Eagle's Glory

Edmund Dantès, of course, would not have objected to such a rare act of kindness by Egron, so he accepted the order with pleasure. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"So, be sure to come back and help me with this, Edmund." Aegron told his favorite sternly, "Maybe his story should end in Mesolonghi, but you can't, you still have too long Stories need to be written...and that will be a wonderful chapter in my huge book!"

Edmond Dantès couldn't help laughing.

"It is my honor, Your Majesty." He nodded with a smile.　　

199, on stage

"It is my honor, Your Majesty."

After Edmund Dantès responded to this sentence, Aigron was also slightly relieved.

There is no doubt that Edmond Dantès will be in danger, and there is little hope of coming back alive, but he believes that in the dark, Edmond Dantès should also have the kind of power that transcends the shackles of fate .

He used to be the protagonist, and he was destined to have too many legendary stories. Now that he is under his command, how can his story be ended easily by fate?

He will definitely follow himself to the pinnacle of destiny, and will also realize everything he personally desires.

"Okay, I've done what I have to say and do, and I'll leave the rest to you." Aegron raised his hand, patted Edmund on the shoulder, and looked at him earnestly, "Next, I will wait for your performance with all the soldiers in the army."

"Okay, Your Majesty!" Edmund Dantès stood up straight, and then looked directly at the young man, expressing his determination.

After the two looked at each other quietly for a while, Aigron nodded slightly, then put down his hand, and turned to leave.

Since he chooses to believe and rely on the other party, he should believe in it no matter what. No matter what the result is, it is his own choice.

Ever since he started rebelling against fate, since luck had always been on his side, he was convinced that this time would be no exception.

Then, he returned to his camp with his guards, and then sent someone to summon all his officers.

Soon, these officers were summoned, and under the gaze of everyone, Aigron spoke solemnly.

"Gentlemen, our long wait is coming to an end."

His words immediately lifted everyone's spirits.

"The Count of Monte Cristo is ready to act?" Michel Ney asked.

"Yes." Aigron nodded, "The Count of Monte Cristo told me just now that their people are ready, and the time for action is scheduled to be tomorrow night—"

"Great!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of relieved cheers among the group of people.

For so many days, the entire army has been spent under the city of Messolonghi, with little progress, and the morale of the army has declined to varying degrees. Even the most loyal and brave people have begun to doubt the meaning of continuing to besiege Messolonghi. And began to question the judgment of their lord.

Obviously, with the current strength of this army, it is difficult to support a long siege.

So for these officers, their hopes were pinned on the Count of Monte Cristo.

If the Earl's action is successful, it is naturally the most ideal situation; if the Earl unfortunately fails, it will at least give His Majesty a reason to withdraw the troops, so that everyone can end this suffering as soon as possible.

Of course, Aigron can feel the thoughts of these officers.

In the face of setbacks, everyone will inevitably have some depression, which is human nature-as long as you can win, all depression will be swept away immediately, and everyone will continue to worship him as a god.

Although he had already promised that if the Earl's action failed, he would withdraw the army directly-but deep down in his heart, how could this proud young man be willing to swallow the bitter fruit of failure?

Moreover, his current strength is very weak, and all his capital is nothing more than his own prestige. How could he be willing to swallow the bitter fruit of failure and compromise his own prestige?

"In order to contain the enemy and attract their attention, we will continue to launch the attack from tomorrow during the day." Aigron expressed his thoughts, "Moreover, in order to achieve deception, we can't be the same as before. Increase the size of the offensive in order to convince the enemy that we are still determined to break through their lines."

Then he looked at Michelle Ney, "Michelle, get ready."

Michelle Ney obviously hesitated, but reluctantly nodded, "Okay, I will arrange it, Your Majesty. But..."

"But what?" Agron asked.

"If the Count of Monte Cristo fails, or if the result is unknown, I ask you not to continue the hopeless attack just because of a moment of impatience." Michel Ney boldly advised Egron, "Of course I'm not right. The Earl has no confidence, in fact I hope he can succeed more than anyone else, I just... just hope to prepare for the worst for you..."

