Eagle's Glory

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

Under his gaze, several of the enemy soldiers on the opposite side had already fallen, and they also raised their guns and shot back at him.

The bloody killing started unexpectedly.

In order to protect Aigron's safety, Andre Davout led several guards around him personally, using his body as a shield to resist possible dangers.

At the same time, he did not forget his other duty.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

During the exchange of fire, André Davout kept repeating his orders, and the soldiers around him also mechanically repeated the process of firing-reloading-refiring.

Although people kept falling during the exchange of fire, no one flinched. André Davout's roar was like a booster, which gave confidence to everyone present, and the thought of "His Majesty is watching us from behind", Giving such a strong meaning in their hearts, no one dares to be a coward.

Taking advantage of the condescending advantage, Aigron's guards and other soldiers fired repeatedly to block the approach of reinforcements, and almost everyone desperately wanted to commemorate His Majesty and himself with a victory.

These reinforcements tried to charge, but were repelled every time, and had no choice but to leave some dead soldiers behind.

While watching the battle situation in front of him, Aigron was watching the fortress in the distance. He knew that as long as the battle over there was over, he would have nothing to worry about.

And just as he was meditating in his heart, he found a group of people walking towards him.

The two leaders are Michel Ney and Edmond Dantès.

After seeing these two people clearly, Aigron's heart immediately relaxed, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in an extremely comfortable state.

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!" Aigeron swung his fist heavily.

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

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

"They're ready to retreat, go, catch them!" Aigron immediately shouted to André Davout.

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

Then, he drew out his saber and shouted at the surrounding officers and soldiers, "Your Majesty has orders, kill them! Go!"

Almost at the same time, the soldiers rushed towards the slowly retreating reinforcements with bayonet-loaded rifles.

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

Aigron clenched his fists tightly, and the excitement in his heart could not be lingered.

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

Although he has not yet achieved complete victory, he knows that Nafpaktos will soon belong to him.

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 would not care about it, but this does not prevent him from using it to trumpet his victory.

Hundreds of years ago, in the bay not far from here, a decisive naval battle broke out between the coalition 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 that he has conquered this place, Lepanto can also become part of the history he wrote.

He can use this name to declare his achievements to Rome and 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.　　

138. aftermath

After a short battle, the battle of the long-distance raid finally came to a conclusion.

After two hours of rapid march, Aigron let his army rest for a while, and then charged with all his strength, taking the fortress on the hill in one fell swoop, and after the fortress fell, the commanding heights also fell into his hands.

Although the reinforcements stationed in the port saw that the situation was not going well, they tried to retreat and returned to the port to organize defenses, but under the order of Aigron, the regrouped army immediately pursued and rushed into the port unstoppably.

Judging from the current situation, it is only a matter of time before he wins the final victory.

Aegron stood on the hill, overlooking the small port in the distance, and stood there blankly for a moment.

In addition to the dead that can be seen everywhere, there are wounded soldiers lying on the ground everywhere as far as the eye can see. Some of them are trying to endure it, while some are really unbearable in severe pain, and uttered the wailing of the dying.

There is no doubt that most of these wounded soldiers may die.

He didn't want to pretend to be suffering hypocritically, but looking at the pale and distorted faces of these dying people, he couldn't be happy at all, so much so that victory seemed to fade away.

Is it all worth it?

Deep down, he didn't know the answer—but he knew that he had sacrificed too much, and would do the same in the future.

If you are not used to it, get used to it as soon as possible.He said to himself in his heart.

He must, with all those generals, get used to taking casualties as ordinary figures, because if he mourned for each dead and wounded, he would have nothing else to do.

As if to dilute his depression at the moment, Aigron found that Edmund Dantès was passing in front of him.

"Edmund." Aigron immediately stopped him.

Edmond Dantès turned his head slowly, then stopped, and saluted him. "Your Majesty! I have fulfilled my oath."

In front of Aigron, his posture appeared humble and respectful, but if one observed carefully, one could feel the vicious and violent killing aura from this person.

