Eagle's Glory

"It's just that everything is going well so far." Egron replied calmly, "Andre, I don't expect us to be able to hide our whereabouts all the time. After all, we are thousands of people, not thousands of ants. I think, now News of our party's landing must have spread all over the land - but thankfully, our enemies have their weaknesses too. They are scattered and slow, and it is impossible to quickly gather their forces against us. .”

After a moment of silence, Egron said confidently, "As long as we move fast enough to take down Nafpaktos, we can wait for work and decide our next actions based on their actions."

After finishing speaking, he gave his order to Andre again, "Go and pass the order, we will rest here tonight! We will start to attack immediately at dawn tomorrow!"

André Davout didn't show any surprise or fear, on the contrary he was full of excitement. "Yes! Your Majesty!"

Then he turned to deliver the order.

Under Aigron's order, the whole army began to camp and rest on a slightly higher level ground by the seashore. Aigron himself also set up a tent and lived in it.

But he didn't fall asleep, because he couldn't sleep at all.

His brain was full of excited blood, as if his whole body was burning for it, and he couldn't find a trace of sleepiness at all.

He knew where the excitement came from—it was the excitement of a gambler.

It's like a gambler, after making a bet, staring at the dice cup, waiting for the number of points pronounced by fate.

Everything that belongs to him has been done, and he has decided to leave, there is no turning back, and the next step is to see how fate pronounces it.

This is not to say that he has left everything to luck, he has exhausted his brain and heart for this day's actions, and he has worked hard enough.

Aegron lay on the camp bed, breathing the cool and damp air of the autumn night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Forget it, if you can't sleep, you can't sleep, he simply opened a corner of the tent, then lay on the bed and looked at the night sky outside the window.

He kept his eyes wide open, looking at the dots of stars in the sky, and recalling everything he had experienced in this life in his heart.

Those who like them, those who hate them, those who are excited and those who are angry... He thought about them one by one.

Although he knew that if he hadn't done these things, he could have a relatively happy life—but he didn't regret his choice for a second.

No matter how much you get by relying on others, you still get it from others; betting on your own destiny, even if you lose completely, it is a choice you make for yourself. These are two completely different feelings.

If there is only one regret, it's a pity that Sophie...can't see what she has done with her own eyes.

She must be praying for herself right now.

Aegron suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and then covered his chest.

It doesn't matter, just wait for me, I will come back to see you!And to see you in the way that makes you most proud.

While he was thinking wildly, time passed slowly and relentlessly.

The stars in the sky began to gradually hide in the sky, and the night sky began to turn into a gray curtain, with only a few places with a dull golden color.

Eggron sat up slowly from the camp bed, and then took a closer look at the east.

At this time, the mountains to the east have revealed a vague image, and a little milky white buds have appeared on the horizon.

It's about to dawn.

Yes, the time has come.

It's time to start!

Aegron jumped up from the bed and quickly changed his clothes.

Although he didn't sleep all night, he was full of energy and didn't feel tired at all.

There is endless power burning in his chest and abdomen, just waiting to be vented and set this land ablaze.

After quickly putting on his military uniform, he rushed out of his tent, and then he found that André Davout and Edmond Dantès were also standing outside the tent.

"Did you not sleep last night?" Eggron understood instantly.

The two also looked at each other and smiled.

"Very good." Eggron nodded with a smile, and then immediately became serious again. "Let's go! Let's all march."

Following Aigron's order, sharp orders sounded almost simultaneously throughout the camp. Under the urging of the officer, the soldiers got out of the tent one after another, changed their clothes, put on their backpacks, and The weapons were carefully inspected.

They ate the dry food they had prepared before and regrouped.

"Your Majesty!" His army commander-in-chief, Michel Ney, Duke of Elchingen, walked in front of him, "We have already assembled, and we just wait for your order."

Aigron didn't reply immediately, but turned his head to look east again.

With the help of the morning light shining slightly from the sky, Aigron carefully observed the fields and mountains over there, and found no suspicious traces.

That is to say, at least for now, his actions have not been alerted.

He's racing against time, and so far it looks like things are going well.

At least for now, the dice point is that he is bigger, but he will not take it lightly, and the real challenge is next.

"Michelle..." Aigron spoke slowly. "lets go!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Michelle Ney responded loudly to the young man's order, then turned and looked at the officers under him, "You pass on the order, you pass on the order, we march in haste! Everyone abandons unnecessary Items, pack light, we'll be at Naphpaktos in two hours, and take it!"

"go ahead!"

"go ahead!"

One order after another continued to echo among the various teams, and the entire army, like a clock that had been wound up, immediately moved into action, marching along the trails between the mountains under the leadership of the guide.

Because they were marching in a hurry, their footsteps were very fast, and the sound of thousands of people trampling on the ground at the same time was like fine drumbeats.

Aegron was also part of the drumbeat, striding forward at the head of his own army.

And beside him was Edmond Dantès.

At this time, the expression of the Count of Monte Cristo showed no fear or excitement, but solemnity on the contrary.

