MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 16 22 years old, is the head of the group

Anson, who was sleepless all night and barely fell asleep almost at dawn, woke up from his comfortable (hard) bed as soon as the sun rose, like every qualified officer.

Wake up hungry.

Report to Brigadier General Ludwig, "Interrogation" Louis Bernard, a strange message from the "Old God School"... Ansen, who was tossed for a whole day, did not eat anything that could be called "food" except for spiritual food. .

The confused Anson dragged his tired body through the muddy trenches and walked towards the military barracks restaurant he remembered.

Although the Thundercastle levy is a bad army, because they are in the kingdom, the commander, Brigadier General Ludwig, is the son of the archbishop of the kingdom church, so the standard of food is quite good, even reaching the standard that many regular elites can enjoy.

Take Anson, an army captain as an example, he can receive 700 grams of dry bread, 500 grams of fresh or cured meat, 300 grams of fresh vegetables or pickles, a small piece of cheese and jam, a bottle of beer and a A pack of cigarettes, and a bottle of wine for three days, plus the occasional fresh fruit.

These meals will not be delivered directly to the soldiers, but will be cooked by the cooks at the headquarters in the barracks kitchen, and then brought to the positions by the commanders of each regiment with horse trailers in the regiment, and distributed in units of companies.

Compared with ordinary soldiers, his biggest privilege as a captain is that he does not have to squat in the trenches, holding a hot lunch box for fear of being splashed by muddy water, but has a special barracks restaurant—long tables and benches in the mud pit— You can sit comfortably and enjoy the "food".

Looking at the stewed soup of cured meat and vegetables in front of him, the crispy golden bread, the beer with tempting foam, and the cheese and small candies to accompany the meal, the hungry Anson was quite satisfied with the army's food.

It would be even more satisfying without the "Old Gods," the damned war, and the apparently problematic Thundercastle.

"You have a good appetite, my adjutant..."

Captain Carl, who was carrying the lunch box, sat opposite him, with a pillar wrapped in old newspaper in his arms, and looked at Anson with some dejection: "Oh, you haven't slept well?"

What's wrong?

The right hand reaching for the beer stopped in the air, Anson with dark circles looked at Carl Bain in confusion.

Looking at this guy who didn't understand, Carl had no choice but to say:

"Those of us are going to be unemployed soon!"

"Unemployed?!"

Anson was stunned. He was unemployed as soon as he started his job, and he hadn't even passed the internship period!

"It's really a guy from the capital..." Carl shook his head and said in a very envious tone, "My supervisor adjutant, a motley army like us will be withdrawn after the battle."

"Of course it's usually not that fast; the problem is that our regiment commander Willen Small—the fat man who was shot by the brigadier that day—is gone, and if no officer wants to take over, our regiment will have to be disbanded immediately!"

"I guess it should be today."

Carl, who became more and more desperate, began to sigh: "The soldiers may be recruited by several other regiments that are missing. As for me... sigh, I will probably be driven to some **** again and become a militia company commander with no future. Bar?"

"But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing. Anyway, this war started very strangely. It is estimated that it will end in a few months, and it will still be disbanded at that time..."

Do not.

Anson said silently in his heart.

Although it is still unclear what happened, the war between Clovis and the Empire may not end so easily.

Recalling the blood-red writing, the silent Anson frowned slightly.

I originally thought that I was just accidentally participating in a war that had nothing to do with me, but maybe that wasn't the case.

The previous owner of this body, "Former Anson", why did he want to join the "Old God School"?

Really... just for amateur interest?

"Boom!"

He tore off the old newspaper wrapped outside, and with a sigh, Karl smashed the rum hidden inside on the long table, and touched two wine glasses: "Forget it, think about something better."

"Where did you get the rum?"

Anson asked curiously, in the "former Anson", the memory drink belongs only to the navy, and the army cannot enjoy it.

"The barracks is a very magical place, as long as you don't have anything you can't get." Karl chuckled slightly smugly:

"It's nothing. When I was a militia company commander at Fort Lei Ming, even if it was a meal for nobles and high-ranking officers, as long as I had a good relationship with the back kitchen, it wasn't impossible..."