In just a few hours, he seemed to be a different person, exuding a completely different aura from the inside out.

Egron clearly felt that the man in front of him was like a ferocious beast that had escaped from a cage, full of murderous intent, and seemed to be looking for the next victim and prey.

"You just killed someone?" Aigron asked.

After asking, he immediately realized that he asked a superfluous question-the blood on Edmund Dantès had already proved what he had just experienced.

"Yes, and more than one." Edmond Tantes frankly admitted the fact.

Then, he stretched out his blood-stained hands to Aegron, "I pierced a man's chest with a sword, and he fell wailing in front of me."

Aigron carefully looked at Edmund Dantès, watching his expression.

Although he was a little colder than usual, at least he wasn't crazy, but his mental state was already very wrong.

It seems that his experience of going to the front line to fight today gave him too much mental shock.

This was not the result he wanted to see—he wanted to use blood to temper his own Count of Monte Cristo, but he didn't expect to make him crazy because of bloodthirsty.

"How does it feel?" he asked carefully.

"I thought I would be very disgusted, but now I find it is much simpler than I thought." Edmund Dantès looked at the young man calmly, "I don't like taking other people's lives, but when I really And when I do, I'm not afraid."

Aigron wanted to say a few more words, but he felt that he didn't know what to say.

"Take a good rest." In the end, he just stretched out his hand and patted the other person's shoulder lightly, "I am very satisfied with your performance...Edmund, you are worthy of my trust in you, work hard in the future Come on, I'll make you great."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your trust in me... However, I don't think it's time to rest." Edmond Dantès said while pointing to the distant port, "The battle there is not over yet, Please allow me to go charge for you again."

"Enough!" Aegron snapped him off. "I just said you can rest!"

Edmond Dantès was stunned. He looked at the young man in astonishment, not understanding why the other party suddenly spoke so harshly.

However, he instinctively lowered his gaze, not daring to argue with the young man any more, and quietly waiting for his next reprimand.

"Edmund, don't get me wrong, I don't have any opinion on you, on the contrary, I'm thinking of you." Seeing his lowered brow and pleasing eyes, Egron's tone softened. "You are brave, and more than I ask for, and that satisfies me very much. But what I need is a clever, calm, brave Count of Monte Cristo who has the iron will to defy life and death, to come for me. Effectiveness, but I don't want to see a bloodthirsty devil, a madman who takes life for pleasure, which is very harmful to me and yourself."

After a pause, he continued, "I hope you can not only make contributions to me, but also enjoy a good life in the future like a normal person - because I promised to give you this kind of life .Now, hurry up and wake me up! Edmond Dantès."

After Aigron called out his full name, as if chanting some spell, Edmund Dantès suddenly shuddered, and the already numb nerves seemed to be revitalized again.

He looked at his hands again.

Yeah, there's enough blood, it's time to take a break.

He slowly raised his head and looked around, the world seemed to be alive again.

He recalled the fight he experienced just now, even though it was only a few minutes ago, it seemed so vague and far away.

"Edmund, although we sometimes have to engage in killing, we must not take pleasure in killing. Because there are still many beautiful things waiting for us in this world." At this moment, the young man spoke again.

This plain sentence, but at the moment Edmond Dantès heard it, almost shed tears.

This young man rescued himself, pulled himself out of the mud dungeon of Chateau d'If, gave him the title of earl, gave him trust and status - in addition, he also respected himself, cared about himself, There was even a promise of a better life in the future.

Objectively speaking, if there is really a savior in my life full of ups and downs, then He must be the image of this young man.

And although he is very young, sometimes he is like a philosopher who is well versed in the world, and he can easily say something that makes him admire.

Maybe God has long destined some people to be extraordinary.

"Your Majesty... thank you." He barely controlled his thoughts, and then looked at Aigron with gratitude, "The greatest luck in my life is to come to your command to serve you."

Although this kind of remark sounds a bit nasty, Aigron is quite happy-he believes that the other party is sincerely saying it, not a deliberate compliment.

