeat, Accept our terms?"

"It's definitely possible. After all, we not only left the last trace of face, but also met the Holy See's minimum goal of launching a holy war. The holy war army that has no choice will definitely agree."

An Sen nodded slightly: "But another possibility is not ruled out, that is, the jihadist army, who has no way out at all, will choose to die with us."

"If... I'm just saying that if they reject our conditions, and eventually the jihadist army is wiped out, what will the thousands of Ring of Order believers in the old continent think?"

"They don't see it as the end of the war, but as the beginning, with endless jihadist legions landing in new worlds, taking colonies to build a new one, and then someone else will come back, with Similar pretexts for massacres and looting... When there is nothing left to loot, these jihadists will start fighting each other."

"This process will last for more than ten years, or even decades, until several major forces gradually rise, will gradually stabilize, and finally return to the state of the new world almost thirty or forty years ago." Ansen said meaningfully:

"Then... it's a new cycle."

Louis pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, as if he was still somewhat unwilling:

"So in your eyes, we can only try our best to beg the Holy See to accept our conditions?"

"Well... I always felt that before you and me, the person who was particularly ungodly and disrespectful to the Church of the Ring of Order should never be the heir of the Bernard family." Anson couldn't help but smile:

"But you are right. The premise of everything must be that the Holy See admits and accepts compromise, which is just the bottom line."

"Now... at least now, the new world of UU reading www.uukanshu.com has not been able to truly turn the world upside down, ignoring the most powerful and influential forces in the old world—no one, this is what I said might be the trump card success and possible failure.”

"Is that so? I thought it was your 'hole card' that might not abide by the agreement in the end." Louis shook his head helplessly:

"I really don't understand, how can you be so confident in... such a group of people?"

"It's very simple, because I'm a good person." Anson smiled unabated.

"…What?"

"The minimum standard for a good person is to believe the words and promises made by another good person, and he should not go too deep into the details of the other person to see if he is really a good person."

Anson, who took the trouble to explain, took out his pocket watch, and opened the watch cover with a sound of "pop!", and the pointer just came to the position close to eleven:

"By the way, what's the weather outside now?"

"Very good—if there isn't so much gunpowder smoke." Louis said with a bit of annoyance: "There are no clouds, the wind is not strong, and the Yangguan is not very dazzling. It is a rare good weather in the new world."

"Really? That's good." Anson couldn't help but grinned:

"In this case, the Ser Phyllis opposite can see at a glance the surprise I prepared for him."

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