"Have you ever been a company commander in Thundercastle?!"

Shocked, Anson abruptly got up from the bench and stared at Carl who was startled.

With such an important source of information by your side, you have never discovered it? !

No... Anson, who was in shock, immediately realized that he had overlooked another very important question:

"Captain Carl Bain, how many officers and soldiers in the current Thunder Fort levy are the former Thunder Fort fortress defenders?!"

"Uh...this is not easy to count." Carl, who had flickering eyes, said hesitantly: "Except for the artillery, cavalry and grenadier regiments brought by the general...about a quarter of the rest? After all, Thunder Fort is also a military station and A fortress, no matter how small it is, has at least one or two thousand defenders..."

"One or two thousand defenders, and heavy artillery... How did the Thunder Fort fortress fall?" Anson continued to ask.

Looking up at Anson with a burning gaze, Carl, who sighed, poured two glasses of rum for himself and him:

"My adjutant, if you want to chat, I don't mind telling you; but if it's for the purpose of retaking Thunder Castle... it's better to save it."

An Sen, who took the wine glass, sat down slowly, and he also realized that he was too impatient.

The two people holding the wine glasses were silent, and their moods were different.

"It shouldn't be so easy to lose."

Karl, who put down the wine glass, suddenly sighed: "I can't remember the details, but two days before the fortress fell, we had already received a report from the front line that a small group of imperial troops was rushing towards Thunder Fort. "

"They attacked at night. It was a moonless night like yesterday. The movement was not like a sneak attack." Holding the wine glass, Karl's eyes gradually became fascinated.

Following his narration, flashbacks appeared in Anson's mind:

Carl Bain, who had finished his rotation, was about to return to the dormitory when he heard the loud noise of artillery shelling above the fortress; soon, the sound of hoofs roaring like a wave also swept from the horizon outside the city.

The alarm bell in the Thunder Fortress was loud, and there were panicked soldiers everywhere who didn't know what was going on. Karl, who was also panicked, carried the rifle he brought on duty, and instinctively gathered the troops that were scattered into a group.

But when he gathered the soldiers under his command, what he saw was the captured city gate and the deserters scattered like a torrent.

The Imperial Army that broke through the fort seemed to have no intention of pursuing it at all, and let the defenders escape from Thunder Fort...

"Internal response?"

Anson blurted out.

"It's possible, but it shouldn't just be an internal response." Karl, who was suffocating his rum, shook his head in despair: "Don't look down on Thundercastle so much, you just have a way to escape the artillery and attack under the city wall, with narrow corridors and countless The shooting holes can also cause heavy casualties to the attackers!”

"The enemy should have used other methods to make the soldiers standing guard unable to resist; I have also asked many people, but they can't say why. Basically, like me, they were taken out of the city by the fleeing soldiers. ."

can't resist...

An Sen, who was in deep thought, remembered the blood-red handwriting last night.

Could it be that the "Old Gods" in Thundercastle are imperial people?

If this is the case, then what is the purpose of the "Old God Sect" assisting the Empire to capture Thunder Fort and let it retake it - to anger the Kingdom of Clovis, to make this war a real full-scale war, or to have other plans ?

He knows too little information!

"Don't think too much... Hey, all of you young people feel that you are special and that you are the master of fate; when you reach my age, you will know that you are the one who was slaughtered."

The opposite Carl was still drinking rum in a dejected manner: "Anyway, our regiment is about to be disbanded. Even if you find out the truth of the matter now and know how to capture Thundercastle, it's not enough..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Looking at Karl whose expression was frozen, Anson, who was still holding a wine glass, couldn't help but turn his eyes behind him...

"Brigadier General Ludwig?!"

Ludwig, with an indifferent expression, stared at the enamel pocket watch in the palm of his right hand without moving his eyes; behind him was Roman with a fierce face.

"I'll give you 30 minutes. Within 30 minutes, I want to see the First Corps assemble and stand by in front of the position, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Ludwig, who slowly raised his eyes, was no longer in sight of the two of them.

Fifteen minutes later, the fully armed First Corps assembled in front of Ludwig.

