Eagle's Glory

49. Passionate

"That's why I'm here!"

Eggron answered the other party loudly.

"It is a pity that my father's career suffered such a heavy blow, but it does not mean that the path he chose is wrong, and it does not mean that I will die as the heir! Just imagine, if he gave up in Toulon He gave up his career, gave up his career in Egypt, and even gave up his career in Marengo. Is it possible for the empire to appear? Is it possible for such a brilliant achievement to be born? He never gave up in desperate situations, and he fought against bad luck again and again. Fighting, he still chose to fight until he was kicked off the throne! How can I stop with such a role model in front of me?"

Aigron's question left the veteran speechless.

His hands were tightly clutching the gold coin that Aigron had just presented to him, and his lips were trembling slightly.

"That's right, you have the right to fight for the empire and to inherit his cause." Then, he replied loudly to the young man in front of him, "Just because you have the courage, you have the right to say that you are better than those princes." We are strong!"

Then, he bowed to Aigron full of excitement, "I don't know what others will think, but I would like to pay tribute to you—I gave everything to your father, the most precious age in my life I've been in the military for him, I've moved back and forth, and I've run thousands of miles, and I have no complaints about it, because I've seen the great cities and the military, and I've seen some of the greatest in our country Victory... Without him, I would just spend my whole life in this ghost place forever, and then turn to dust, there is absolutely no second person who will be loved like him..."

After feeling for a while, he suddenly realized that his words seemed inappropriate, so he hurriedly made amends, "Of course, if you can return to the throne, then we will love you as we loved him back then."

"Don't be nervous, sir. Of course, my current achievements can't compare with his." Aigron smiled and said that he didn't care.

Then, he raised his voice again, "But no matter how different our achievements are, we both love this country with the same intensity, and we are ready to serve this country that generously gave us the crown with the same passion - I inherit His blood, this is a blessing from God, but what I inherit from him is not only the throne, but also a ruthless iron fist and endless enthusiasm! He ended those horrible years, and I want to continue those stable Time; he made the code, and I guarded the code; he led France to glory, and I will bring her prosperity!

This is the mission given to me by God. Although fate has made me suffer and caused some twists and turns in my mission, this will never hinder me from fulfilling my obligations, because I was born for this.What are the setbacks of the past ten years or so?The Bourbon royal family had to wait more than 16 years before they had the chance to return to France. Could my confidence and patience be worse than these fearless bastards?Bah, they also deserve to compare with me?What I was able to do when I was 60 years old, they will not be able to do half of it when I am 40 years old. As for the accomplishments completed by the first emperor before the age of 400, they don’t want to be able to touch it in [-] years!They were only picked out of the trash with the help of foreigners' bayonets to pretend to be kings, and I represent the future of this country! "

With an almost crazy excitement, Aigron yelled out a long paragraph of words.

Some of these words were thought of by him before, and some of them were blurted out on the spot on his own initiative.

At this moment, he was not so much roaring in a small country cafe, as he was roaring when Cicero was eloquent in the Senate.

The most important thing about extemporaneous speech is to have passion.

The same thing is said by a lifeless person and by a passionate person, the effect is completely different.

Language itself is only a medium of communication, and it is only when passion is infused in it that it becomes truly magical.

Moreover, no one in this small cafe dared to stand up to refute or interrupt him, so he could vent his passion and anger as much as possible.

Fortunately, this young man's chest has never lacked the above two things.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are the future." Veteran Angles had tears in his eyes at this moment. He stood up straight, then raised his arm with a wound on his shoulder, and solemnly saluted the young man, "I hope May the day when you enter Paris come soon..."

Amidst his cries, Aigron turned his attention to the other two veterans who came out of the crowd with him.

Then, he asked their names one by one, and then learned more about their service experience that year.Aigron expressed his gratitude and encouragement for the hardships and hardships they had endured, and Aigron expressed his apology for the treatment they are receiving now-in his opinion, just because he lost the throne, these people who once served the empire Those who have served, who have risked their lives, will be treated like this.

Like the veteran just now, Aigron asked André Davout to give them some money as a thank you for being late.

