I Will Be The Crowned King

"The turret is destroyed, confirm the target!"

As the herald's slightly excited words sounded, an atmosphere of joy began to shroud the artillery fortress; many soldiers couldn't help standing up and looked at the sky-high figures on the wall of the fortress with unconcealed expressions of excitement. flare.

Ludwig, whose heartstrings were always tense, couldn't help the urge to raise the corner of his mouth at this moment, and the knuckle of his right hand, which was holding the saber, turned slightly white.

He didn't even think of it himself, he just inadvertently raised the muzzle a little bit, and he actually hit the main battery of Thunder Fort with one shot.

Even if tonight's siege ended in failure, the Thunder Fort, which is a fortress, has lost her greatest threat, and can no longer organize an artillery attack of the same scale as before;

All the fortifications will be burnt down in the melee tonight, and the hastily built positions are simply impossible to stop the siege of several times the army;

The only thing that could pose a threat to them was their elite cavalry and knightly officers; but these galloping warriors, in the siege battle, which was dominated by melee and line confrontation, not only delayed time. How much power can it exert?

At this moment, the outcome is decided!

"Silence!"

Resisting the joy in his heart, Ludwig with a grim face interrupted the cheers of the soldiers: "It just happened to knock down one of the enemy's forts. The battle is still going on, and it's far from the time to decide the outcome."

"We must maintain the current momentum, continue to bombard the walls of Thunder Fort to suppress it and provide cover for the attacking army; increase the firing angle of mortars and try to bombard the main fort!"

"Yes-!!"

The soldiers answered in unison.

Ludwig, who nodded slightly, glanced sideways at the messenger behind him whose cheeks were flushed with excitement:

"Is there any news about the Grenadier regiment?"

"not yet."

The herald, who came back to his senses immediately, looked nervously at the brigadier general: "I have already sent all the cavalry out. Once the grenadier regiment returns to the original path, someone will immediately come to pick it up and let the nearby cavalry announce it."

Ludwig didn't say anything. He looked down at the pocket watch in his right hand. The time on the dial was 2:30.

In another forty minutes, whether or not the grenadier regiment can arrive, he must order a general attack.

Without the help of the most trusted grenadier regiment, can you really rely on recruits with very low quality and experience to win victory?

The next moment, Ludwig, who no longer hesitated, raised his eyes and said sharply:

"Send the order, leave a small team of cavalry in charge of responding, and the rest will all retreat to their positions and be the last before the general attack..."

"Boom-!!"

A violent explosion sounded without warning.

Ludwig, who was interrupted, didn't have time to be surprised, and almost instinctively turned his eyes to the direction from which the explosion sounded—on the fortress fortress covered in smoke and dust in the rainstorm, the sky-high flames lit up the night again.

"This, what is this..."

The stunned Ludwig turned his eyes to his side, but the soldiers in the artillery position also had dumbfounded expressions; the ammunitionman who was stunned in the spot even had his mouth widened, and even the cannonballs dropped on the soles of his feet. Hit without realizing it.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, a thunderous explosion sounded once again on the city wall covered by raging flames!

"Boom!"

It was another firelight that shot straight into the sky in the smoke of gunpowder.

An Sen, whose scalp was numb, lay on the ground, his eyes closed, and the surrounding pictures kept flashing in his mind.

Carl, who was leaning against the edge of the city wall, desperately supported his body with the broken flagpole, and shouted something to the surrounding;

The terrified Lisa hugged her rifle and hid under a corpse that had been scorched by the explosion. Her petite body was shivering constantly.

In the violent vibration and roar, one soldier after another fell to the ground, and then fell from the city wall screaming in the air waves rolled up by the explosion, and slammed into the ruins everywhere, and the trenches full of wooden thorns. among.

But the explosion in the fort on the opposite side did not stop, one shock after another, a firelight after a firelight, flashing one after another in the smoke-filled torrential rain.

The gravel and rubble that rushed to the sky, as well as the broken limbs that were scorched black by the bombing, the military baggage... scattered from the sky like raindrops, scattered on the city wall that was still shaking violently.

Anson gritted his teeth, feeling that he was extremely unlucky.

Ludwig would use suppressive fire on the fortress walls, which was slightly beyond Anson's expectations; according to the deployment of the two before the battle, the artillery positions should have ceased fire half an hour ago.

However, considering that the archbishop's own son was born in artillery, it is not particularly surprising that he would rely too much on artillery support without seeing any hope of victory.

But one thing is certain, that is, any artillery and any blasting bomb on the siege position absolutely do not have this level of power.

So here comes the question - what exactly did Ludwig hit with the shot just now? !

"Uh... big, it's probably the shells and propellants stacked on the turret, right?"

In the artillery base, the frightened herald looked at the billowing smoke on the distant city wall, and couldn't help swallowing: "After all, Thunder Fort is only a military station in the territory, not a border fort, and it was designed without considering the possibility of being attacked. Large-scale siege, so the passage on the city wall was designed to be very narrow in order to save space."

"Maybe the imperial defenders have also discovered this. In order to prevent the artillery from needing to worry about the lack of shells for a quick counterattack when they are attacked, they stocked up a large number of shells and propellants in the fort, so I said..."

So, that shot just now hits the ammunition depot of Fort Thunder, right?

Looking at the city wall that was still flickering with fire, Ludwig's expression was extremely difficult to see.

Destiny seemed to be joking with himself, allowing himself to kill the biggest threat and obstacle with one shot, and also blocked all possibilities for reinforcements and turning the tide of the battle.

At least until the end of the explosion, any military operations against the Fort Thunder Fortress can only be temporarily stopped. Even if the grenadier regiment arrives immediately, it is impossible to rush into the battlefield in a sea of ​​flames.

"However, this may not be a bad thing." Noticing the brigadier general's worsening expression, the UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com herald hurriedly said:

"Because the fort of Thunder Fort is very strong, the explosions are almost confined to the city wall, and the casualties to the levies that are besieging the fortress are minimal. It can be said to be a fortune in misfortune."

"And you see, the explosion has stopped."

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The chest was dull... This was the only feeling Anson had when he just got up.

Pushing away the charred corpse that was pressing on him beyond recognition, Anson, who was swaying, struggled to stand up. A strong feeling of vomiting kept rolling in his body, but he was quickly pressed down.

"Anson! Anson?!"

"I'm fine!"

Anson, who responded, looked at Lisa behind him, the thin and small figure ran to Carl's side at some point, and with a little difficulty dragged the adjutant out of the pile of rubble.

Seeing each other, the three of them let out a long sigh of relief, leaned against the broken parapet, supported each other, and began to gather troops to count the casualties.

There were nearly 300 people who followed the flag and rushed to the city wall. After the count, there were still more than 200 people left, and the casualties reached one-third, which was very close to the critical value of morale collapse.

But compared to the imperial defenders on the opposite side, Anson found himself lucky - the entire fort had been turned into a sea of ​​fire, all the fortifications and the chest cavity had been crushed by the blast of air, and everywhere was scorched and burned Bones buried in rubble.

Seeing all this, he silently turned his head, looked at Karl, who had stood up, and nodded.

The next second, Anson picked up the rifle from the ground and raised the bright bayonet above his head:

"The First Corps - Charge Queue, assemble!"

"Target the main castle, for victory, advance—!"