"There's no need to beat around the bush with me, Michelle, you know, I'm definitely not a whimsical person." Aigron shook his head with a smile, "Don't worry, I remember what I said, once the Count of Monte Cristo fails If I do, I will withdraw!"

After getting his clear answer again, Michel Ney was obviously relieved, and the others were even more relieved.

Then, everyone began to discuss tomorrow's offensive.

Recently, except for a short truce in order to restrain the corpses in front of the formation, Aigron's army has been constantly launching attacks, but the scale of this attack is extremely small, with a declaration of "never give up" It's just an effect, and the casualties are extremely low.

What Aigron hopes is to launch another large-scale offensive, which means that the troops deployed at the front must be readjusted, and the number of offensive troops must be increased, which requires coordination among the various troops.

Fortunately, in the recent period, in addition to feint attacks, Aigron also asked his men to dig trenches on a large scale at the front. These z-shaped trenches provide a lot of spacious space, so increasing the number of offensive troops will not cause confusion .

After a period of discussion, the various officers finally reached a consensus, which means that tomorrow's attack plan has also been drawn up.

Although everyone has some doubts about the final victory, they all know that this is the last fight of the whole army, so even if it is to have an explanation to His Majesty, they are willing to take their subordinates and take out a real battle. Do your best for this battle.

Aigron is also very satisfied with the enthusiasm they showed.

For him, as long as he can mobilize them to work hard again, it is enough.

It's like putting all your bets on a casino, and then use one hand to determine the outcome. If you win, you can win happily, and if you lose, you can lose easily.

At the end of the meeting, he also made a final instruction.

"Everyone, I have always been open and honest with you. All my ideas and arrangements are dependent on you, so... I can also tell you now that this is my last resort. I brought you here, and Winning at all costs, I've been right so far, so I ask you to continue to believe in me and do your best until the very end."

Then, Aigron closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, "It is true that I leave everything to God to judge, but I firmly believe that all the efforts we put in will definitely not be worthless—"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" After he had finished, the officers responded in unison.

Aegron nodded slightly, then opened his eyes again.

Yes, the dice have been rolled, all that remains is to see the result.

At this moment, a guard walked in and delivered a letter to Aegron.

Even without looking carefully at the cover of the letter, Aigron knew that Teresa must have written it.

——Because, originally, according to the rules, no one was allowed to interrupt when Aigron held a military meeting, but he specifically stipulated that if it was an urgent letter written by Teresa, an exception could be made.

This is not just respect and preferential treatment for Teresa, but the main reason is that Teresa is sitting behind him now, and is his main source of information collection, and has also mastered the information channel through which he communicates with the world , so he must keep in close contact with Theresa.

Aigron took the letter and opened it to read it. At this time, everyone fell silent with interest.

He looked at the letter carefully, and there was still Teresa's beautiful and clear handwriting in the letter, and there was no trace of being angry about what happened last time.

But this time, the length of the letter is very short, and there is only one main content——

The Austrian embassy in Istanbul has sent an official to Methoni, and will soon meet with Teresa to communicate each other's positions, and he also intends to establish contact with the independent military government of Greece.

Although the letter was short, for Aigron, this was good news that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

After he fled Vienna, after a series of ups and downs, finally a big European country was willing to look him in the eye!

And it happened to be Austria, which had the deepest grievances with him...

Should this be a coincidence of fate?

No, thinking about it carefully, this is also the most logical——

Among the European powers, Prussia is currently the weakest, but they are indifferent to the interests of the so-called Near East, while the second weakest Austria has to pay attention to the situation in the Balkans because of its own geographical environment.

Therefore, when the European balance is about to be broken and the Russian army is about to flock to Istanbul, they will naturally be the first to lose their temper.

In any case, since Austria offered him an olive branch, he naturally wanted to take it.

This also means that he and Metternich may temporarily suspend their previous hostile relationship and return to the same "intimacy" as before.