The veterans were of course very grateful for receiving such a gift for no reason, and they also had mixed feelings about Aigron.

Aigron seized his limited time to connect with them, fondly remembering the friendship formed by the soldiers of the empire during the struggle of the whole people, and made a solemn promise——

"One day, although not now, but one day, I will enter Paris and rebuild the empire. For me, it is not just the return of the Bonaparte family to the throne, there are more important things than this ——I want to liquidate those injustices we suffered back then, those who caused us to suffer, and those incompetent people who deliberately turned right and wrong and climbed over the heads of the French people to do their best!

We lost, but not to these bastards and idiots, they don't deserve to face me as winners, never will!So I'm going to give all these silverfish what they deserve, and restore the respect they deserve to the warriors who are now silenced.Justice - justice is what we demand, and I am the one to enforce it, and you are my reason to claim the scepter!In order to achieve justice, I ask you to take out your long-lost courage, lend me your strength, and support me as you did when you fought bloody battles for my father. I promise you that you will never regret it. With you here, I will never be alone - I will walk with you, toward fairness and justice! "

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to the veteran Angles.

The old soldier froze for a moment, then he looked at the burning flames in the young man's eyes, without any hesitation, he raised his hand covered in dust between the nails, and held the young man's hand tightly.

This is the heir to the emperor, he is back, he is holding my hand...

Although intellectually he knows that this young man still has too many difficulties and obstacles to return to the throne, but at this moment he believes and is willing to believe that he will be able to get what he wants and bring all the emperor's soldiers (regardless of the moment) life or death), continue the interrupted history of the empire, and then knock down all the bastards who used to complacently liquidate them to the ground and step into the mud pit.

This is exactly what he expected to see.

"Long live the emperor!" Excited, he no longer had any scruples, and the dusty admiration for his majesty in his heart burst out.

Seeing that the other party has been guided to the state, Aigron also heaved a sigh of relief-it seems that not everyone has lost the pursuit of life like the old mayor, and is not moved by all external things.

As long as there are still some people who are remembering the empire, yearning for the glory of the past, and talking about the glorious deeds of Emperor Napoleon and the Grand Army, then he has potential supporters. As long as these supporters can be aroused, he has enough of the capital.

Maybe many people still hate themselves and the Bonaparte family, but this is not important. No matter how great a saint is, he will inevitably have enemies. He just needs to ensure that his supporters are united and obedient enough.

The Bourbon dynasty is unpopular, their rule is already crumbling, and it will end sooner or later. As long as he can gather enough loyal supporters, he will be able to achieve his goals in the chaos of the collapse of the dynasty.

With a trace of rejoicing and certainty, he couldn't help showing a joyful smile on his face again. He held the veteran's hand tightly, and then shouted out.

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Long live the empire!" Several other veterans also shouted out selflessly.

Perhaps because of the herd mentality, the other people present also started to yell out, and as time went by, more and more people yelled, and finally more than half of the people yelled together .

The atmosphere in the cafe swept away the previous tension, and suddenly filled with passion. In a trance, Aigron felt as if he was participating in some kind of celebration.

Although they are just a group of villagers, they are French after all, and they are not opposed to becoming their own subjects. Judging from their performance, Aigron feels that his career is not without hope of success in the short term.

After all, compared to the aging King Charles X and his mediocre son, the Duke of Angoulême, his personal charm is more attractive to the French people.

Of course, even after making this judgment, Egron does not intend to advance blindly. He knows that this group of people is temporarily aroused to cherish the memory of the empire, but this passion is not firm and will not last long.

It is one thing to shout slogans for him, but it is another thing to go forward and die generously for him.

With the clock ticking and the danger to him growing with each passing second, it's time to plan the next step.

Eggron knew that his adventure to sneak back to France this time was to take advantage of the unpreparedness of the Bourbon royal government. After they received the news, the angry King Charles X would definitely be furious, and next time he wanted to sneak back to the country to make trouble It's not that easy.

So he must seize this short window period and try to create as much momentum as possible.

It's safe to make noise and mobilize people in this small cafe, but it's not very tasteful. He needs to play a little bigger.

