Eagle’s Glory

"I bet we win."

Edmund Dantes certainly couldn't hear Aigron's words.

In fact, at this moment, all his energy has been focused on his line of sight, and he has turned a deaf ear to everything around him.

The sun has gradually risen from the horizon, and the golden morning light has pierced the dark night sky before dawn, announcing that light is coming to the world.

A group of soldiers in black uniforms marched eastward along the rugged path between the hills. The sun passed through the canyons in the mountain peaks and fell on them, as if applying a halo of blessing to them.

Edmund Dantès, who was dressed in casual clothes, was among the group of people, but he did not appear abrupt, because his face was full of bloodthirsty expressions eager to fight, and his eyes were as murderous as the others.

But unlike others, he not only has to fight against the enemy, but also against his destiny.

He has been at the mercy of fate and insulted for too long, the hatred in his heart makes him toss and turns almost every night, and he longs for revenge - to the enemy, to fate.

He raised his head and looked at the golden light in the slightly white clouds in the east.

It was fate provoking itself, as if mocking the courage of this little sailor.

So... go for it! Conquer it, ravage it! Put it under your feet!

In this way, this army bathed in the morning light quickly rushed towards Nafpaktos from the place where it rested last night. The journey of more than ten kilometers, after their rapid march, was almost finished soon.

When it was just dawn, Aigron, who was walking in the front of the army, looked up and saw the outline of the fortress on the hill.

It's finally here... Aegron breathed a sigh of relief.

He came with his army and was not blocked along the way. Obviously, the Turks did not detect his actions at present. He achieved suddenness through his quick actions.

However, by now, the night had passed, and he could no longer hide himself in the darkness.

Aegron stopped, then stretched out his hand.

"Stop moving forward!" Andre Davout, the captain of his guard, immediately understood, and then shouted loudly to the people next to him.

As if a stone was thrown into a pond, his voice was immediately copied again and again, echoed in other parts of the queue, and finally reached the end of the queue. The troop also temporarily stopped marching and stopped in place.

Although he didn't sleep last night, got up at dawn today, and started a hasty march with his army, Aigron didn't feel tired at all.

On the contrary, his blood was accelerating, making him uncontrollably excited.

He knew that the real test was coming.

In the deadly silence, Aegron picked up the telescope and looked carefully at the opposite fortress.

This fortress is not big, at most can only be stationed a few hundred troops, and the city wall is quite low. Because of its age, it is gray and black, and it is especially eye-catching among the green grass on the hills.

And now, the defenders of the fort had apparently discovered the army marching from between the valleys, and were hurriedly alerting, and the gate that was originally opened was slowly closed.

Yes, they finally found out...

Aegron was not surprised by this—it was already dawn, and anyone who was not blind could see the approaching army.

It was a price to pay, for now, he only had to face the defenders of Nafpaktos, who had no time to ask for help from allies around him.

And if you want to capture Nafpaktos as soon as possible, you must first capture this fortress - as long as the fortress can be beaten, then you can command a high level, and then march all the way to control the entire port of Nafpaktos.

However, because of the rapid march, his army did not carry artillery at the moment, and the soldiers only carried muskets with them.

Therefore, if he wanted to take it as soon as possible, he had to force the attack and take the fort as soon as possible with the flesh and blood of his soldiers - but the good news was that he had far more troops than the defenders of the fort.

Aegron put down the telescope and stared straight ahead.

This is his first battle and the first test to test his ability.

No matter what happened, he had to play his part and never allow any flaws.

There was nothing to hesitate... Agron clenched his fists.

Then, he turned his head abruptly, looked at Andre Davout next to him, and raised his hand to the fortress on the hill.

"Tell Michel Ney, let him set the order, start the charge immediately, and within three hours I will make it mine!"

"Yes!" Andre Davout immediately stood at attention and accepted his order.

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Following the order, the phalanx formed by each unit began to move slowly, ready to charge, and Edmund Dantes also followed the vanguard to the front row of the queue.

Edmund Dantès was able to join the charge with the first troops, under Aiglon's charter.

Although he was wearing casual clothes, he had a rifle in his hand, a pistol and a saber in his arms, and he was fully armed, just waiting for the next fight.

And next to him stood several officers, who, like him, were also members of the Knights of Fontainebleau.

In order to set an example for this army that has not seen blood, Michel Ney specially ordered that the officers must stand in the forefront and lead their soldiers to charge.

The phalanx's rifles are already equipped with bayonets, as if they are gathered together as if the hedgehogs opened their bodies.

Edmund Dantes clenched the rifle in his hand tightly and took a deep breath. Only the fortress in the distance was left in his sight. Time seemed to freeze for him.

Just then, the defenders of the fort suddenly opened fire on them.

"boom!"

Because the distance was still far away, the shells didn't cause many casualties, but only stirred up some dust, leaving a layer of grayish-yellow fog between them and the fortress.

The sound of the shelling did not bring fear to Edmund Dantes, but stimulated the ferocity in his veins—

He wants to fight!

In the midst of the artillery fire, Edmund heard the sound of drums and bugles in his ears.

Before he could react, he heard a few harsh screams.

"Go ahead!"

His brain barely understood the meaning of these words, and his body roared involuntarily, stepped forward, and rushed towards the distant fortress.

At this moment, almost everyone around him also made the same roar and launched a charge together.

In an instant, the roars gathered together, completely suppressing the sparse sound of artillery fire, and then the black flood rushed towards the fortress unstoppably.

