Eagle's Glory

"A gift from an old father—" Eggron, who was riding on the horse, replied with a smile.

At this time, the midday sun was shining on his body, the golden hair and the brown mane complemented each other, and both the man and the horse seemed to stand in the halo.

"You are really amazing!" The Marquis de Treville sighed, "It seems that your appearance is more ideal than I imagined."

"Of course! It's a pity you weren't there - I won the cheers and my debut battle!" Aigron nodded with a smile, and then proudly waved his horsewhip, "I came by the sun, and I came to this land Lands waiting to be conquered, I will make my wishes come true!"　　

52, parted ways

"I come by the sun, and I will come to this land waiting to be conquered, and I will make my wishes come true!"

Aigron's passionate declaration made the Marquis de Treville deeply moved.

He is already at this age, and he is used to seeing the big world. Of course, he will not be overwhelmed with admiration just because of a few words from others, but at this moment, he can see a bit of the demeanor of the last century in this young man.

There is no doubt that he is not yet the emperor, and he will even run away later, but this kind of bold self-confidence, and the willpower to carry out any plan after confirming it, gave him the ability to reach the peak Basic quality.

During this period of time, he spent almost every day with the young man, and had been secretly observing him. He knew that the future fate of his family was closely related to him. He had to carefully consider whether to devote everything to taking risks for this young man.

But now, he has no hesitation in his heart—he is convinced that this young man is the successor of the emperor, and he is the object that his family should devote all their allegiance to support, and only he can make his family turn around. The highest level of the empire of God.

Undoubtedly this is very risky, but sometimes it is like this, people have to pay a corresponding price if they want to get something, and compared to the temptation of "walking to the highest level of imperial power", as long as there is a 10% probability of success is enough It's exciting, and the Marquis de Treville's estimate of the probability of young people along the way has greatly exceeded this value.

Therefore, he also wants to gamble, and put all his chips on this young man, in exchange for realizing his ambition, no matter whether he succeeds or not in the end, at least the painstaking efforts that have been consumed for so many years will not be in vain.

Now that he has made up his mind, he must protect the safety of this young man, and his priority is even higher than his own. In a sense, if the Marquis de Treville himself dies in order to protect his benefactor, his The future wealth and honor of the descendants will never run away.

Of course, this is only the choice in the most extreme situation. The Marquis de Treville still hopes that he can live to see his dream come true.

"Your Majesty, congratulations." The Marquis de Treville stood under the horse, then bowed respectfully to the young man on the horse, and then changed the topic, "But it's not the time to celebrate the victory, we should go .”

Aigron also knew that although he had indeed "won a big victory" today, if he was really caught by the garrison unfortunately, all the victories would be wiped out, so he also restrained his complacent excitement, The former calm was restored.

"Let's go!" he ordered.

"Yes." Treville responded, then waved his hand, and then the men next to him pulled out the horses that had been prepared a long time ago from the woods.

In the original plan, the Marquis of Treville had already prepared a fast horse for Aigron's next escape, and Aigron received an unexpected gift from the old mayor, which made their resources much more abundant.

The Marquis is a cavalry general, and his research on horses is naturally far beyond ordinary people. He only took a few glances to confirm that Aigron's current mount is much stronger than the horses he prepared in a hurry, so he did not propose to let Aigron Change mounts.

He didn't know how His Majesty got the horses. He just guessed that they were gifted to him by a rich man who was loyal to Emperor Napoleon in the town, but he didn't expect that there were such twists and turns in the matter.

There is not much time left now, and Aigron is riding on the horse, and he can already see some small figures appearing on the horizon in the distance. It is obvious that the army from the fortress has come to the side of the town.

Without any hesitation anymore, he jumped on his horse and swung his whip. "let's go!"

The Marquis de Treville turned on his horse, swung his whip, and took the lead, leading the way ahead of Aigron.

Just like that, the group of people rode on horses and fled in the opposite direction of the army coming.

Aigron rode his horse and galloped across this vast field, breathing the sweet air of the French countryside. Because the speed was too fast, he roared in his ears, and the heat of early summer was wiped away by the sound of the wind, which accelerated the blood flow in his body. , excited.

This is his country, and although it is not owned by him for the time being, it will definitely belong to him.

He drove on the country road willfully, enjoying the instinctive pleasure of the adrenaline rush, and almost forgot that he was fleeing for a moment, just like a king patrolling the hunting ground.

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Fortunately, there is a calm and pragmatic general beside him as his senior counselor.

"Your Majesty!" After galloping for nearly two hours, he reminded Aigron in good time. "We should stop."

Only then did Eggron return to reality, he tightened the reins of his mount, slowed himself down slowly, and then stopped.

Now, in front of his sight is a forest, which is quite dense, with only a few trails passing through it, and the surrounding terrain is getting higher and higher, and the road has become rough.

