Eagle’s Glory

"Go and send the order, the rest of the troops continue to charge! We are about to take it!" Aegron ordered.

"Yes!" Andre Davout responded with joy.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the southeast.

"Your Majesty!" he called out, then pointed over there.

Aegron looked over with his fingers, and found that there seemed to be a group of figures moving in the distance.

He picked up the binoculars again, looked carefully, and found that they were all wearing the uniforms of the Turkish army - it seems that they had heard the artillery fire of the fortress here, so they came to reinforce from the port area below.

He bit his lip lightly, forced himself to calm down, then turned to look at Andre Davout again.

"Go and let Michelle and the others continue to attack, and we will block it here!"

Andre was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded again.

"Okay Your Majesty!"

He led the way, and then quickly walked to the forward position, conveying His Majesty's will to Michel Ney, Duke of Erchingen.

"Your Majesty asks you to take the fort as quickly as possible, and then come back to him to completely defeat the enemy who came to support."

"Understood." Michelle Ney nodded, then looked nervously at the smoke-filled fortress in the distance, "Tell Your Majesty, we can take it within an hour, and he will be waiting for us in no time. !"

Then he walked up to the soldiers he had left as a reserve in a phalanx.

"Everyone, get the bayonet!"

He gave a loud drink.

Following his orders, the soldiers all used neat movements to mount bayonets on their rifles, and in an instant, they faced straight ahead like a forest shining with cold light.

Then, Michelle Ney pulled out his command knife and swung forward heavily.

"Follow me! Take the fort! Give gifts to His Majesty!"

"Come on!"

Following his order, the soldiers with rifles charged again towards the crumbling fortress in front of them.

At this moment, Edmund Dantès was leaning against the corner to rest. He was breathing heavily, his arm was sore from the previous fight.

He didn't know what was going on outside the fortress. All his attention was focused on the small world beside him. His nerves were already excited to the extreme. His highly sensitive attention allowed him to almost observe to everything around.

The sounds of gunfire and fighting were still heard all around, but it was obvious that the area occupied by the defenders was getting smaller and smaller, which meant that victory was imminent.

This attention also allowed him to dodge several bullets fortunately, allowing him to escape the boundary of life and death.

This was the first time he had tasted the joy of killing with his own hands, but he was familiar with it as if he were an old hand.

Only then did he realize that he might be born to do this kind of thing.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The rolling clouds seemed to be blood-colored, twisting and rolling into strange shapes in the sky. In a trance, he seemed to see the sailboat in the sea of ​​clouds - Sailor Edmund Tang The "Pharaoh" that Theis once served.

That young, energetic, full of visions of the world, is like someone from another world at the moment.

Yes, now I am the Count of Monte Cristo and already belong to another world.

Just as he was gasping for breath, he was stunned to find that a group of people were leaning towards him, his muscles immediately tightened again, and he clenched the sword in his hand.

But soon, he found out that the person who came over was from his side, and he knew the person in the lead—it happened to be an officer who was also a member of the Knights.

The officer also quickly found him, and then walked to him with his men.

"Mr. Count, are you all right?" he asked worriedly, looking at Edmund Dantes, who was covered in blood.

"I'm fine." Edmund Dantes shook his head.

At this time, the officer also noticed that there was blood on Edmund Dantes, but there was no wound, so he nodded in admiration, "You are so lucky."

"Yeah, I think so too." Edmund Dantes replied indifferently.

"Okay, you can withdraw now. As the first heroes to break into the fort, you will get the cheer you deserve." The officer reached out and patted Edmund Dantes on the shoulder. , "Brother, congratulations, if His Majesty is willing, he may even give you a medal..."

He did not expect that the Count of Monte Cristo would reject his proposal almost without thinking.

"No, please let me attack with you again!"

The Count's high fighting will and the fire in his eyes made the officer feel respectful, and he did not reject the brave man's proposal.

"Have you been a soldier before?" he couldn't help asking.

"No, no," Edmund Dantes replied.

"Then you are a natural warrior." The officer patted him on the shoulder again. "Okay, man, let's go!"

Then, they walked along the steps and walked together into the alleys inside the fortress.

Edmund Dantès could not see what was in the distance because of the fires burning everywhere and the visibility was very low. He and the soldiers behind him were silent, focusing all their energy and paying attention to everything around them.

This state of silence and speechlessness ended when a few people vaguely appeared in front of him. After confirming that it was the enemy, Edmund Dantès bowed slightly like a leopard. And the officer beside him also shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

Without any hesitation, the soldiers fired forward with their guns in hand.

"boom!"

The continuous sound of gunfire echoed in the narrow alley, shaking Edmund Dantes' eardrums, but he had no time to care about that.

The screams from the opposite side were like stimulants, making him and the people around him roar, and then rushed forward with a bayonet.

Although the road is narrow and rugged, and there is choking smoke, all his attention has been focused on the front. He stepped on the stone road and rushed forward at a speed that he could not believe. And the soldiers behind him were the same as him, they followed behind him while making strange screams, and rushed over quickly.

Soon, Edmund Dantes rushed across this section of the road and came to the front of the enemy. These people seemed to have just come here for reinforcements from elsewhere, and their clothes were still quite clean.

However, the bullets fired in the face made these people panic. Some of them had been shot and fell down, some of them tried to squat on the ground to fight back, and some of them had been scared out of their courage and turned around and fled back. go.