Metternich definitely doesn't care about this relationship change, because he has always been a veteran of juggling vertical and horizontal techniques; and as his good student, Aigron naturally doesn't care much more.

There have been countless similar separations and reunions on the European continent. Today is a friend and tomorrow is an enemy. He will not have any psychological burden.

Finally... I finally stand on the stage of Europe and even the world!God knows how much I paid for this...

Unconsciously, Aigron's hand trembled slightly.

He tried hard to hide the joy in his heart, but he failed this time, his face was slightly red, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

After all, he is still a young man at heart, and he is still a young man who desperately desires to be recognized by the world.

If no one else was there, I'm afraid he is already cheering up to the sky...

Only then did he realize that everyone was secretly watching him.

Aigron took a deep breath, and finally regained his composure.

Although he would like to share his joy with everyone present, this matter must be kept secret at present, and Metternich is definitely unwilling to communicate with himself publicly now.

So he refolded the letter silently and put it back in the envelope.

Then, he stood up suddenly, and then scanned all the people present with his sharp eyes.

This burning sight made everyone present feel a little scared.

"Gentlemen, I have just received a piece of good news. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you exactly what the news is, but... as I said just now - all the efforts we have made will definitely not Worthless, we have won enough! Enough for us to walk on the stage!" Eggron said, raised his right arm, and waved it heavily, "But we have not won enough, we have to be on the stage Going to the stage to perform hard and show a performance that everyone admires, only in this way can we continue to stay on the stage instead of being kicked off the stage!"

The more he spoke, the more cheerful and excited he became, and his whole body was filled with excitement.

"Messolonghi must fall into my hands. This glorious victory has greatly increased the weight in my hands and made me more qualified to speak. I cannot allow this battle to end in failure." He loudly told everyone The officers said, "All of us must work hard once, whether it is the Count of Monte Cristo, or you, or me! Tomorrow is the key day for our victory, and I will not allow anyone to hesitate or back down... We must victory!

We've made a big name, all Christians are cheering for our great victories, we've won enough!So what is there to worry about?Will our glorious reputation stop here?Shall our hopes of restoring the empire come to an abrupt end with these little Turks?No, that's impossible, they don't deserve it, these wretches only deserve to be our stepping stones!We must win!We will definitely win! "

The others didn't dare to vent their anger, they could only silently watch the young man vent his anger, and they wondered why His Majesty seemed to go crazy after receiving a letter.

After venting for a while, Aigron finally calmed down slowly.

"Okay, I've finished what I have to say, everyone, go back, deploy according to our plan, and launch the attack on time tomorrow." He watched with calm eyes, and then solemnly told them, "Remember, I I will see how each of you perform, and how you perform will determine how I view you in the future, so I wish you the best of luck."

Whether it is willingly or reluctantly, everyone can only respond to His Majesty's gaze with the same uplifting spirit.

"For victory!"　　

200, storm

Urged by Aigron to be so tough that he was almost ruthless, his officers had to cheer up and started a new round of attack on the Mesolonghi Fortress.

Aigron issued strict confidentiality regulations, so only the top military officers knew his real plan, and the lower-level military officers only knew that His Majesty was going to launch an attack of unprecedented scale and win the victory with a bloody battle.

Because they had run into walls in the fortress many times before, their confidence was generally low, and they felt that this attack might return in vain, but His Majesty's orders are orders after all, and they have to be carried out to the end, so even if they don't have confidence in their hearts, they can only do it. You can cheer up and use your own flesh and blood to win the victory for His Majesty.

This is the discipline of the army. No matter how dissatisfied the subordinates are with the orders of the superiors, they only have the right to make suggestions. If the superiors still insist on the original orders after listening to the suggestions, then the subordinates must implement them, even at the cost of their own lives—— Without this discipline, the army is not an army.

Because the offensive deadline was set for tomorrow, and no grace period was allowed, most of these officers could not sleep that night. They mobilized their soldiers, and then mobilized them according to the plan, and the troops scheduled to attack passed one by one. Those crooked ditches were spread out on the forward position.

