MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 26 Anson's speech

This is a field cannon that is nearly a man tall from the wheel of a gun wagon, leaving deep ruts in the mud-filled trenches; a unicorn relief symbolizing the kingdom of Clovis, a golden cannon cast in bronze His head held high.

Because the gun body is too heavy, even throwing away the attached ammunition box is more than a ton, so it can only walk slowly on the position; the originally spacious artillery camp was surrounded by soldiers surrounded by water. The heavy artillery dawdling in the trenches was either surprised, or sighed, and complimented.

Just her body shape and the dazzling metallic luster made the soldiers feel a lot of security, and they all crowded around invariably, and even pulled up the ropes and towed the guns with the grenadier regiment in charge of the escort.

Obviously, even the recruits who have just joined the levy are not difficult to find. Compared with the artillery of the 1st Corps, this field cannon is definitely not of the same rank, regardless of its length, weight, or its deep and wide muzzle. .

Compared with her, the so-called "bang bang gun" is simply a shame in the artillery world. It is an inferior existence that can only be called "carrying gun". Wild girl, there is a world of difference.

A whole company of grenadiers, with the assistance of almost all the soldiers of the 1st Corps, did their best to drag the two field cannons, plus a twenty-four-pound mortar, into the artillery base. Good gun emplacement.

In addition to the three heavy artillery pieces, the ammunition box and the corresponding artillerymen, the ammunition that was supposed to arrive a few days later was sent to the first corps position, which made Anson and Karl a little surprised.

Obviously, although the entire artillery fort is still in the construction stage, Ludwig can't wait; he can't wait to arm his troops to the teeth, waiting for the imperial defenders to take the initiative to hit him, so that he can take revenge.

"That's all, the weapons and people have already been delivered." After glancing at the crowds of soldiers, Roman, with his hands behind his back, stared coldly at Anson:

"From now on, this artillery base will be handed over to you."

"I understand." Anson nodded slightly, without changing his face: "This shows Brigadier Ludwig's trust in me, and I will not live up to his expectations."

"It's not just expectations, but absolutely can't lose."

Roman's eyes looked directly at An Sen's, and there was a faint sense of oppression in the coldness: "For this victory, the price the brigadier general has paid is enough to form another Thundercastle levy."

"Once he loses this battle or has any accident, he will be kicked out by the army for a reason, and it is impossible for him to return to the army again in this lifetime - I will never let this happen!"

Looking at Roman, who clearly meant "threat", An Sen was vigilant.

Any accident... Did he find something?

But thinking about it carefully, Anson felt that it was impossible. The positions of the 1st Corps and the Grenadiers were far apart, and the only contact between him and Roman was when he interrogated Louis Bernard and went to the Brigadier General's camp.

As an officer, Roman couldn't have run to his camp for no reason, and Anson's diary was always carried by Anson.

The up-and-down noises in the position got louder and louder. Roman, who had left with his back to him, suddenly stopped, and glanced sideways at Anson, who was also looking at him:

"Besides, this is just my personal suggestion... while there is still time, think about what to do after this siege is over-if you can survive."

"Thank you, I'll think about it." Anson nodded his thanks, but his expression was a little weird.

This close associate of Brigadier General Ludwig really did not forget to beat himself for a moment...

When the three artillery pieces and the remaining ammunition boxes were all handed over, the grim-faced Lieutenant Colonel Roman and his grenadiers quickly recovered into a column in the crowd, turning around and leaving with a neat pace enough to make the honor guard feel ashamed. Didn't wait too long.

Surrounded by the figures of the privates watching them leave, the artillery fort that was still very lively just now became much deserted.

at this time……

"The First Corps, everyone obeys orders!"

Carl Bain, who suddenly shouted loudly, made everyone stunned:

"Three columns, close formation, gather!"

"Yes--!!!!"

The unidentified soldiers reacted instinctively, quickly put on their weapons and sorted out their uniforms, and assembled in the artillery positions according to their respective formations.

Even Lina, who was still arguing with him just now, was in a panic, carrying a rifle a few heads taller than herself, and stood at the front row of the queue, with canned meat still remaining on the corners of her mouth and cheeks. scum.

Two minutes later, Carl, who finally nodded, turned around and walked towards Anson, looking at the uniform team in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

Anson, who deliberately lowered his voice, asked Carl inexplicably.

"Do something that I don't think you should regret." Carl, who spoke lazily, looked at Anson with a very serious look:

"The day the main force escaped, our group did not flee with the main force, but believed that you chose to stay and fought three times as many enemies at the artillery position."

"On the day the cavalry raided, our group still believed in you; more than 200 scumbags held the position against the siege of more than 300 imperial cavalry;"

"Now our group still believes in you, and built a cannon under the fortress artillery; we will continue to believe in you in the future... I believe that you will take us back to the Thunder Fort instead of dying..."

Karl suddenly paused and wanted to grab Anson's collar, but he slowly put his hand down, his dark circles radiating a determined light:

"Anson Bach... my commander-in-chief, don't you think you should say something to this group of people who believe in you...?"

Looking into Carl's eyes, Anson was silent for a full minute.

He looked at the basically built artillery fort behind him, turned his head, and swept his dark brown eyes to the soldiers of the first corps lined up in neat formation.

Looking at them, they are either confused or determined, pretending to be calm, numb, brave, cowardly, uneasy, firm... all kinds of expressions.

Some of them are veterans who have fought with them twice, some are recruits who have just been recruited from the rear, and some are just to avoid starvation to eat...

But then they have to be the same as themselves - for their livelihood and survival, they will fight a battle that has nothing to do with them, and they will take back a fortress that they don't even know the meaning of.

At that moment, Anson felt an impulse surge from his chest, making him tremble all over.

"soldiers!"

The passionate cry exploded from Anson's throat, and instantly all the eyes of the entire artillery fort were focused on him~www.novelbuddy.com~ In less than four days, under the threat of enemy artillery fire, With a shovel and a shovel built this indestructible fortress; with sweat, the trenches stretched to the enemy's fortress;"

"Now she is yours. The banner and horn of the march to Thunder Fort are tightly held in the hands of the First Corps; when the battle begins, the first shot to retake the fort will also be fired by you!"

While speaking, An Sen strode to the edge of the cannon, stood directly on the unprotected parapet, straightened his waist and looked down at the crowd:

"Soldiers! No matter what kind of difficulties we face next, don't be afraid. Let's face them with a smile! The best way to overcome difficulties is..."

"Boom!"

Just as Anson was excitedly preparing to imitate Ludwig to draw his knife, there was a loud noise behind him.

The abruptly stopped An Sen's expression froze on his face, and he turned back as if guessing something.

Then……

"Boom!!!!"

A solid bullet hit the wall of the fort a dozen meters away to his right, creating a huge gap.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire fort became quiet.

"The enemy's fire is coming, go into the trench to hide—!"

Carl Bain's heart-wrenching cry sounded, and the soldiers of the private regiment who had just returned to their uniforms immediately dispersed!

In the smoke that was rolled up, An Sen, who was stunned in shock, jumped from the parapet into the cannon, and rushed into the trench without looking back, leaving only an empty, unfinished cannon fort. position.

On the fifteenth day of the siege of Fort Thunder, a prospective graduate of the Royal Army Academy, a lieutenant colonel, the commander of the 1st Corps of the Conscription Army, Anson Bach's first speech in front of the battle in his life, a school artillery misfired by the Imperial Army The hastily announced the end.