Edmund Dantès's consciousness was completely dominated by the desire to kill at this time. His eyes were red with blood, and he rushed towards the fortress almost regardless of his life and death. Amidst the sound of artillery fire, his body was covered in stains. Dust and blood, and every now and then someone screamed and fell down beside him, but he turned a deaf ear.

The defenders fought back desperately, trying to stop their charge, but under the leadership of the officers, the troops did not back down and rushed to the parapet of the fort with almost life-and-death valour.

Bullets intertwined from the shooting holes all over the parapet, constantly harvesting the attacker's orders, but the soldiers, whose minds had been dominated by killing intent, forcibly attacked in the pool of blood. They relied on simple wooden ladders and crossed over. He attacked the low parapet, and then engaged in a bayonet fight with the defenders on the parapet.

Edmund, who was at the forefront, had already come to the parapet at this time. The group of people who had just charged with him had already fallen one by one on the way to charge, and he himself did not know why he was almost unscathed.

Perhaps, fate would not allow him to fall here.

The soldiers at the forefront were engaged in a bayonet battle with the defenders. He looked at a Turkish officer with a feather on his hat, picked up the gun in his hand, and fired a shot at the opponent's head.

Unfortunately, the shot missed.

He was in a hurry and wanted to reload, but because his hands were shaking, he couldn't do it. At this time, the Turkish officer also brought a few people and rushed towards him with an unpleasant roar.

He turned his head and looked to the side, then shouted at one of his officers.

"with me…"

Before he could speak, his words stopped, because he clearly found that a bullet had pierced a hole in the other's head, and immediately fell to the ground.

The gray-white brain and the bright red blood were mixed together and splashed on his body.

Looking at the defenders who rushed over, Edmund Dantès had an instinctive fear in his heart.

Am I going to be buried here...?

"Fuck you!" he yelled.

Then, he threw away the rifle in his hand, took out the pistol from his pocket, and fired another shot at the officer who had dodged his shot just now.

Because of the close distance, this time the officer was no longer lucky to escape the bullet - in an instant, he let out a scream, and then fell to the ground on his back while clutching his chest.

The officer's death made several soldiers around him hesitate. They looked around and wanted to escape, but Edmund Dantes didn't plan to let them go. In the midst of the roar, he and a group of his own soldiers rushed towards the opposite side. past.

Edmund Dantès quickly caught up with the fleeing soldiers and ended one of them with his saber.

When he pulled the saber out of the opponent's chest, he was already close to crazy consciousness, and suddenly there was a temporary silence.

There was a huge wound on the soldier's chest and abdomen. After he pulled out his saber, the opponent's blood suddenly shot out, and then he fell directly to the ground, chanting words in his mouth, his body twitching slightly, very Almost lost his life.

Edmund Dantès watched the other's death without any shame, no fear, or even any surprise.

His mind went blank.

He couldn't understand what the other party was saying before he died, but it didn't matter, because everything the other party said was meaningless...because the poor guy was dead and killed by himself.

He lowered his eyes again, and found the blood on his hands.

This is the killing, this is the killing he has longed for.

He found no guilt and no regrets that he had taken other people's lives, because he was fighting and killing people with dignity.

On the battlefield, there is always only a thin line between the murderer and the murdered. Maybe after a while, he will also have a look at the other party and sleep in this fort forever.

But... no.

Your own destiny cannot end here...and there is a lot of revenge waiting for you.

The blood in his hand was like fuel, igniting his chest and his mind, and calcining his bones and bones. This was the call of fate. With a calm that made his heart tremble, he stepped over the body of the deceased, and then took it. Holding a pistol and a saber, he continued to walk towards the interior of the fort.

After rushing through the parapet, Edmund Dantès and the others walked slowly along the wall to the depths of the fort, hunched over the wall. There were still screams, but Edmund Dantes turned a deaf ear. Now he, like his master, has only one goal, and that is victory. As for the price, he never cares.

From the starting position outside the fortress, Aigron and his Guard Captain André Davout kept looking at the situation with their binoculars.

The young man's heart beats with every attack of his own soldiers, and every time he sees the enemy's soldiers falling, he rejoices; hammer.

This time, someone was really dying for him, and he was witnessing it with his own eyes.

Although he has been pretending to be poised on the surface, how could this young man be so sure of everything? He was as restless as everyone else.

Looking at the fallen corpses on the road of the charge, looking at the fallen corpses under the parapet, a word suddenly flashed in Aegron's heart.

see it? This is what you have caused.

Every time on paper, it is not as real and impactful as facing death.

However, even so, the young man did not hesitate or hesitate for a moment.

He knew that since he had come to this point, he must persevere to the end,

Everyone needs him to play a role, to die for this role, so he has to play this role well, because only then will all the sacrifices be worth the money.

He didn't turn back, and neither did anyone else.

"Your Majesty... I understand your nervousness when you first entered the battlefield. Judging from your performance along the way, it is good enough... I am proud of you." At this moment, Andre Davout, who was beside him, whispered to him. The young man said, "Please take care of yourself... Each of us can be sacrificed, but you cannot suffer any harm. As long as you are alive, the empire will have hope."

"Empire?" Agron asked rhetorically.

Then, with a bitter but joyful smile, he raised his hand and pointed to the corpse pile in the distance, "Yes, this is the Empire. Go give orders, the rest of the troops continue to charge! We are about to take it! "