As time went by, a crack was slowly torn open in the darkness of the night, a white halo gradually appeared in the east, and a new day officially arrived.

Since early in the morning, Aigron has walked out of his tent, and then observed his army through a telescope, and his army, having completed all preparations for the attack at dawn, deployed to the position, looking from the high ground, the trench The space was filled with figures, and their black military uniforms gathered together like black waves, while the reflections of the bayonets on the spear points were shimmering, heralding the arrival of a storm in the near future.

Major Hench, who had always lived reclusively, also deliberately came to his side today. Obviously, the major, like the young man, was very concerned about today's battle situation.

Yes, it was a fateful day in every sense of the word.

The rising sun gradually rose from the mountains to the east, dyeing the sea around the fort red, and allowing the land to receive a steady stream of heat again.

The sunshine bestowed by the sun is gradually scorching the earth, and also scorching the soldiers in the trench. They are gradually heating up, and their breathing is gradually becoming heavy, because they all know that the time for the scheduled general attack is coming.

Aigron also took out his pocket watch and watched the time nervously. He knew that when he dropped the last bets, his fate would also usher in a major turning point.

If he wins today, then there will be a smooth road ahead for him, he can control the next situation in Greece, and his negotiations with Metternich will be more calm; if he ushers in another setback today, then he has nothing else to do The trick is up, and he can only take his discouraged army and retreat back to Naphpaktos in despair. Although it will not be destroyed, the original invincible momentum will also disappear, and his negotiation value will drop a lot. cut.

He couldn't afford such a price—for him, who was poor in resources and could only bluff people with fame, even a single failure would bring him an unbearable loss.

Just imagine, if Napoleon really lost his Battle of Marengo, although he could withdraw to France, would he still have a chance to build his own empire?I am afraid that even the seat of the first ruling party will be difficult to secure.

"Your Highness..." Maybe seeing the nervousness and anxiety of the young man at the moment, Major Hench who was next to him suddenly spoke. "Do you remember what I told you that day in the castle?"

Aigron frowned, "Which sentence are you referring to?"

"At that time, I asked you to promise me that once you lose the battle, you will never make a hot-headed move and urge your subordinates to make unnecessary sacrifices because of anger, but follow my suggestion to retreat. At that time, I was of this opinion , now I still have the same thought—Your Highness, since you trust me and keep me by your side, then I ask you to trust me to the end, and let me be responsible for judging the situation for you and deciding the rhythm of the battle."

After Aigron thought about it, he spread his hands regretfully.

"I'm sorry, Major, but I cannot take your advice this time. I will act with my judgment."

"Why?" The major's face changed slightly.

"Since I brought everyone here, it means that I can't bear to return without success, and the real environment does not allow me to return home without a feather. I must win." Egron replied coldly, "Today It’s the day when I give it a go, no matter how much the price I bear, I will stick to it to the end, I don’t need to be stingy with human life, because as long as I win, I can add as much as I want—”

Aigron's words made the major not know what to say for a while.

Although these words sound cruel, he also knows that the situation this young man is facing now does not allow him to be too merciful.

After a while, he reminded again in a low voice. "You have already promised your subordinates that if the battle goes against you and your hopes fail, you will take them back."

"Yes, I didn't deceive them. Today is our last attempt. If our side and the Count of Monte Cristo's side fail, then it means that fate is not on my side. I am willing to swallow the bitter fruit , because all of this is my own responsibility, and I decided to attack here." Egron calmly looked at the trench in the distance, "But, since it is the last time, then I will simply be willful! I will do my best , and I want my subordinates to work hard, anyway, it doesn’t make much difference to me if I lose a little, so I’d rather lose a lot.”

Looking at the young man's murderous expression, the major also knew that it was meaningless to say anything more.

Although after many years in the battlefield, he was already tired of fighting, but he knew that for soldiers, their bounden duty was to become a "price" and be used by their commanders as consumables when necessary.