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Amid the cheers of "Long Live the Empire", Aigron looked at the veteran who was still shaking hands with him.

"Would you dare to go out with me, sir?" he asked.

"Why do you ask!" The veteran replied generously, and then smiled disdainfully, "I was never afraid of the hail of bullets back then, you just need to say where you are going!"

"Okay, show me the way." Aigron made a request, "Take me to the church."

"Church?" The veteran froze for a moment.

"Yes, I want the priest to help gather the nearby villagers, the more the better—" Eggron said his plan, "I want to talk to my own people!"

"Success!" Without any hesitation, the veteran immediately nodded in agreement.

Then, Aigron let go of his hand, then turned his head to look at the people who were still cheering, waved his hand and made a gesture.

Seeing that he had something to say, the people stopped their voices one after another, and then turned their heads to look at him.

"Gentlemen, I am very happy, really happy... After more than ten years away from the country, you can still recognize me as a Frenchman. This is the most precious recognition for me. My soul and this land have returned. We are reintegrated together." Aigron said loudly in an excited tone, "Next, I am going to church to meet my people, can you give me the honor to go there with me?"

His question immediately received a positive response—whether it was out of loyalty and love for the Bonaparte family, or out of a mentality of watching the excitement, the vast majority of people chose to respond to this call.

They have already seen that this young man ventured back to China this time for political propaganda, not for murder and arson, and even to show the image of "loving the people", he will also pay attention to protecting the people around him ——In this case, as long as you cooperate obediently, you will never have any worries about your life.

Anyway, there will be no danger to life, so why not watch the excitement?

In this remote town, life is always the same. Regardless of whether the young man's career succeeds in the future, what happened today will be enough to become a topic of conversation for the next two or three generations.

Amidst the crowd's booing and cheering, the veteran didn't say a word, turned around and took Aigron out of the cafe and walked towards the church, while the others crowded around Aigron and rushed towards the church together——Aigron Of course Long knew where the church was, but now that veterans took the initiative to lead him the way, it seemed that he was "respected by everyone". Of course, he was happy to see the situation develop like this.

He desperately needs to make an open-air appearance, and the climax of this adventure will be in the ringing of the church bells.

"Maybe it can't be called what everyone expects, but at least I have grasped the pulse of France. In the future, I will hold on to it and no one will be able to shake me off!" Eggron thought with a little satisfaction.

The risk is indeed worth it.　　

50. Courage and Manifesto

Surrounded by the crowd, Aigron's group walked towards the church mightily.

Although Egron was caught in a frenzied excitement on the surface, his heart was still extremely calm and vigilant, and he was always paying attention to the surrounding environment, not letting go of any suspicious signs.

For him, fame is important, but the most important thing is his personal safety. After all, fame can be built up slowly, and if he loses his life, he will lose everything.

Of course, in terms of his current reputation, if he really misses and is captured, he may not die (but this may not be possible, because King Charles X is notoriously reactionary, will he suddenly lose his mind and go crazy? Napoleon's son avenged the Duke of Enghien, who knows.)

Besides, even if life is not in danger, going to prison is not an easy life - he still has a bright future, his wife (and future children) are waiting for him to go home, how can he waste his precious youth in prison?

So he has to do his best to keep himself safe.

Now the people around him are people he brought back from abroad, as well as a few supporters who are in France but do not show up easily. The Marquis of Treville did not appear——Unlike Aigron, General Treville Afterwards, he has to return to his home in Paris, so he cannot show his face in front of people.

Because of this, Aigron arranged for the Marquis de Treville to lurk outside the town, staring at the road between Strasbourg Fortress and the town, and if there was any trouble, he would flee according to the plan he had planned before.

He believed in the loyalty of the Marquis of Treville, at least for now, the fate of the two of them was bound together.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal around, Aigron confidently followed the veteran leading the way to the church.

As they approached this humble town church, the curate priest was baffled by the sudden crowd, and he walked out of the church to meet the noisy group of guys.

"My brothers, what are you doing? Why didn't you drink coffee and drink, but came to me instead?" He asked curiously.

