Eagle's Glory

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

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

"with me……"

Before he could speak, he stopped talking, because he clearly found that the other party's head was pierced by a bullet, and then he immediately fell to the ground.

Gray-white brains mixed with bright red blood splashed onto his body, and an unpleasant fishy smell rushed straight to his nose, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

Looking at the defenders rushing over, Edmond Dantès felt 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 arms, and fired another shot at the officer who had dodged his shot just now.

Because of the close distance, this time the officer was never lucky enough to dodge the bullet again—for an instant, he uttered a scream, and then fell to the ground on his back clutching his chest.

The death of the officer made the soldiers around him hesitate. They looked around and wanted to escape, but Edmond Dantès did not intend to let them go. Amidst the roar, he and a group of soldiers on his side rushed towards the opposite side. past.

Edmond Dantès quickly caught up with the fleeing soldiers and killed one of them with his sword.

When he pulled out the saber from the opponent's chest, his consciousness, which was already close to madness, suddenly appeared a temporary tranquility.

A huge wound appeared on the soldier's chest and abdomen. After he pulled out his sword, the opponent's blood suddenly shot out, and then he lay down on the ground, chanting words constantly, his body twitched slightly, and soon Almost lost his life.

Edmund Dantès watched the other party's death helplessly. He had no 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 already dead, and he was killed by himself.

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

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

He found no sense of guilt, no regrets for taking someone's life, because he was fighting and killing them with dignity.

On the battlefield, there is always only a thin line between the murderer and the slain, and maybe after a while, I will also catch a glimpse of the other party, and sleep forever in this fortress.

But... no.

My destiny cannot end here... There is still hearty revenge waiting for me.

The blood in his hands was like fuel, igniting his chest and his mind, as well as burning his muscles and bones. This was the calling of fate. He straddled the body of the dead with a calmness that made his heart tremble, and then took Armed with a pistol and saber, he continued to walk towards the inside of the fort.

After crossing the parapet, Edmond Dantès and the others bowed their waists and walked slowly along the wall to the depths of the fortress. There were still screams, but Edmund Dantès turned a deaf ear to them. Now, like his lord, he had only one goal, and that was victory. As for the price to be paid, he absolutely didn't care.

On the starting position outside the fortress, Aigron and his guard captain Andre Davout kept observing the situation on the opposite side with binoculars

The young man's heart beats with every attack of his own soldiers, and every time he sees the enemy's soldiers fall, he rejoices; and every time he sees his own soldiers fall, his heart feels like being beaten. heavy hammer.

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

Although he has been pretending to be calm on the surface, how can this fledgling boy have everything in mind?He was as uneasy as anyone else.

Looking at the fallen corpses on the charge road and the fallen corpses under the parapet, Aegron suddenly had a word in his heart.

see it?That's all you've caused.

Every time you talk about war 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 in his heart.

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

Everyone needs him to play a role, to die for this role, so he must play this role well, because only then, all sacrifices will be worthwhile.

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 all the way, it is good enough... I am proud of you." At this moment, André Davout, who was beside him, whispered He said to the young man, "Please take care of yourself...every one of us can be sacrificed, but you can't be hurt at all. As long as you live, the empire has hope."

"Empire?" Aegron asked back.

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

137, Lepanto

"Go and send the order, the rest of the troops continue to charge! We are going to take it!" Eggron gave the order.

"Yes!" André Davout responded happily.

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.

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

He picked up the binoculars again and observed them carefully, and found that they were all wearing the uniforms of the Turkish army-it seemed that they had heard the sound of artillery fire from the fort here, so they came from the port area below for reinforcements.

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

"Let Michelle and the others continue to attack, we will stop here!"

Andre froze for a moment, but quickly nodded again.

"Okay Your Majesty!"

He took the order to go, and then quickly walked to the forward position, conveying His Majesty's will to Michel Ney, Duke of Elchingen.

"Your Majesty asks you to take down the fort as quickly as possible, and then come to his side to completely defeat the enemies who came to support."

"Understood." Michel Ney nodded, and then nervously looked at the smoky fortress in the distance, "Tell Your Majesty, we can take it within an hour, and he can wait for us right away !"

Then he walked up to the soldiers he had left behind in square formation as a reserve.

"Everyone, bayonet!"

He gave a loud drink.

