I Will Be The Crowned King

Just as Henares took down the fort, the main force of Thun's army, commanded by Leon François, was already in formation, fighting against the Janissaries attacking the southern city wall of Eagle Point.

Of course, speaking of command, in fact all the orders were given and arranged by Henares personally. The commanders and knights of each division only need to move forward step by step and maintain the offensive momentum.

Little Leon's only job was to stand under the huge red thorn flower flag decorated with golden tassels, so that 18,000 Thun soldiers could see him anytime, anywhere.

In front of him, the 10,000 Thun army was divided into five groups, rushing to the position outside Eaglehorn City controlled by the Iser elves; the 3,000 soldiers who were stranded in the position were responsible for "staying in place and waiting for fighters". The Iser elves lived up to their high hopes—before the Thun army rushed up, they collapsed under the several artillery shells that came from behind.

The Thun line infantry, who were attacking against the bombing point, took over the position almost without firing a shot, and followed the routed infantry to attack.

Perhaps it was because of the lessons learned from the battle of crossing the road, that the Isel elves, who were about to be attacked by the enemy, reacted very quickly this round when they sensed the defeat of the reservists; Rearrange the queue and try to block the attack of the Thun people behind.

But the problem is that the nearly 8,000 Isel elves have to face more than one direction of attack... After re-stabilizing the defense line, Louis Bernard immediately mobilized the grenadier regiment and several nearby infantry regiments, taking advantage of the The Iser Elf launched a counter-charge because of the opportunity of the Tuen army's backstab and the chaos of the front.

Although this round of attack failed to regain the lost positions, it still wiped out several hurried and unprepared Elf companies; the more than 2,000 Clovis troops who had been beaten back and forth a few minutes ago were now reversed. , give Ben a savage sap to the headless Iser elf.

Of course, the Thun people would not miss this rare opportunity, quickly annihilated the small group of enemies that had not yet been defeated, maintained a tight formation like the elves, and advanced rapidly with the shooting attitude of Xu Jin.

If viewed from a high altitude, the expanding Thun army is like a constantly advancing anvil; while Lieutenant Colonel Roman, relying on the cover of the shelling of Eagle Point City, is like a hammer dancing wildly, hysterically smashing thousands of Iser elves on the ground. A cutting board full of spikes.

Caught in the middle, the Iser elves, who couldn't rush or escape, finally realized a terrible situation that they should have known a few minutes ago.

They are surrounded!

There are 8,000 Iser who attacked the southern city wall of Eagle Point City. They are well equipped and even have a lot of light artillery carried by the army and captured from the southern legion position... Such troops and firepower, not to mention the complex terrain of Eagle Point City, is in The plain was besieged from many sides, and it was not without the strength of a battle.

But they did not storm the Eagle Point without the reinforcements of Huenne; nor did they make the first rescue when they were attacked, or divert the artillery base to the right, but hesitated between the victory in front of them and the order of Louis Bernard's rescue. , and formulated a plan that seemed to be particularly perfect "reserves stay in place and the main force continues to attack".

And it was this "perfect plan" that became the last noose for the eight thousand Iser elves.

And as more and more Thun troops entered the battle, the original "anvil" also turned into dozens of crazy "hammers"... The Thun soldiers who were deployed in the front began to fight in Isser in units of companies. The elf army was crazily interspersed; many of the newly organized defense lines were torn apart like butter under the attack from both sides before they were launched.

Facing the tsunami-like offensive of "Thun-Clowe", the Iser elf who was blessed by the faith of the Ring of Order was bloodless, stepped on the bones of his companions, in the explosion of shells and the deafening sound of gunfire It was hard against the front; but the continuously defeated front ruthlessly knocked on the hearts of the soldiers who were still resisting again and again, causing the morale to slide unstoppably to a low point.

The only thing that is fortunate is that although the entire Iser elf army is constantly losing its positions, the command system has always been well preserved, and it is not like the five thousand defenders on the southern line, just one round of back rush. Being double-teamed, interspersed, and still not completely incapacitated.