This is the Vosges Mountains.

This mountain range is undulating, and even if a large army is sent, it is impossible to hunt him around. He only needs to walk southeast along the Vosges Mountains, and then cross the Rhine River to enter the territory of Germany, and then he will be safe.

Of course, if you want to enter the mountain, it is impossible to gallop on the horse, so Aigron and others got off their horses.

But not everyone will stop here. According to the original plan, some people will ride on Egron's mount, and after a short rest, they will ride away along another road. They will deliberately show their tracks on the next journey. Attract the attention of those who hunt Eggron.

After a while, they will be reduced to pieces, and then with the help of the supporters of the Bonaparte family, they will temporarily hide in the countryside incognito and wait for new opportunities.

The whole plan was handled by the Marquis of Treville. With the meticulousness and care he had when he was marching and fighting, he planned all this in advance, and now it is executed smoothly without any stagnation.

Aegron stood under the tree, watching with reluctance as someone climbed onto his makeshift mount.

"Try to keep it." He gave his last order. "If I can, I hope I can continue to ride it next time I return to France."

The subordinates led away, and Aigron looked at the back of the mount for the last time, then turned around and walked along the path to the mountains.

It was early summer at this time, and we were in the Vosges Mountains, which is famous for its beautiful scenery. Aigron looked around and saw greenery everywhere, mist rose between the valleys, and there were small streams and springs in the mountains. Flowing, this scene of all things bursting forth and full of vitality made him fall into reverie again.

With its most beautiful heart, this country gladly accepted me. Although I only stayed here for a short time, it was destined to cause a great shock——Aigron has no doubt that within a few days, his name, his His new round of adventure stories will be "spreading" in newspapers all over France, once again grabbing the focus of public opinion.

He proclaimed to the people of France in the most adventurous and powerful way that he existed and was ready to stand with them.

He is not sure how many people will cheer for his adventure, but he has been away from France for too long and is about to be forgotten by the people. He needs to use this method to constantly declare his existence to the people and plant a new seed in their hearts. own shadow.

There is still a long way to go, and it is full of bumps, but he has found his own way and will walk down it confidently.

In the silence, Aigron and his party climbed to the mountainside of a mountain, and in the dense forest here, there is an inconspicuous hut, which seems to be a temporary residence for hunters when they go hunting in the mountain.

The Marquis of Treville pushed open the door and took Aigron in, and then took out the kettle that had been prepared earlier, as well as bacon, dry bread and other food from the corner of the cabin.

Eggron, who had been tired for so long, took the water bottle and the food, and then swallowed them whole to replenish his energy. Even though the food was so simple, it tasted delicious to him.

The Marquis de Treville didn't eat, he quietly watched Aigron's meal, and after the young man finished eating, he bowed to Aigron again.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to say goodbye. The food and water here are for you to use on the road, so I won't waste them. I wish you a safe journey and leave safely."

Aigron wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then solemnly bid farewell to the Marquis de Treville.

"Marquis de Treville, I deeply understand that the reason why our operation is so successful today is precisely because you are in charge - to be more precise, if you didn't propose at the beginning, then I would never have this time Action, so, as far as the actual situation is concerned, you have acted as my head and brother at the same time... It is really difficult for me to express my gratitude to you in words, but please rest assured, I will always remember your love for me Loyalty, and I wish you all the best in the future."

Then, Aigron reminded the general with all his heart, "Next, be careful. After the news from our side reaches Paris, the false king will be furious, and his lackeys will definitely strengthen their opposition to all dissidents in the short term." The surveillance of the mobs—and you, as a well-known supporter of the Bonaparte family, will definitely become their key target, and you must be careful to avoid showing your feet."

"You are right, Your Majesty." The Marquis de Treville nodded, "I will rush back to Paris as quickly as possible, and then deal with it with the help of my daughter-in-law—the opening we left is very small, And we have deliberately cut off most of our contacts with the social world over the years, and they don't have much to do with us."

Eggron hesitated, then asked again. "Edgar should be fine, right?"

He knew that questioning someone else's son face to face was tantamount to slapping him in the face, but this question was too important, so he had to ask it.

Sure enough, the corner of the Marquis de Treville's mouth twitched slightly when asked by Aigron.

"Don't worry, that unworthy man has a basic brain even though he's a slut, and he... He loves me very much and won't cause me any trouble. He's always tight-lipped when he needs it. "

Then, he added cautiously, "In addition, although I didn't order it deliberately, he has an affair with a princess in private. If the princess takes care of him secretly, the risk we will face is much smaller."

Aegron froze for a moment.

Although he didn't know that Edgar was like a fish in water in the Parisian entertainment venue, judging from the tone of the Marquis de Treville, although he didn't like this affair with his son, it seemed that there was "using this affair to give The idea of ​​"seeking profit at home", never thought of forcing Edgar to sever the affair as a father——

"What about Alice?" He almost asked.