Rather than looking like a warrior ready to fight with others, it would be better to say that he is more like a pious priest.

"We're all declaring war on our destiny, aren't we?" Eggron whispered in a voice only he could hear, "I bet we win."　　

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"I bet we win."

Of course Edmond Dantès couldn't hear Aigron's words.

In fact, at this moment, all his energy has been concentrated within 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 pierces the dark night sky before dawn, announcing the coming of light to the world.

A group of soldiers in black uniforms walked eastward along the rugged path between the hills. The sunlight passed through the canyon in the peaks and fell on them, as if coating them with a halo of blessing.

Edmond Dantès, who was dressed in casual clothes, was among the group of people, but he didn't look awkward, 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 wants to fight against the enemy, but also fights against fate.

He has been at the mercy of fate and insulted for too long, the hatred accumulated in his heart makes him sleepless almost every night, 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 laughing at the courage of the little sailor.

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

Just like that, this army bathed in the morning light quickly rushed towards Nafpaktos from the resting place last night.The distance of more than ten kilometers, after their rapid march, was almost finished soon.

When the sky was just bright, 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... Eggron breathed a sigh of relief.

He came with his own army and was not blocked along the way. Obviously, the Turks have not detected his actions so far. He achieved suddenness through his quick actions.

However, now that the night has passed, it is no longer possible for him to hide himself in the night.

Aegron stopped, then held out his hand.

"Stop!" His captain of the guard, André Davout, immediately understood, and shouted to the people next to him.

As if a stone was thrown into a pond, his voice was immediately reproduced again and again, echoing in other places in the queue, and finally reached the end of the queue. The army also temporarily stopped marching and stopped in place.

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

On the contrary, his blood was flowing faster, making him so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He knew that the real test was coming.

In the dead silence, Aigron picked up the binoculars, and then carefully looked at the opposite fortress.

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

But now, the defenders of the fort had apparently discovered the army marching from the valley, and they were frantically on guard, and the originally opened gate was slowly closed.

Yes, they finally found out...

Aigron wasn't surprised by this—it was already dawn, and anyone who wasn't blind could see his own army approaching.

This was an acceptable price. Right now, he only had to face the defenders of Nafpaktos, and they had no time to ask for help from the surrounding friendly forces.

And if you want to capture Nafpaktos as soon as possible, you must first capture this fortress—as long as you can take down the fortress, you can commandeer and then march all the way to control the entire Nafpaktos port.

However, because of the hasty march, his army does not carry artillery at the moment, and the soldiers only carry their own muskets.

Therefore, if he wanted to take it as soon as possible, he could only attack by force and capture the fort as soon as possible with the flesh and blood of his soldiers-but the good news is that his force is much larger than the defenders of the fort.

Aigron put down the binoculars and stared straight ahead.

This is his first battle, and it is also the first test to test his ability.

No matter what happens, he must play his role well, and there will be no flaws.

There is nothing to hesitate... Eggron clenched his fist.

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

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

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

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With a sound of order, the phalanx formed by various troops began to move slowly, ready to launch a charge, and Edmond Dantès also followed the vanguard to the front row of the queue.

Edmund Dantès was allowed to charge with the first troops, by Eglon's charter.

Although he was wearing civilian clothes, he held a rifle in his hand, a pistol and a saber in his pocket, and was fully armed, just waiting to be thrown into the next fight.

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

In order to set an example for this army that has not seen blood, Michel Ney specially issued an order that as an officer, he must stand at the forefront and lead his soldiers to charge.

The rifles of the phalanx were all equipped with bayonets, as if they were gathered together like hedgehogs opening their bodies.

Edmund Dantès tightly held the rifle in his hand and took a deep breath. Only the fortress in the distance remained in his sight, and time seemed to freeze for him.

At this moment, the defenders of the fort suddenly opened fire on them.

"boom!"

Because the distance was still far away, the artillery shells did not cause many casualties, but only kicked up some dust, creating a layer of grayish-yellow fog between them and the fort.

The sound of the bombardment did not bring fear to Edmund Dantès, on the contrary, it aroused the fierceness in his blood vessels——

He wants to fight!

Amid the sound of gunfire, Edmund heard the sound of drums and bugles in his ears.

Before he could react, he heard several piercing screams.

"Go ahead!"

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

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

In an instant, the roars gathered together, completely suppressing the sparse artillery fire, and then the black flood rushed towards the fort 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 fort almost recklessly. Amid the sound of gunfire, his body was covered with blood. Dust and blood, from time to time someone screamed and fell beside him, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

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

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 to cross the They built a low parapet, and then engaged in a bayonet fight with the defenders on the parapet.

Edmund, who was at the forefront, had already reached the parapet at this time, and the group of people who charged with him just now had all fallen on the way of the charge one by one, and he himself didn't know why he was almost unscathed.

Perhaps, fate does not allow him to fall here.

The soldiers rushing to the front were engaged in bayonet hand-to-hand combat with the defenders. He looked at a Turkish officer with a feather in his hat, picked up the gun in his hand, and shot the opponent in the head.

Unfortunately, the shot missed.