In the process, the Iser elf on the eastern front tried to support, but the right flank fort was captured by Henares, and any Iser army trying to move to the southern battlefield would have to fully expose the weakest flank under artillery fire.

And the artillery positions of the Praetorian Guard Corps, which had always been shooting against the fortress, also became more and more sparse after eight hours of fighting... Although the number of troops was four times as high, the artillery of the Praetorian Guard Corps, regardless of quality or ammunition reserves, was far Far from being on a par with the Southern Legion.

As a "later power", Iser does not have a complete military industry, and the quality of self-made rifles and artillery is far inferior to Clovis and the Empire; not only shrapnel and bombs, but also high-quality propellant and the same size None of the solid cartridges were fully self-sufficient and had to be imported from the Empire.

And Clovis is a completely different situation... The "central province" with Clovis city as its core is enough to meet all the needs of Clovis' army; they are limited only by raw materials, fuel, transportation capacity and orders.

To be honest, even in the 100th year of the saint's calendar, the Clovis people still couldn't understand why on that night a hundred years ago, Saint Isaac, who was about to be assassinated, would be so afraid of his creation that the first one created. What God thinks is not to carry it forward, but to destroy and hide it.

Even if the railway is built, there is a huge machine driven by steam; there is a city that burns whale oil and coal to maintain light, temperature and energy, and it alone can fight against a huge empire; Witness the greatness of the steam core... The Clovis still didn't understand.

These great creatures were firmly held in the hands of kings and nobles, who watched with awe at the knowledge that was sealed by the Church and bestowed only "as it was deemed appropriate" to be essentially indistinguishable from magic in their eyes.

Only a very small number of people have noticed this difference from the great changes in Clovis City, and began to understand that this is not just magic or simple technological progress, but some kind of earth-shaking change.

Ludwig Franz was one of them, or rather he believed that he was the one who stood on the top of the tide; using his victories after victories to awaken Clovis' true glory, to bring the Empire and her all to life. Everything represented - institutions, cultures, traditions...

All crushed under your feet!

"Send the artillery positions, let the mortars and the fortress artillery on the southern city wall adjust the gun positions, and directly cover the central position of the enemy positions on the southern line." Ludwig at the top of the tower firmly said:

"All guns are loaded with grenades, ready to fire in one minute!"

"Yes!"

Ten minutes later, a whole row of cannon muzzles appeared on the southern city wall with smoke of gunpowder... With a deafening loud noise, the hot grenades that were burned by the cannon flames fell from the heads of the Iser elves like pouring rain.

Although the artillery power of the southern city wall is far inferior to that of the east side, and the most critical twenty-four pounder cannons cannot be reversed in the first place, the main firepower is only the six- and twelve-pounder infantry guns temporarily placed on the city wall. Not much of a deterrent.

However, relying on the skillful skills and tacit cooperation of the artillerymen, they still achieved good results in three or even four rounds in one minute; in just one minute, the fire and gunpowder had completely covered the bombs.

Coupled with the fact that the Guards Corps began to gradually shut down due to problems such as the supply of artillery shells, the artillery of Eagle Point City no longer worried about exposing the target, and began to cover the enemy with a blanket.

In the face of the sudden blow, the Iser elf, who was just retreating, was suddenly in chaos. The officers and knights who were originally supervising the battle in the back line suffered a devastating blow, and fell in pieces in the explosion. ; The roar of the cannons roared in the air, reaping the life on the ground like a bell.

As the central army on the southern front gradually collapsed under the artillery fire, its command system was also completely paralyzed... The troops that were torn apart by the bombing could not find their chief officer at all, and the nobles and the nobles who risked their lives to kill their way under the cover of the guards Knights, there are only a few hundred guards left to command.

Although the remaining troops are still relying on inertia and have no retreat, they continue to grit their teeth and persist, but they are already on the verge of reaching their limit; unless the eastern front troops can immediately attack the right-wing artillery base, both morale and the battle situation will be irreversible. .

But all the bad situation is like a chain reaction, so that everyone has not figured out the situation before the dust has settled - because the army in the road was defeated, so the army on the southern front must return to defense; because it was not the first time Back on defense, the right-wing artillery fort was captured. Because the artillery fort was captured, the eastern army could not support the southern army; because there was no support, the southern army could only go to destruction; and once the southern army was destroyed...

