MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-Chapter 5 The premise of turning in is victory

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"Standing in place? Right at this artillery base... Are you crazy?!"

Inside the artillery base, Carl Bernd found a corner that the soldiers were not easy to find, and shouted at Anson in a low voice, "Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"

When he heard Anson announce the order, he was stunned.

Not only him, but all the soldiers in the regiment were stunned.

A mere infantry regiment, even when the main force retreated without a trace, was preparing to hold the position and wipe out the enemy...

Oh... No, they only have two companies, not even one regiment!

What kind of nerve is this guy from the capital doing? !

"Captain Carl, calm down first."

Anson looked at the other party with a serious expression: "I know you are very nervous now, but please believe me, this is not an impulsive idea, but a plan made through careful thinking after observing the current situation..."

"Plan? You plan to die together?!"

Staring at Anson who was "not panicking at all" in front of him, Carl really wanted to die.

I originally thought that I had found a savior, maybe I could bring as many people as possible to escape alive, but I didn't expect to encounter such a...

"Trust me, this is the best way to keep as many people alive as possible!"

An Sen's eyes flashed with confidence: "Well, if you are the defender of the Thunder Fortress opposite, what should you do?"

"what?"

"If you are the commander of the defending army of Thunder Fort, there are enemies with several times more troops than you outside the fortress; now, taking advantage of the sudden fog, will you rush out of the fortress with all your troops and launch a surprise attack that will not succeed? ?"

Carl Bain was silent.

"...Should... not?"

"Yes, they won't do this." Anson nodded: "Even if the raid is successful, if we take the opportunity to retake the fortress, they will lose the battle - so as long as there is a slight chance, the enemy will not do this."

"Assuming... the enemy launched this raid with half their forces, what was their purpose?"

The enemy's purpose?

Carl, who gradually calmed down, fell into confusion. From when he woke up and found that the entire army had been defeated, he was running for his life all the way. This was the first time he thought about this issue.

The enemy who captured a key fortress in the Kingdom of Clovis, why did he make a surprise attack in the foggy sky?

"Ask for help?"

"It's very possible." Anson immediately showed a very positive expression:

"But now the raid is going too smoothly. After directly taking over the entire siege position, will they just want to break through and ask for help? I don't think so."

"When the enemy finds out that our entire line has been defeated, I think they will no longer be limited to asking for help and passive defense, but will take the opportunity to counterattack and further weaken the possibility of us taking back the fortress!"

"If that's the case, what are they going to do next?"

Looking at each other, Anson waited for Carl's reply.

Looking at his reflection in the opponent's pupils, Carl Bain, who was trembling slightly, found that his face was ugly.

Although Anson was asking him, he actually told him the answer - what would the enemy do to reduce the possibility of the fortress being recaptured?

Of course, to capture the artillery base!

As long as this artillery position is occupied, the Thunder Fort that the enemy is holding will no longer be an isolated fortress, and the siege will be in a situation where it will be confronted by two sides.

Then it's not just as simple as losing a position!

"Captain Carl Bain, rather than retaking the fortress, you hope that all of us can save our lives, I understand that." Taking a deep breath, Anson deliberately probed forward and narrowed the distance between the two sides:

"But the fog may dissipate at any time, and we have no plan to retreat in advance; once the enemy finds out, it will change from fleeing to dispersal...that's a certain death."

His tone was very sincere.

Before the time-travel, Anson was just an ordinary person who had attended military training in the university, was keen on strategy games, and occasionally listened to lectures and read news, and was insulated from war.

But the "Anson Bach" of this life is a reserve officer who has entered a military academy at the age of sixteen, received a qualified officer education, and "trained" in a heavily guarded fortress for a year, and is about to graduate.

Thanks to "Soul Piercing", An Sen completely inherited the memory of the previous owner of the body, which made him very convinced at this moment: the unprepared, hasty and panic retreat will definitely turn into a collapse under the enemy's pursuit.

The battle will turn into a one-sided slaughter!

"Then what are you going to do next, stick to waiting for help?"

Carl's expression was a little helpless. He also knew how high the risk of running away in such a hurry was: "What if there is no reinforcements, or if it is late?"

"It's very simple, we don't need reinforcements."

"unnecessary?!"

"No need!" Anson said in a more serious tone: "How many enemies do you think can escape the border blockade and take Thunder Fort by surprise? One thousand or two thousand? According to the worst plan, there are at most one thousand people outside. ."

"One thousand people... that's nearly two regiments!" Carl couldn't help but said:

"We don't even have a regiment!"

"But we have artillery positions, not to mention that the enemy may not use all their forces to attack here!"

Anson finally showed a confident expression: "To launch a surprise attack while the fog is thick, the enemy won't carry any heavy weapons, and there won't be a lot of ammunition. In terms of firepower, our side has the advantage."

"It's easy to say, but Thunder Fort has fortress cannons!"

"Unless you plan to blow up all the people who besieged the fortress, the defenders in the fortress will never dare to fire in the fog."

"What if the enemy doesn't besiege?"

"If we don't besiege, then we can retreat - so even in order to retreat, we must first repel the enemy!"

Looking at the confident Anson, Carl opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything to refute.

After being silent for a while, he sighed as if he had finally figured it out, and looked at An Sen helplessly:

"Captain Anson Bach, you are passing false orders."

"On the contrary." Anson shook his head seriously:

"We are spontaneously carrying out the highest mission of an army without getting an order - to hold our ground!"

Carl Bain rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Anson, who nodded slightly, began to show his ability to teach ppt in his previous life, and explained his next plan to Carl.

Five minutes later, Carl Bain, who was silent the whole time, found himself persuaded.

Obviously the other party is just an adjutant with no real power, obviously both of them are captains, but now he suddenly has the illusion of lowering the other party's head.

This delusion made Carl a little discouraged, a little annoyed, but more helpless.

The other party's plan looks crazy, but it is indeed feasible.

Moreover, a nobleman from the capital, a graduate of the military academy, can't afford to abandon his great future and be buried with them.

Having figured this out, Carl Bain finally fully accepted his fate.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly and quietly walked behind the two of them, stood up straight and beat his chest with his right hand:

"The battalion commander and... the supervisor adjutant!"

"What's up?!"

Depressed, Karl turned his head and glared at the soldier, UU reading www.uukanshu. com said angrily: "Speak!"

"Uh..." The startled soldier froze in place, not knowing what he had done wrong: "Can you... come over?"

Seeing the frightened soldier keep gesturing with his eyes, Carl Bain, in desperation, had to leave with the other party.

A minute later, Carl walked back alone.

Looking at Carl with a slightly strange expression, Anson was a little curious: "What's wrong?"

"Two things, good news and bad news." Carl raised his right index finger and middle finger: "Which one will you listen to first?"

"bad news."

"Listen first." Carl waved his hand:

"When the main force retreated, everything that could be moved was removed, but there was still a 24-pounder left here, probably because it was too heavy. The soldiers checked it and found that it was not damaged and could be used."

Oh, this is really good news.

But looking at Carl's absolutely questionable expression, Anson immediately suppressed the joy in his heart:

"I guess, the bad news is that we're out of shells...right?"

"No, we have shells - solid and shot, not many but enough, and plenty of propellant."

Carl shook his head, he smiled, but embarrassedly:

"The bad news is that we don't have artillery here—twenty-four-pound siege mortars that no one in the regiment can use."

"So, Captain Anson Bach." Carl patted Anson on the shoulder with a "Clap!" and said in a regretful tone:

"If you still count on artillery support, um... you may have to set up an artillery death squad first, and you have to prepare to be accidentally killed by them."

"..." Anson.