I Will Be The Crowned King - v4 Chapter 458 please drop

That's right, the Clovis people on the opposite side did request that the Borre Legion also participate in the strangulation of the private soldiers of Levent, but they did not explicitly say that the soldiers must use rifles, bayonets or even bare hands to kill their former comrades face to face. ... Bombing this group of people into the sky with artillery by myself is also in line with the agreement of both parties.

What's more important is that even if the opponent insists on him mobilizing the soldiers, how can he get a group of troops that can beat Lewente's private soldiers? He doesn't have the ability to know!

Pavel Dukaski has a certain reputation within the Borre Legion, but that's only because of Dukaski's history and influence within the Empire - especially in the South - not because of how much he really brings The army, a commander who holds military power and has a high reputation, so Bolly Levant would not dare to entrust him with the position of interim commander.

I even thought about it completely. The army that Pavel brought this time was very small, only about 500 people, and almost all of them were not the core elite of the Dukasky family... In fact, this is the majority of the entire jihadist army, except for a few The legion commander, even the heirs of famous giants, will not bring more than a thousand troops. Everyone is just trying to fool the Holy See and Emperor Herid.

The belief in the Ring of Order, the glory of the empire, has nothing to do with those of us who have our own fiefs and even territories; slaughtering the colonies will not make the fields more grains of wheat, iron ore, coal and logs. We have to sell to factories to make money, and kill all the colonists. Do we need to organize our own people to mine and log?

Protecting himself as much as possible, and at most reaching out to help a few wealthy families that are relatively close or valuable, is the only thing Pavel Dukasky has to do.

As for the "Wind Knight" Archduke Levant family? Unfamiliar, really mostly unfamiliar.

Completely annihilate Lewent's private army, surrender all his weapons, and then find a way to trick a few wealthy heirs into becoming prisoners of the Clovis people on the opposite side, and Pavel will be able to retreat with the remaining remnants of the defeated generals. Sail City, temporarily withdraw from this **** holy war - all the blame will be held on the doomed Lord Borre Levant Legion.

As for accidents such as the fleet being unable to arrive in time and the Clovis people repenting temporarily, he no longer thinks much about them. Those things have long been out of his control, and he really can't think of a better choice except to accept his fate.

After all, even if the Clovis were defeated here, the few remaining troops would not be able to defeat the chasing troops that followed, and "that man", or the truth behind him, seemed to have a way to make the Mujahideen's The fleet does what they want...

"hope so."

Looking at Slave Port, which was shrouded in darkness, Pavel, who murmured in a low voice, wiped off the blood on the knife with a handkerchief, and stood in front of him like a prayer, revealing only half of his resolute face.

Behind him, the artillerymen of the Bolei Legion blew the thunder of dawn, and the swarms of cannon muzzles spewed thick smoke and fiery red light that drowned everything, drawing a thick and colorful stroke on the dark horizon.

The blade fell, and dozens of golden and red trajectories rose in the night sky, drawing their own different trajectories and heading straight for the position of Chanugang.

The ear-piercing scream came, making the Levant private soldiers who were still struggling with the Storm Legion on the position look happy. They hid in place without the slightest hesitation, waiting for the enemy's position to be severely ravaged by artillery fire before taking the opportunity to attack. Taking down this line of defense that gave them a headache in one fell swoop.

It wasn't until the light became more and more dazzling that they noticed the anomaly and finally showed a look of panic and doubt, and looked at the starry sky in disbelief.

The merciless fire rain poured down, and the hot air waves and burning steel left a pit of blood and flesh on the ground.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-!!"

One after another, the shells were like heavy hammers, repeatedly smashing the ground scorched by the flames, turning the unprepared Levant private soldiers into ants on a hot pot, completely losing the basic order.

This is also related to the way Alexei builds the defense line... There are plains without slopes around Chanu Port. As long as the height is slightly raised, a good view can be obtained, so the entire position was built into a nearly trapezoid shape by him. The soil slopes, except for the trenches, are all slightly angled slopes.

