Eagle's Glory

And following his order, the officers also issued orders one after another, and all the phalanx turned around at the same time, followed behind him, and moved forward together.

This small army, marching under the constraints of discipline, still looks imposing, like a black colony of ants rolling forward.

It was already early autumn at this time, the weather was cool and pleasant, and the road surface was flat and solid. Walking along the winding path by the sea, one could see the lush hills not far away, and the flat sea surface at the same time. Have a nice outing.

However, everyone knows that this is just the last peace before the storm, and soon, they will face the tempering of blood and fire.

At the end of this team, there is a convoy of supplies, and the carriages transporting supplies are gathered together to provide this team with the motivation to continue marching and continue fighting.

And Edgar de Treville was riding in one of the carriages at this time.

He was sitting by the car window at this time, looking at the scenery outside the window, with an open sketchbook on his lap, and a pencil in his hand, trying to describe the scene here.

However, it was obvious that he was not very interested, and he was absent-mindedly drawing on the notebook, his eyes flickering constantly.

He is really preoccupied now.

First of all, he was worried about himself—in his heart, he had never been interested in any kind of family honor or the great cause of the restoration of the empire. What he cared about most was how to enjoy himself. However, because of a trick of fate, he was forcibly dispatched by his father This distant place, at the service of his lord.

It would be fine if he was just a courtier. He was good at pleasing others, but now he had to go out with His Majesty to march and risk a hail of bullets, which really made him uncomfortable.

What's even more uncomfortable is that he doesn't have any missions on him now, and he doesn't have an actual title—he can see that His Majesty doesn't trust his ability very much, just because he is a member of the Treville family Just use it as a signboard.

Originally, he didn't care whether he was reused or not. He was even happy to be ignored. Anyway, he didn't want to take risks, as long as His Majesty gave him nominal respect and didn't lose face to the Treville family.

However, he knew that his father would never accept this kind of result—if he came here on purpose but got nothing and did not make any merits, but just went on a trip with His Majesty, how could his father explain it?

Thinking of this, he felt a little worried, and the bumping up and down of the carriage on the potholed path made him even more uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but glanced at Agnes who was sitting opposite.

Compared to his worries about gains and losses, Agnes seemed to be at ease.

At this time, in accordance with the agreement with Edgar, she did not wear the usual skirt, but put on a plain black uniform, and her golden-brown hair was tucked into the hat. The small parasol she carried with her was also carefully put in the suitcase in the carriage.

However, even though the clothes were changed into men's clothes, and the girl's slim beauty was also hidden, the heroic spirit on her body was not diminished at all, on the contrary, it was even more dazzling.

This kind of proud, fierce and courageous temperament is not what Edgar likes. In his opinion, even though Agnes is beautiful, she cannot reflect the cuteness and femininity that French women should have, but at this moment, her demeanor is not. It gave him much-needed confidence again.

Agnes, my life and the future of our family depend on you... I hope you don't blame me.

"You seem to be restless all the time." Just when he was thinking wildly, Agnes suddenly said, "It's not easy to draw like this."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, especially when he was thinking of Agnes, so Edgar was a little embarrassed, and glanced at her guiltily before answering calmly. "I'm thinking about my family in Paris and wondering how Alice and the baby are doing now."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." When she mentioned her sister, Agnes' tone softened a lot, "My sister is such a good person, God will never have the heart to torture her... we just need to take care of ourselves That's enough, I think she is thinking about us at the moment."

"Well, that's uncertain, after all, we're going to face the battlefield next." Edgar sighed, "But I don't think anything will happen to me, after all, His Majesty doesn't seem to want to let I'm going to charge, as long as I stay by his side, at least my safety is guaranteed."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his wife and sister curiously, "Agnes, it seems that you are not afraid at all?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of, sir." Agnes smiled and waved her fingers lightly, "Although I have never been on a battlefield, I have also faced life and death. A bone-chilling fear, once you've experienced that feeling, there's nothing to be afraid of—"

Edgar also knew that his wife and sister had experienced many swordsmanship competitions, and his mentality must be much more stable than his own-to be honest, he was a little afraid of her in his heart.

