MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 3 blood force

"Bang-! Bang-!"

Two shots, one after the other, cut through the silence of the early morning battlefield, but soon returned to dead silence.

An imperial officer stopped and frowned as he looked at the direction of the gunshots; the persistent morning fog, visibility was less than ten meters, and it was impossible to judge what happened.

"You!" He looked at a sergeant beside him: "Take your squad to investigate the situation."

"Follow your orders!"

"The rest - gather up the formation, form two columns, and advance along the trenches!"

"Follow the order—!!"

A slightly messy but powerful voice echoed in the fog for a long time.

At the same time, Anson and Carl, who were retreating, didn't have time to run very far, and hid under a shelter at the corner of a trench.

This is a simple bunker with a hole dug in the earth wall of the trench, and several wooden boards are stacked together; there are some scattered materials piled next to it;

"The dregs of the empire are in front, there must be almost a company."

Stuck against the dirt wall behind him, Carl Bain, who looked a little ugly, turned his head to look at Anson:

"It's troublesome, there's no detour from here to the artillery base; you have to wait for them to go first and then follow, or you'll have to climb out of the trenches, and you'll be caught by... footsteps, someone's coming! "

"Six." Anson, who tried his best to remain calm, held the gun without blinking.

With his back to the earth wall, he could clearly "see" in his mind: a small group of soldiers from the United Kingdom, from the trench behind him on his right side, leaned slightly and moved to this side.

The fog and the narrow environment made each other very careful. The four people in the middle stood side by side, one in the front and one in the front, to ensure that everyone was within sight of each other at all times.

A sergeant with vigilant eyes and pretending to be calm; a recruit with weak legs and nervousness; a veteran with a relaxed body and not taking it seriously...

Their expressions, postures, steps, every move, and even how thick the fog is around them, how far they can notice the location...

Anson "sees" it clearly.

Even if he was standing in front of them now, Anson didn't think he could "see" so clearly.

Remaining calm, he measured the distance between the two sides while thinking about what this absolutely abnormal "gold finger" was.

Shouldn't it have something to do with the amateur interests of "Former Anson": what "magic", "truth", "old gods who can't be called by their first names"? !

Outside the shelter, the sound of footsteps in the thick fog is getting closer.

With his back close to the trench, and listening to the sound "passing by" close to him, Carl Bain raised his heart to his throat.

An Sen, who was no longer "thinking" for the time being, also began to carefully observe the movements outside.

Sure enough... the other party found bloodstains outside the tent: the leading sergeant glanced around and let a recruit guard outside the tent, while he and the veteran entered the tent.

The other three were on guard at the corner of the trench, five paces away from the shelter where Anson was hiding.

When it emerges, it will be exposed;

When the gun rings, you will be surrounded;

The recruits outside the tent and the other three were separated by nearly ten paces. They couldn't see clearly, but they could still distinguish the figures; the two people who entered the tent couldn't stay inside for too long.

So either bet that the other party won't find out and wait for them to leave on their own; or... use a more proactive approach.

The two people in the tent can't be alerted, and the recruits outside the tent can't be found; under this premise, kill the three enemies that can be detected when you retreat.

There is only one chance... Anson pursed his lips tightly, and a draft plan with clear steps gradually became clear in his mind.

He raised his right hand and broke the bayonet from the rifle slot, making a soft sound.

"Click."

The moment the voice sounded, countless scenes poured into Anson's consciousness:

The sergeants and veterans in the tent glanced at the empty tent in confusion;

The recruits holding the guns glanced back and forth nervously, and swept their eyes to the other end of the trench;

One of the three guards vaguely heard the movement behind them, turned around and walked towards the shelter, while the other two were still standing there, with their guns hanging at their feet, whispering and laughing at each other;

The confused soldier slowed his pace, looking around as if he suspected that he had heard it wrong, with his back to the two companions behind him;

Step by step, gradually approaching the cover.

"Puff puff."

The footsteps became clearer, and the nervous Karl's heartbeat basically stopped.

"Puff puff."

The footsteps stopped.

The soldier who inadvertently lowered his head suddenly widened his eyes and saw the shelter at the corner.

"Pfft!"

The next second, a bayonet suddenly appeared on his neck!

The sharp blade pierced his throat, and the soldier who was struggling to death didn't even have time to shout; Anson, who was holding the handle of the knife, dragged him directly behind him, and pulled the bayonet out by gravity.

Six steps away, the two soldiers who were still joking were completely unaware of what was happening behind them. Anson stepped forward without hesitation, and the blood-stained bayonet pierced through the mouth of the nearest person.

The last soldier who was startled by the sudden situation was covered by Anson before he could call for help.

The next second, he stared at Anson with a pain in the back of his neck; Carl Bain, who was hiding behind, tore his throat with a sharp blade.

Carl Bain and Anson, who were so nervous that they could hardly breathe, looked at each other. They tacitly threw the corpse in their arms into the trenches behind them, and then left without looking back.

The recruits who waited to stand guard swept their eyes to this side, and all they saw was a thick fog.

In the quiet trenches, nothing happened, and everything looked the same as before.

Carl, who was closely behind Anson, was so shocked that he was almost speechless.

This guy Anson Bach... he's not human at all!

Of the six people, three were killed in the blink of an eye, and the rest did not know that half of their staff had been reduced.

Or because the guy in front of him didn't do anything!

Seriously, even if Anson just rushed out and shot one at a time, killing all the six scumbags, leaving him unscathed... Karl felt that he probably wouldn't be as surprised as he is now.

"What's the matter, you... why are you looking at me like this? "

"nothing!"

Carl shook his head in a panic, UU reading www.uukanshu. com's slightly flattering expression made Ansen a little hairy: "You... just now, isn't that the legendary... bloodline power?"

Anson frowned slightly.

The so-called "power of blood" is a rare kind of power that is inherited and inherited from blood.

Whether the bloodline is old enough, whether it is a "hybrid" that only inherits a thin bloodline, or a noble "pure blood" will affect the strength of this power.

Because it is too rare, and in the Clovis Kingdom, almost all people with the power of blood are nobles, and they are naturally regarded as symbols of the "aristocratic class".

And there is a probability of inheritance and awakening of this kind of power... An Sen knew this because the former owner of his body had awakened the power of the bloodline very early, so that he could be favored by the military academy, and became a trainee lieutenant at the age of sixteen.

This is not the most exaggerated - in the west of Clovis Kingdom, the powerful "neighbor" Herid Empire stipulates: Anyone, whether noble or commoner, once awakened the power of blood, can immediately be canonized as a knight!

Strangely, "Former Anson" doesn't seem to care about this talent, and there are few flashbacks of him remembering this incident in his memory, and "Bloodline Power" has a certain way of using it. My situation at the time was completely different.

So my special "ability" is definitely not the power of blood... Nodding slightly, Anson looked at Carl Bain with a serious expression:

"Yes, this is the power of my bloodline - no sound can escape my ears within five meters."

"Oh... No wonder, that's what happened."