In the piercing cold wind in the morning, the uneasy soldiers lowered their heads; it was only a few days ago that the regiment commander Willen Small was shot in public, and no one dared to look the brigadier general in the eyes.

With his hands behind his back, Ludwig Franz, who looked like a rifle, snorted coldly, his eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the queue one by one, as if trying to remember everyone's appearance.

The repressed silence continued until Ludwig spoke slowly:

"I know that many of you think that if I shoot your regiment commander, they will not let you go, and will not let go of this first corps."

A sonorous and powerful voice resounded in the howling wind:

"I also know that each of you is ready to be disbanded, and you all decide that sooner or later, you will be recruited by another regiment, be dismissed, and be driven to the wilderness outside the camp as a vagabond."

"I also know that there are already a lot of rumors about you in the military camp, saying that your actions to defend your position have proved my incompetence as a commander; so your commander's yesterday is your tomorrow; for the sake of face, I— Ludwig Franz will let all of you die without a place to be buried!"

With a sneer, Ludwig raised his head at the soldiers of the 1st Corps and roared:

"Now I'm officially telling you—you! They! All wrong!"

"Big mistake!"

Standing in the icy cold wind, Ludwig took a deep breath: "I, Ludwig Franz, will never betray a soldier who is loyal to his duty, and will never punish any team that dares to fight against a strong enemy. At present, the army that stands firm!"

"The 1st Corps is an army brave enough to fight alone; the soldiers of the 1st Corps are the soldiers who dare to face three times the enemy and shout the bayonet!"

"Of course, some people still say something right - your bravery proves my incompetence; to have such an army under my command is my Ludwig's honor and the honor of the first levy of Thunderburgh. !"

An Sen, who was standing at the far right of the queue, looked sideways slightly.

After a few minutes, even without looking at it, he could feel that the emotions of the soldiers beside him were obviously different from before.

This sudden kindness shocked them who were already prepared for the worst.

"So you can rest assured, I will never disperse you to various units." Ludwig's voice was still loud:

"From tomorrow onwards, there will be a steady stream of supplies, equipment will be replenished to you, and new soldiers will join you; the first corps must look like the first!"

"I assure you, if the Grenadiers have them, you will have them; if the Grenadiers don't have them, you will have them too!" Ludwig held down the saber on his waist, and pierced the sky with his sharp blade.

"The 1st Corps will become a flag, a flag that we will surely take back the Fort Thunder Fortress!" Roaring, Ludwig turned his attention to Anson:

"First Corps, Captain Anson Bach, out!"

An Sen was slightly startled, and walked to the front of the team in front of everyone's eyes.

"Roman!" Ludwig stared at a certain army captain, UU reading www. uukanshu.com said without looking back:

"read!"

"Yes!"

The fierce-looking Roman took out a letterhead sealed with ink pad, and faced the soldiers of the First Corps:

"By the decree of my king—

Appoint Anson Bach, a student of the Royal Military Academy, as the commander of the 1st Corps of the 1st Recruitment Army of Fort Thunder and confer the rank of lieutenant colonel; this appointment will take effect immediately from the second day after the order is issued - the Privy Council of the Kingdom of Clovis! "

The voice fell.

The soldiers who were surprised and didn't know what happened, and Carl Bain, who was stunned, turned their eyes to a certain supervisor adjutant.

The indifferent Ludwig stared at Anson, deliberately walked to a distance where only the two of them could hear each other's voices, and nodded slightly:

"It was supposed to wait until three days later, but I temporarily decided to give you a surprise; next, it's your turn to give me a surprise."

Looking at the other party's gloomy gaze, An Sen's mouth twitched, not daring to smile.

The next second, Ludwig, who stepped forward, passed Anson and said solemnly to the front:

"Soldiers of the First Corps, salute your commander!"

A sonorous and powerful voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"All have-"

Carl Bain, who was the first to react, took a step forward and looked at Anson's back with extremely complicated eyes:

"salute!"

More than 200 soldiers smashed their rifles on the ground in unison, and slammed their right hands on their chests.

Although everything was expected, when Anson turned to face everyone, his expression was still a little dazed.

According to memory, he in this world is only twenty-two years old this year.

Is the head of the team.