"It seems that you are enjoying all this." He could only reply with a forced smile.

"The mission my sister gave me was to protect your safety, and she never said that I would go charge for your Majesty, so why can't I enjoy this journey as a bystander?" Agnes asked with a smile, "It is true that the conditions here are harsh and simple, and there is no way to compare with Paris, but at least we are experiencing a legend. Witnessing all this is much more interesting than staying in Paris and living those days every day, isn't it?"

Edgar was speechless for a moment.

You really are a good match for him.he thought.

In the silence, the carriage continued to move forward, and after a while, he spoke again.

"What do you think of Your Majesty, Agnes?" he whispered.

"What's the matter?" Agnes frowned slightly, as if she didn't quite understand Edgar's question.

"I mean, what do you think he's like?" Edgar explained.

"Well..." Agnes still frowned, seeming a little embarrassed, but after hesitating for a moment, she still expressed her opinion truthfully, "I have to admit that he is the leader of our generation. Sometimes arrogant and arrogant, sometimes boastful, but I have never seen a peer who is more powerful than him. From this point of view, it is not just because of a surname that he can get so many people... ..."

Agnes's compliment was reserved, but Edgar was lifted up when he heard it.

He knew Agnes' character, and it was already a very high evaluation for this proud girl to praise a peer like this.

That is to say, she may not realize it herself, but she has already been somewhat convinced by His Majesty.

This subtlety of psychology is naturally far from admiration, but Edgar is a master of those romantic scenes in Parisian society. He is not good at other things, but he can call himself an expert in this area.

As long as there is a seed, as long as there is a flame, it will be easy!

"He has the right to be proud." Edgar was not impatient, but nodded calmly.

Then, he sighed again, "Oh! What a pity, such a good person is Your Majesty!"

"Huh? What are you regretting?" Agnes was puzzled by his reaction, "Isn't it a good thing that your master is so powerful?"

"It is indeed good, but since it is the lord, it is unattainable." Edgar shook his head dejectedly, "Since she married me, Alice's only concern has been you—she has wanted you several times. Looking for a future husband-in-law for you, but always lamenting that no one around you is worthy of you, alas, I think so too, I even look down on those swingers in Paris, how could they be worthy of you? Only that kind of surprise A young man who is so talented is worthy to stand alongside Agnes..."

"What are you talking about...?!" Agnes seemed to understand something.

Her face couldn't hold back immediately, she was embarrassed and embarrassed, "How can you say such a thing?"

"Is there something wrong with what I said? As a sister and brother-in-law, is there any problem with caring about your sister's fate? Agnes, your sister has been worrying about you. You should thank her." Edgar was innocent. He asked back, and at the same time deliberately used Alice as his shield, "Oh...Alice sighed with me in private, if His Majesty is not His Majesty, it is a very, very ideal object, whether it is literary talent or swordsmanship. Admired, she doesn't have to worry about it."

"What are you doing with such meaningless words now! Are you making fun of me?!" Agnes was furious, and couldn't help interrupting her brother-in-law, "He is your majesty, can you still assume anything? Could it be that you can snatch it?" Doesn’t he have a title? Also, I... I don’t think about where I will end up, so I don’t need you to worry about it. Just live your own life! Besides, Her Royal Highness Princess Teresa is by his side, I think They were a perfect match…”

Agnes spoke from her heart. Since she met Teresa, although she had very little contact with the princess, every time she met, the princess treated her with the utmost courtesy, humility and kindness, and never made her feel the slightest Unhappy, so she had a pretty good impression of Teresa.

Agnes' words made sense, but Edgar heard something else.

Hey, is it just to worry about Princess Teresa?

That's just a trivial obstacle.

Edgar sneered in his heart.

He and his father planned secretly, and had made up their minds a long time ago to use Agnes to stabilize their position in His Majesty's heart. Even if there was no flaw, he would not give up, let alone take advantage of it.