Following his order, the soldiers all mounted bayonets on their rifles in a neat movement, and in an instant, they were facing straight ahead like a forest shining with cold light.

Then, Michel Ney drew his command knife and swung forward hard.

"Follow me! Take down the fortress! A tribute to His Majesty!"

"Come on!"

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

At this moment, Edmond Dantès was leaning against the corner to rest, he was panting violently, his arms were sore from the previous fight.

He didn't know what was happening outside the fortress. All his attention was focused on the small world beside him. His nerves were already extremely excited, and his highly sensitive attention made him almost able to 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 escape several bullets fortunately, allowing him to escape the border of life and death.

This was the first time he tasted the joy of killing with his own hands, but he was familiar with it like 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 tumbling 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 Tays once played for.

That young man, full of vigor and full of longing for a better world, is like a person from another world at this moment.

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

While he was panting, he was surprised to find that a group of people were approaching him, his muscles tensed up again immediately, and he clenched the saber in his hand.

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

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

"Mr. Earl, are you alright?" Looking at the blood-stained Edmund Dantès, he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Edmond Dantès shook his head.

At this time, the officer also noticed that Edmond Dantès had blood stains on his body, but there was no wound, so he nodded in admiration, "You are very lucky."

"Yeah, I think so too." Edmond Dantès replied indifferently.

"Okay, you can retreat now. As the first batch of heroes to rush into the fortress, you will get the cheers you deserve." The officer stretched out his hand and patted Edmond Dantès 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 rejected his proposal almost without thinking.

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

The earl's fighting spirit and the fire in his eyes made the officer feel respectful, and he did not refuse the brave man's proposal.

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

"No, no," Edmond Dantès replied.

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

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

Because there were fires burning everywhere and the visibility was very low, Edmond Dantès couldn't see things in the distance clearly. He and the soldiers behind him were silent, concentrated all their energy, and paid attention to everything around them.

This state of silence ended immediately when several figures vaguely appeared in front of him. After confirming that they were enemies, Edmund Dantès bowed slightly like a leopard, And the officer beside him also shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

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

"boom!"

The continuous gunshots echoed in the narrow alleyway, shaking Edmund Dantès' eardrums, but he had no time to pay attention to them.

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

Although the alleyway is narrow and rugged, and there is choking smoke, all his attention has been focused on the front, and he stepped on the stone road and rushed forward at a speed so fast that he himself was a little unbelievable.And the soldiers who followed him were the same as him, following behind him while screaming strangely, and rushed over quickly.

Soon, Edmund Dantès rushed through this section of the road and came to the enemy. These people seemed to have just arrived here from other places for reinforcements, and their clothes were still quite clean.

However, the bullets fired head-on made these people panic. Some of them had been shot and fell down, some of them were trying to fight back while squatting on the ground, while some were scared out of their wits and turned around to run away. go.

In the midst of the oncoming gunfire, Edmond Dantès and the people around him rushed in front of each other, and then engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy with bayonets and sabers.

Edmund swung his saber away from the bayonet stabbed by the opposite side, and then he was shocked to find that the enemy fell down amidst the screams. A bayonet had pierced the opponent's shoulder from the front, and then amidst the screams, the opponent's blood suddenly It shot out and fell to the ground.

Another person died in front of him, but Edmund Dantès's heart did not fluctuate 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 obtain.

Amidst the near-dauntless onslaught of his and others, the little fortress, like a boat in a storm, was about to change masters.

And beyond the fort, the rest of the people are also striving for victory.

While waiting for the good news from the fort, Egron 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, all of them are tall and tall, and coupled with the neat uniforms, they are full of military temperament at first glance, which is enough to make others feel at ease.

His captain of the bodyguard André Davout stood beside him and assisted him in command.

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

Because the fort is built on a hill, reinforcements from the port have to go through a slanted gravel road. At this time, this road has been cut off by Egron, and he is here waiting for the approach of these enemies. .

Under Eggron's gaze, the distance between these enemies became 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 binoculars and rely on his eyes to see the bayonet on the tip of the opponent's gun, he slowly raised his hand.

"aim!"

André Davout next to him shouted orders.

At this time, the enemy troops who came for reinforcements also discovered the existence of these condescending enemies.

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

Enough is enough...

Eggron waved his hand solemnly.

"Fire!"

André Davout called out.

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

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