In the midst of the oncoming gunfire, Edmund Dantes and the people around him rushed to the front of each other, and then used bayonet and saber to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Edmund swung his saber away from the bayonet stabbed on the opposite side, and then he was stunned to find that the enemy fell down in the screams. A bayonet had pierced the opponent's shoulder frontally. It shot out and fell to the ground.

Another person died in front of him, but Edmund Dantès's heart had not fluctuated at all this time. In just two hours, he seemed to have become a poet who transcended life and death.

He didn't know if killing was the right thing to do, but at least he knew that he was no longer afraid of killing.

This is the tempering he wants to get.

Amid the almost fearless onslaught of him and the others, this small fortress was like a boat in a storm, about to change its owner.

And outside the fort, the rest of the people are also fighting for victory.

While waiting for the good news from the fort, Aigron was on the front line, personally commanding his remaining soldiers to block the reinforcements coming from the port to reinforce the fort.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he used his carefully selected guards as the main force.

Although there are not many members of these guards, they are all tall, and with straight uniforms, they are full of military temperament at first glance, and it is enough to make others feel at ease.

His captain of the guard Andre Davout stood by his side and assisted him in commanding.

Aegron stood where he was, staring into the distance with a telescope, his expression calm and solemn.

Because the fort was built on a hill, reinforcements from the port had to go through a sloping gravel road. At this time, this road had been cut off by Aegron, and he was here to relax and wait for the approach of these enemies. .

Under Aigron's gaze, the distance between these enemies was getting shorter and shorter.

He estimated the distance in his mind, and when he felt that the distance was enough for him to put down the telescope and rely on his eyes to see the bayonet on the tip of the opponent's gun, he slowly raised his hand.

"aim!"

Andre Davout next to him shouted an order.

At this time, the reinforcements of the enemy also discovered the existence of these condescending enemies.

When they saw this group of enemies, they were obviously a little flustered, but they were quickly ready to attack under the command of the commander.

Enough is enough...

Iger waved his hand solemnly.

"Fire!"

Andre Davout called out.

At this moment, the sound of dense gunshots resounded on the narrow gravel road.

The smoke was instantly confused beside Aegron, causing him to suddenly lose his sight.

But soon, the incandescent smoke slowly thinned, and his sight slowly returned.

Under his gaze, the enemy army on the opposite side had already fallen several people, and they also lifted up and grabbed it, fighting back at him.

The **** slaughter started suddenly.

In order to protect Aegron's safety, Andre Davout personally surrounded him with several guards, using his body as a shield to defend against possible dangers.

At the same time, he did not forget another responsibility of his own.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

During the exchange of fire, Andre Davout kept repeating orders, and the soldiers around him were also mechanically repeating the process of firing-loading-fire again.

Although people kept falling during the exchange of fire, no one flinched. Andre Davout's roar was like a tonic, giving everyone present confidence, and the thought of "His Majesty is watching us from behind", Given an extremely strong meaning in their hearts, no one dares to be a coward.

Taking advantage of their superiority, Aegron's guards and other soldiers were repeatedly firing to prevent the approaching reinforcements, and almost everyone was desperate to commemorate His Majesty and their own appearance with a victory.

These reinforcements tried to charge, but were repelled each time, and could only reluctantly leave some soldiers' bodies and return to their original places.

While watching the battle in front of him, Aegron was watching the fortress in the distance. He knew that as long as the battle over there was over, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

And at the moment when he meditated in his heart, he found a group of people walking towards him.

The two leaders were Michelle Ney and Edmund Dantes.

After seeing these two people clearly, Aegron's heart was instantly relieved, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in incomparable comfort.

He understood the meaning of their coming.

"Your Majesty, we have taken the fort!" Sure enough, after walking in front of him, Michelle Ney reported to him loudly.

"Great!" Iger threw his fists solemnly.

And around him, almost everyone cheered at the same time.

Aegron turned to look at the opposite side again, and he found that the gunfire of the enemy on the opposite side was no longer as dense as before.

"They are ready to retreat, go, catch them!" Aigron immediately ordered Andre Davout loudly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" André Davout answered loudly.

Then, he drew his saber and shouted at the officers and soldiers around him, "Your Majesty has an order, kill them! Go!"

Almost at the same time, the soldiers charged towards the slowly retreating reinforcements with rifles with bayonets attached.

Under Aegron's gaze, the black tide surged forward unstoppably, rushing along the hilly path towards the distant port.

Aegron clenched his fist tightly, and the excitement in his heart could not go away.

He knew that, at least today, he was a victor. He relied on planning and luck to complete this surprise attack and defeated the few defenders here.

Although he has not yet won a complete victory, he knows that Nafpaktos will soon be his own.

There is no doubt that with the decline of the Turkish Empire, the strategic value of Nafpaktos can no longer be compared with the past, and even the sultan himself will not care here, but this does not prevent him from preaching his victory.

Hundreds of years ago, in a bay not far from here, a decisive naval battle broke out between the combined forces of the Spanish Empire and the Republic of Venice and the navy of the Turkish Empire. The name "Lepanto" has since been recorded in European history.

And now, he has conquered this place again, and Lepanto can be part of his history ever since.

He could use this name to declare his exploits to Rome and to Christians.

Yes...Rome, it's up to you.

Standing on the hill, overlooking the distant port, Aigron not only showed a relieved smile.

His journey has only just begun.