The result is that although the enemy's shelling is difficult to fall into the trenches to kill the defenders, it is easy to cause accidental injuries to their own people who are exposed on the **** of the position; and when their target is no longer the trenches, but themselves on the slope. Human time... The hit rate and killing efficiency of artillery can naturally be significantly improved.

Under the dense rain of fire, the screams of the soldiers and the roar of the explosion were mixed together, and many people even charged towards the third line of defense in panic, but even if they were lucky enough not to be blown into pieces, they would eventually collapse. Under the guns of the Storm Legion.

"Well, how many shells do these deserters have? Did they really break through from Straw Town and escape to Slave Harbor?!"

Looking at the flames that kept devouring the flesh and blood, Alexei, who was hiding in the trenches, was terrified. Slave Harbor... The person who was "hospitable" by these gifts was himself.

"This... This should not only be the ammunition they carry with them. After all, even if it is a fully armed army, it is impossible to use artillery so recklessly... No amount of artillery shells is enough for them to squander."

The regiment chief on the side was surprisingly calm at this time: "I heard from the soldiers on the front line during the day that someone was shot and thought they were dead, but only broke a few ribs... Except for the real lead bullets, the other side seems to be starting to put Lightly polished stones were also used as cannonballs."

"Uh... It turned out to be like this, I said that their cannonballs are so many that they can't finish..." Alexei muttered to himself: "Stone cannonballs, if this is the case, wouldn't it be possible for the opponent to escape by chance? …”

At this moment, he didn't even know if he should worry about whether the covered artillery fire could completely annihilate Lewente's private soldiers, and whether the guy on the opposite side was really fulfilling the promise or planning to fool himself.

But looking at the momentum of the artillery fire in front of you, even if some of the artillery shells are stone, at least most of them should be real, right?

Squeezing out the few cigarette butts left in the corner of his mouth, Alexei decided to be as safe as possible: "You go and inform the shooting troops who are resting in the rear to gather as soon as possible, and stand on standby at the positions on the two flanks. As soon as you get the signal, act immediately and retake it. Second line of defense."

Even if the other party really intends to deceive trust by killing their own people, the demise of Levant's private soldiers is already an established fact; after losing more than 2,000 elites and a large number of artillery shells, the surviving Bolei Legion wants to go back on it. , and it is impossible to easily break through the two lines of defense and penetrate the defensive positions that he has spent countless efforts to build.

"Yes!"

The chief purser nodded and got up and left. He didn't know where the confidence and confidence of the leader of his own came from. As a subordinate, he just needed to execute it. He didn't easily inquire about the details of his colleagues, and he didn't ask much about the commander. The plan, which is also about to become a tradition in the Storm Legion.

The roaring artillery sounds gradually thinned out, and the gunpowder smoke that enveloped the entire position quietly covered the broken ground and slowly dissipated; Alexei and the commanders of several infantry companies cautiously emerged from under the trenches to observe The position that just ruined the core elite of the Bolei Legion: there were craters with black smoke, sand and mud that had been plowed over and over again.

They watched silently, and after ten minutes, they didn't see a single figure standing upright.

The private soldiers of the Levant family...probably...should be...all wiped out, right?

The words came out of several heads that got out of the trenches almost at the same time.

"Look, they're here!"

Marcus, who suddenly narrowed his eyes, raised the telescope in his hand and shouted to point somewhere in the dark night.

"where?!"

"In... er... north!"

"Which north?!"

"It's due north... North! North!"

"I know it's the north, so I ask you which north!"

"Ah this..."

The speechless Marcus could only force the telescope into the hands of the suddenly irritable Alexei. The group of people was in a hurry for a long time before finally confirming the location of the golden iris flag on the horizon.

Thousands of jihadist soldiers lined up in dozens of tight phalanxes, slowly approaching the position; their speed was not fast, and they did not look like they were ready, but let Alexei My heart is tight.

He himself was a member of the Storm Legion at the Battle of Eagle Point, after the Southern Legion had defeated the Isir Praetorian Guard—then still the Storm Legion—but he had also heard somewhat from Karl and Fabien that the Commander-in-Chief had taken Eagle Point. The cause and the process, and how to coax and deceive, let half of the defenders take the initiative to surrender, and even use their own heads as a name.