Those who are double-teamed by two lines will become the eastern army of the Janissary Corps.

At sixteen o'clock, the shelling of the southern city wall of Eaglehorn stopped, and the 10,000 Thun army immediately took advantage of the situation. The 8,000 Isel elves completely lost their will to fight. The east side collapsed, and the troops who were regarded as supporting the eastern front during the escape were shelled again, with more than half of the casualties.

In just one hour, the 10,000 Thun army ended the battle on the southern line of Eagle Point City, with less than 300 casualties, and no company was routed or annihilated throughout the process.

This is definitely a super-level performance for Thun, and it completely shatters the myth of the invincibility of the Iser elves—for the Seven Cities Alliance.

Accompanied by the eager cheers from above and below the city walls, Leon Francois, riding a steed, held his head high, held the red thorn flower banner high, and walked into the fortress that also brought victory to the Francois family two hundred years ago.

Compared with the battlefield that has been turned into a mess of shells, explosives, fortifications and bones, the inside of the fortress is still in good order. Leon could hardly see the difference between the Eaglehorn City in front of him and before.

The morale is high and the logistics are sufficient. It doesn't look like it has been besieged for more than ten days. Is this the strength of the Clovis army... Little Leon secretly said in his heart.

Ludwig greeted him on the city wall. The Legion Commander, who had only glanced at it before, left a deep impression on Little Leon-a figure as straight as a rifle, with a resolute face, which could not be seen as sadness. It's a happy look...

Although he worships his "cousin" more now, he has to admit that Ludwig Franz is really much better than Ansen Bach in terms of image.

"Welcome, Your Excellency Leon Francois." Ludwig with a grim expression took the initiative to stretch out his right hand:

"I have to express my sincerest gratitude to you on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion and the Kingdom of Clovis - without Thun's timely reinforcements, this battle would never have been won so smoothly."

"No no no... You are really too polite, Your Excellency Ludwig Franz." Little Leon shook Ludwig's hand firmly, with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth:

"And it's too early to thank you, the battle isn't over yet."

Ludwig glanced at him in astonishment; Leon Francois, who had his hands behind his back, also looked at him, his eyes filled with a calm and confident smile that resembled one of his cousins.

I originally thought that it was just the heir to be thrown by the Grand Duke Thun as a hostage, but I didn't expect...

"If that's the case, then I won't be polite to you." Ludwig quickly regained his composure, and after a little thought, he said:

"The battle on the southern front is over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Please lead Thun's army to launch from the southern front, cooperate with the right-wing artillery base to attack the Iser Elf in the east from the flank, and at the same time attack the artillery position to cut off the Guard Corps way of retreat.”

"As long as you start attacking, the southern army on the eastern defensive line will respond immediately and launch a counterattack at the same time - with luck, just one day..."

"It only takes one day to end the battle of Eagle Horn!"

Leon suddenly took Ludwig's words, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising his shining eyes: "This is what Ansen Bach told me."

Ludwig was taken aback.

"Speaking of this, why didn't I see the shadow of the Storm Division in the attacking army?" Ludwig asked:

"Anson Bach... didn't he come with you?"

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"I said, what are you going to do?"

Carl Bain, who shrank his neck, hid in the crater, and said with a little uncertainty and fear: "Didn't you mean to meet Ludwig?"

"Convergence?" Anson sneered and handed the loaded Borne rifle to Lisa on the side:

"Our Storm Division has only 2,000 people. What else can we do after joining the main force? At best, we are a reserve soldier-what's the point of that!"

"So you want to..."

"The 8,000 elves on the southern front of the Praetorian Guard are dead, and the 12,000 in the front are also entangled in the defensive position; when I just came over from the right flank, Henares told me that the artillery position should be There's also an infantry division of 5,000, so..."

Anson squatted down suddenly, snapped his fingers at Karl who was terrified, and pointed to the golden Ring of Order flag fluttering on the hillside in the distance:

"Would you like to make a bet and guess how many troops are left in Louis Bernard's hands?"