The priest was about fifty years old, and he was quite short and fat. Although he was wearing a black cassock, he didn't look serious. He had a gentle smile on his face, and combined with his large figure, he looked naive.

However, Aigron was not interested in talking to him at the moment. He still put on a serious face, and then directly explained his identity to the other party.

"Hello, Father. I am the King of Rome. I have just returned to France and I need your help."

"Huh? You... You said you are?" The smile on the priest's face disappeared instantly, his eyebrows were raised, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper, "What is it?"

He blinked and kept looking at the young man, not understanding what happened.

Before Eggron could explain again, he trembled like a rabbit with fried fur. "King of Rome? Duke of Lechstedt? Napoleon II?"

"Both, it's all me. It's really hard for you to remember. You can choose one of the titles to call me—" Aigron nodded friendly, "Of course, I'm happier if it's the last one."

Looking at the young man's face, the priest turned pale with fright as if he had seen some ghost.

"My God!" he yelled, and turned to run away.

How could Aigron give him such a chance again?

Without any winks from him, André Davout who was beside him grabbed his shoulder directly.

How could this poor old priest be a match for a young man like Andre? His shoulders were grabbed in an instant, and he could no longer escape.

"This is not the welcome I expected." Aigron said mildly without changing his expression.

Of course, although his tone and words are quite polite, his eyes have already issued a stern warning to the other party - if you don't obey, your life will be in danger.

The priest gasped for breath, and slowly accepted the reality, but he still stared at Aigron with lingering fear, "You...how did you come back?"

"This is my country, why can't I come back?" Aigron asked back.

At this moment, he saw that the veteran Angles next to him seemed to have something to say.

So he nodded to the other party, indicating that he would speak if he had something to say.

After getting permission, the veteran Angles briefly introduced the priest, "This is a good guy. During the Great Revolution, he refused to swear loyalty to the Republic, so he was included in the list of enemies of the Republic and was forced to hide everywhere. He waited until the Empire period. He ran out after the society settled down. However, although he is a royalist in his standpoint, he is very kind and kind to people, and he is quite famous in our place. If possible, please don’t be too rough with him.”

"Of course, I don't want to be rough with any Frenchman—unless I have to," said Eggron, looking back at the priest.

His eyes seemed to say 'please don't push me'.

Then, Aigron spoke to the priest again, "Father, I'm sorry to have caused you unexpected trouble today, but please rest assured that I won't stay here for too long. So as long as you stay here for a short time If you cooperate with me, then I will definitely not harm your safety—although I may not have the same political stance as you, but according to my identity and dignity, I will not lie to you."

Aigron's words seemed to calm the priest's emotions a little.

"What... do you want me to do?" he asked tremblingly in shock.

"It's very simple. You go to ring the bell and gather the nearby villagers. The more people come, the better." Aegron replied briefly.

He still hasn't spoken half a sentence, but his eyes have already told the other party - if you don't comply with this request, then I will be 'forced'.

He didn't serve the Empire, and as a priest he didn't have children (at least nominally) to die for the Emperor, so Aegron certainly didn't need to be too polite to him.

The priest did not agree immediately, but looked anxiously at Aigron, then at the group of people around him, and then involuntarily looked towards the direction of the fortress.

"You are right, the garrison will come, but it will take time, and I can do many, many things during this time—" Aigron clenched his fists demonstratively, "Again, I don't have enough time, so Please don't make me talk anymore."

"Can you promise not to hurt others?" The priest tried to bargain.

"Of course, as long as no one draws a gun on me, then I will never be the first to fire—" Egron promised with a proud face. "I ran back to France not to kill anyone, but to see this land and its people."

"Hey..." The priest sighed, and finally nodded helplessly, "Okay."

Then, under the watchful eye of André Davout, he returned to the simple church, and then shook the church bell in the small attic.

Amidst the ding dong ding dong, villagers from various villages and houses unexpectedly poked their heads from the houses and fields, wondering why the church suddenly summoned them.

Soon, villagers gathered from all directions.

Aigron stood in the open space, listening to the bell, and watched more and more people gather in front of him.

As a matter of course, such a well-dressed young man from a foreign country has attracted the attention of the villagers.