He used so many tricks to lure Agnes to His Majesty's side without Princess Teresa standing in the way. It was a godsend opportunity, and of course he couldn't miss it.

During the conversation between the two people, the marching team stopped and began to camp on the spot.

The sky has become dark, and the officers and soldiers have started to set up tents and light bonfires on the flat ground between the hills, and some people are patrolling and guarding everywhere. Today's march has come to an end here.

Edgar put away the sketchbook in his hand, and then looked at Agnes again.

"I'm going to see His Majesty, would you like to come with me?" He asked leisurely.

"No!" Agnes replied with her head held high, looking very angry. "If you want to flatter, go, it's not my task! Also, don't mention these things to me anymore, Alice is just worrying!"

"Okay, then you have a good rest, I'll go first." Edgar stood up, and then gracefully bowed to the girl, "See you later, Miss Agnes..."

He wasn't in a hurry at all, and even regained that feeling of ease.

Compared with the usually arrogant and determined Agnes, he has much more experience dealing with this kind of young lady who is throwing a temper tantrum.

He got out of the carriage, asked an officer where Aigron was, and walked straight there.

At the door of Egron's tent, he met André Davout, the captain of the guard who was patrolling around the tent vigilantly at the moment, watching the surrounding environment with eagle-like eyesight.

"Good evening, Andre." He greeted Andre.

"Good evening, Edgar." Andre recognized him immediately, "Are you here to see His Majesty?"

"Yes, I want to see him." Edgar said as he flashed the sketchbook in his hand. "Following his instructions, I have drawn the route and terrain along the way."

"Great, please wait a moment!" Andre immediately walked into Aigron's tent and informed him.

Soon he came back again, "Your Majesty, please go over."

"Thank you, Andre." Edgar nodded, he was in a very good mood.

So Edgar walked into Aegron's tent.

Aigron's tent was larger than the others', but the furnishings inside were also very simple—there was a table in the center with some paperwork and unfinished dried salted fish on it.There are lamps hanging on the brackets, and some personal items are placed, and a simple camp bed is next to it.

"Good evening, Edgar." Aigron nodded to Edgar, "Are you still used to it along the way?"

"When I think of marching with you, I am full of passion, Your Majesty." Edgar replied immediately, "My blood is boiling with enthusiasm along the way, and I wish I could give everything for you now!"

"Very well, I like this energy." Although Aigron didn't believe Edgar's words, he was of course very happy with the other party's compliment, "Don't worry, I don't need everything from you, Edgar. You just need Just do what you have to do as I tell you."

"I've already done it now." Edgar replied, and handed the sketchbook he drew today to Aigron.

Aegron flipped briefly, then nodded. "Okay, it looks like you've finished your job today, and the painting is pretty good, Edgar."

He intends to keep these pictures for files. After all, to march and fight, the control of the terrain is the most important. Aigron hopes to record the local terrain and road conditions as soon as possible whenever he goes to the place-and this just plays a role in Aegron Degas' specialty can be regarded as making the best use of it.

"It is my bounden duty to complete the task you have given me, and it is not worthy of praise." Edgar shook his head and looked at the young man respectfully.

After saying these routines, he didn't leave, and Aigron was a little strange.

"Is there anything else, Edgar?"

"Your Majesty... you are going on an expedition this time, and you will be lonely without Her Royal Highness accompanying you, right?" Edgar asked in a low voice, "If you don't mind, while I'm collecting wind along the way, I can also help you in the local area. Looking for a beautiful woman to relieve your fatigue when you are free..."

Aegron's eyes widened suddenly.

He really didn't expect that Edgar would propose such a proposal to her on the first day of his trip.

Does this guy think of himself as a hungry ghost?

Well... Although it is true that I have a bad record in this respect, I really can't be so lacking in self-control.

There are so many important things to do, how can this kind of thing be taken into account?

"Why did you suddenly think of saying this?" Although Aigron didn't lose his temper directly, he frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy, "Now we are marching and fighting, I don't have time to pay attention to this!"