The situation now is very similar to that at the time, the only difference is that now I have become the defender, threatening and enticing the attacker who is much stronger than me to hand over the pitch.

Although it was almost the same, he still couldn't keep calm. He was so nervous that he wanted to explode on the spot in the next second. His body was trembling slightly unconsciously, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the saber.

The more nervous he was, the more he couldn't figure it out. Commander-in-chief Anson Bach, who was in a more difficult situation than himself at the time, how could a person who is so afraid of death keep calm?

Alexey couldn't figure it out, but the current situation didn't allow him to continue thinking about it... The jihadist army on the opposite side had already crossed the occupied first line of defense and began to move closer to the second line of defense.

No need for extra orders, the soldiers of the Storm Legion lying in the trenches raised their guns one after another, and the bayonet on their waists was also moved to the most convenient position to pull out, ready to counterattack at any time.

Under the extremely depressing atmosphere, the phalanx in the front row of the jihadist army suddenly spread out to form a three-row line, stepping on the still smoking, charred soil, continued to look ahead, and slowly advanced.

The nervous Alexei was already tense all over, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe, and his hands even started to burst into flames unconsciously. .

The harsh bugle sounded, and the jihadist army suddenly stopped.

"Everyone - get ready!"

The command sounded, and the soldiers lined up took off their rifles from their shoulders, began to load ammunition in an orderly manner, and locked the bolt.

"Raise the gun—"

Like a pianist waving down a note, three rows of rifles were raised in unison, and the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the position in the dark; the nervous Alexei swallowed hard, and his slightly trembling right hand was raised above his head. .

If the other party really doesn't intend to fulfill the promise, if this is really just a trap, if...

"put-!"

"boom--!!"

The dazzling gun flames lit up on the position, rolling up thick white gunpowder smoke.

Alexei trembled all over, his trembling right hand almost fell, but he was forcibly controlled at the last second.

The ones who fell... were soldiers of the Mujahideen Army.

The soldiers of the Mujahideen Army who were lined up in a neat line were aimed at the head, neck, back... like shooting a target in the execution ground, they fell neatly by the soldiers who were still maintaining a phalanx formation behind them.

Seemingly stunned by the sight in front of him, Alexei stared blankly at the scene in front of him, not even noticing the exclamations and shouts of the officers and soldiers behind him.

And the gunfire continued.

Sensing the abnormality, the soldiers of the jihadist army screamed for mercy, escaped, and resisted... but these were meaningless, and the panic formation could not immediately organize a counterattack. The narrow position was completely within the effective range of the phalanx, UU read www. uukanshu.com kneeling down and surrendering can only slightly reduce the probability of being hit...

Even when many people tried to fire back, they were surprised to find that the rifles issued to them were simply broken, or they simply did not give themselves ammunition bags, and blew out the only lead bullet in the barrel, and the weapon in their hand was empty. Not even as practical as a spear.

And more jihad soldiers didn't even realize this, and died at the gunpoint of their comrades.

Twenty minutes... The guards at Slave Harbor were silent for 20 minutes, watching as the Bolei Legion on the opposite side shot and killed their comrades, and after the battle, they silently took it up. The bayonet's rifle is close to the patch, making sure nothing goes wrong.

The next second, the tight queue separated, and a figure holding the Ring of Order flag walked out of the phalanx, stepped on the bones everywhere, and went straight to the front of the third line of defense.

No one opened fire, and the confused and confused Storm Legion soldiers even forgot to point their guns at the enemy and froze in place; Alexei in the headquarters completely froze, The telescope in his hand fell to the ground without realizing it.

The next second, the figure suddenly let go of the flagpole in his hand, letting the flag fall into the trenches; seeing this, the jihadist soldiers behind him also threw away their rifles, military caps, ammunition bags... they threw them at their feet. side.

"I am the acting commander of the Boley Crusaders, the heir to the Earl of Glory Castle, the heir to the Dukowski family, Pavel Duksky!" The expressionless Pavel said solemnly:

"As the acting legion commander, I will fulfill the previous agreement with your army, hand over my weapons and give up resistance..."

"Officially... Surrender to your army!"