"Okay, you have proved yourself enough today, let's stop here. Now I want to give you a new task..." Eggron laughed again, and then pointed to the scattered corpses and wounded, " You can lead people to clean up the battlefield later, bury the dead and treat the wounded, including those dead Turkish soldiers, gather together and bury them."

Egron felt that Edmund Dantès had been stunned by the killing today, and asking him to clean up the battlefield and bury the dead would cool down his manic blood as soon as possible, so he arranged this task.

"Okay, Your Majesty." Edmond Dantès agreed without thinking.

After a while, he hesitated again, "Your Majesty, we captured some prisoners before, what do you think we should do with them?"

Aegron froze for a moment.

Because there were too many issues to consider before, he did not consider this issue.

But now, since the Turks have been at war, they have to face this problem head-on.

What should be done with the prisoners?

It's obviously impossible to put them back, but it doesn't seem appropriate to stay with me - I have so few people in my hands now, and it's really not worthwhile if I have to allocate people to take care of the prisoners.

What's more, keeping the captives around is bound to be an unstable factor.

What should we do?Shoot them all or throw them into the sea?

Aigron immediately vetoed this idea - he didn't really come here for the Greeks, and he himself had no grievances with the Turks. On the battlefield, everyone fought with swords, and it was reasonable to kill or be killed. People will say what they say, but if they kill captives indiscriminately, it will inevitably give him a brutal image, which does not meet his needs.

And if he did so, he would fight the Turks in the future, and they would definitely resist to the death, which would be very bad for him.

After deliberating for a while, Aigron made a decision—that is, to throw the pot out.

"Gather the captives together and send them back by boat to the Greeks." Aigron ordered Edmund Dantès, "respect them, be kind to them along the way, and don't insult them. Or loot their belongings."

"Those Greeks and Turks have a deep hatred. If the captives fall into their hands, I'm afraid..." Edmund Dantès thought of something, but didn't continue.

"Maybe it is true, but so what? I can't control everyone." Aegron shrugged indifferently. He didn't care about the fate of these prisoners at all, as long as they didn't kill them by themselves. "After we hand over the captives to them, we don't need to be responsible for the rest. Even if the Greeks really kill them, as long as our hands are not stained with this dirty blood, it will be fine."

Edmond Dantès was silent.

Although he also knew that this was not appropriate, he really couldn't think of a better way.

After experiencing the fight just now, his heart has also hardened a lot. Like Aigron, for him, as long as these prisoners are not killed by himself, his conscience can be fooled.

"Okay, I see." He nodded.

"In the future, if we have prisoners, we will do the same. We can't let the prisoners get in the way of us." Aigron added, "Of course, I will mention something to Panos and the others, so that they don't let the prisoners get in the way." To kill them all, at most, let them serve hard labor... I will give them 100 million a month, and I believe they will listen to my opinion."

After Aigron added, Edmond Dantès had no objections.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I will carry out your will." He nodded sincerely.

At this moment, Aigron noticed that someone was walking towards him.

The two looked up at the same time, and found that the person who came was Edgar de Treville.

Because they were friends, the captain of the guard Andre Davout did not stop him, allowing Edgar to walk all the way to the front of the young man.

"Your Majesty, congratulations on your victory!" Edgar stopped two or three steps in front of Aigron, and then bowed and saluted the young man with exaggerated movements without stopping. "Your reputation will surely shake the world!"

Aigron looked at Edgar calmly, but sneered disdainfully in his heart.

Compared to Edmond Dantès who volunteered and took the lead in the charge, Edgar was much "smarter".

Although he marched quickly with the large army, he hid intentionally or unintentionally at the rear when he came here, not letting himself bear the risk of any guns.

Aigron had noticed this a long time ago, but he never thought about letting Edgar charge for himself, so he didn't care.

It's just that I didn't expect that Edgar would happily run over to congratulate himself just after the general situation was settled.

In a sense, it feels like a jester... Aigron complained in his heart.

But on the surface, he remained calm.