"As far as I know, when the first emperor was on an expedition to Egypt, he was not busy eating sand all the time, but found a beautiful woman there..."

Aigron was speechless.

Because he knew Napoleon did it.

At that time, Napoleon led the army and was alone and lonely. He also heard that his wife Josephine was cheating on him in the country, so he was so angry that he also found a mistress in Egypt.

The mistress was Polina Fores, the 22-year-old wife of Jean-Noel Fores, Lieutenant of the 20nd Chasseurs. bed.

However, at that time, Napoleon had more than 3 people in his hands, and it was an elite French army, while he had only one-tenth of it here, and it was a patchwork army!Can the situation be the same on both sides?

"Even if I need to use his signature, then I don't need to reproduce everything, right?" Aigron laughed angrily, and then asked the other party. "Does it mean that I still need to find a Greek woman to be worthy of this expedition? Edgar, I have enough urgent matters now, so don't make trouble for me, and do your own work with peace of mind! "

Edgar's expression suddenly turned pale, as if he was frightened by Aigron's sharp reprimand.

"Your Majesty... I'm sorry, this is just a suggestion. If you think it's wrong, don't take it to heart." He quickly bowed and apologized to Aigron, "Okay, I will pay attention to my words and deeds in the future, please forgive me !"

He is old in this way, and he is not in a hurry, as long as he leaves a vague impression in the hearts of His Majesty and Agnes.

He knew there was still a long time to go in this business.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave first." He bid farewell to the young man politely, and then walked out of the tent.　　

134, over the sea

Edgar's little turmoil did not affect Aigron's mood. After he left, Aigron finished eating the remaining dried salted fish, and then leaned down next to the table, using the dim oil lamp in the tent to quickly Write today's key points and plans for tomorrow on paper.

He has received a complete education in the Austrian court since he was a child, which of course also includes military subjects. He also listens to the lectures of his teachers with great enthusiasm and concentration. Like other subjects, he is also considered a top student in this respect.

But talking on paper can't really solve the problem, only practice can make a person get real training and growth.

Since he has just embarked on this path, Aigron does not have veterans who have experienced battles to assist him, so he can only rely on himself, and use the method of "diligence can make up for weakness" to pay attention to every detail of his army. On the one hand, combine what you have learned before, sum up your own experience, and learn and improve slowly.

This is also the advantage of him choosing Greece as the first stop for himself-if it is other countries on the European continent, even if it is a small country, he simply does not have the time and opportunity to gather so many supporters, let alone the opportunity to start from scratch. Start to accumulate experience, I am afraid that it will be easily suppressed by the government army at the beginning.

Only in this place of Greece, where on the one hand, he has the righteous title of "helping the poor and the poor", and on the other hand, his opponent is the decaying and declining Turkish Empire, can he have the opportunity to grow slowly.

He knows that the general trend of history is that the Turks will lose their colonial rule in the Balkan Peninsula, which is the right time; the Greeks are also willing to cooperate with him as the liberator, which is the right time; and his subordinates are also the most loyal to the Bonaparte family. Those people, this is Renhe.

Now that the right time, the right place, and the right people are both sure, his inexperienced immaturity has become a tolerable defect.

Of course, even so, he did not dare to take it lightly. He knew that he was walking a tightrope, and he needed to be cautious and bold at the same time. If he didn't pay attention to his balance, he might fall to pieces.

Aigron didn't stop writing in his hand until late at night, and at this time his hands were a little sore.

Writing under the oil lamp for a long time made him a little dizzy. He opened the tent, took a breath, and looked at the night sky outside.

Dots of bonfires were lit next to the surrounding tents. Except for a very few sentries who were patrolling around, most of the people had already fallen asleep. The night wind in early autumn was cool and pleasant, with the fragrance of soil.

It is indeed a good weather, enough to make people die easily.

He took a few deep breaths, then retreated back into the tent, and then lay down on the camp bed, closing his eyes—he had to adjust his body condition by himself, no matter how nervous he was, he had to maintain enough sleep.

The low camp bed made a creaking sound, but it quickly returned to calm.

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