But he swallowed the words—he had too many and too important issues to focus on now, and whether a lady suffered a betrayal was really insignificant compared to it.

Anyway, it's the Marquis's family affairs, he can handle it himself, and Aigron has no interest in intervening - besides, he himself is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so what qualifications do he have to say?

"Remember, I would rather lose more valuable jewels than see your family suffer any mishaps. You are too important to me." Aigron ended with these words, "The Treville family Will be one of the brightest families in the Empire - I'll make Miss Harlow the star of the court if she pleases."

"Your Majesty..." Hearing Aigron's affectionate farewell, the Marquis de Treville seemed to be moved too, and tears flashed in his light blue eyes, "I wish I could gather around you now, and take You march into Paris! It will be my life's glory."

"There will be such a day, don't worry." Aigron replied with a smile, "So, General Treville, I order you to ensure your safety and live well, because I have decided that when I return to Paris Afterwards, you will lead me through the Arc de Triomphe - and you alone will be worthy of such an honor."

"From now on I will only live for this one day!" said the Marquis de Treville, with half-truth and half-false excitement, grateful.

Speaking of the emotional part, Aigron and the Marquis de Treville, regardless of the age and status gap, embraced enthusiastically with uncharacteristic calmness, and staged a scene of "the monarch and his ministers get along well" in front of others.

For Aigron, today has proved the role of the Treville family to him, and he hopes to continue to win over this family in order to further use their ability and fame; and for the Marquis of Treville, he has already made up his mind All bets are on, so there are no more reservations.

After the two cherished each other half-truthfully, they reluctantly bid farewell. Aigron watched as the Marquis de Treville disappeared into the forest with his entourage.

And then, it's his own way.

He turned around and looked at André Davout beside him.

At this time, Andre also had an excited expression on his face. He was packing up the food stored in the house with others, and was preparing to set off again.

Yes, there is a new journey ahead... He raised his head, looking up at the clear blue sky outside the door and the magnificent and beautiful scenery of the Vosges Mountains.

This country is really beautiful and rich. If you can snatch it, what more can you ask for?

This time he can only taste it, but next time, he will definitely stay here for a long time.　　

53. Rage

Just as Aigron was crossing the Vosges Mountains with his cronies, the series of "crimes" he committed at the border were also rushed to the capital by the local officials, and then, at a flying speed spread throughout France.

Just as he expected, for a while, he became the focus of public opinion throughout France. Whether it was in the theaters with extravagant decorations, the simple streets, or even the hidden salons everywhere, people were talking about this lawless young man everywhere.

Of course, according to their different political stances, they have completely different evaluations of the whole incident, and they also call this young man completely different - some excitedly called him Emperor, and some neutrally and coldly called him Reichstedt The Duke's, of course, also directly cursed "that little bastard".

No matter what attitude they hold, they have already found that it will be more and more difficult for people to ignore the existence of this young man on the French political arena in the future-obviously, this young man's sudden appearance this time will definitely not be just for the sake of Just kidding, he is seriously declaring to the whole of France that he has never given up the inheritance rights he once had.

No one knows whether he can achieve what he wants. In this unpredictable age, who can know what will happen in the future?

Some people pray that the disaster will not happen, and some people hope that something will happen with a thankful attitude-they may not be loyal supporters of this young man, but they are happy to see some changes in France, which is now stagnant and dull, so that they can Be able to show your talents and take the opportunity to reap enough personal benefits.

All the reports about this young man and the reactions of people from all walks of life in various places in France were continuously collected and fed back to the Tuileries Palace. The flow made the elderly King Charles X inexplicably anxious and angry.

"Bang!" Right in the king's study, the old king slapped the table heavily, and the walnut desk immediately let out a dull roar like a gunshot.

As if this was not enough to vent his anger, he swept all the papers piled up on the table and moved them to the ground. These pieces of paper rolled on the ground, as if still silently mocking the king's powerlessness.

Seeing that His Majesty was so furious, none of the people nearby dared to speak out to dissuade them, and they all stood there with low eyebrows, fearing that they would become the target of His Majesty's anger if they got into trouble.

In that town, the bloody heir of Bonaparte forced the country priest to ring the bell to summon the villagers, and then gave them a speech in which he attacked the king and the Bourbons with all kinds of vicious words, and then raised his voice. and go.

His Majesty the King was panting heavily, his old and turbid eyes were bloodshot at the moment, although he could no longer see the handwriting on the report, the young man's words were still echoing in his mind.

"Another rogue from Corsica who is nothing more than a mongrel of an Italian and an Austrian who has the audacity to call himself a Frenchman! No one but Robespierre has ever brought France as much as Bonaparte After so many disasters, he still has the face to say that he loves the French? Shameless is their family skill!" Thinking of those words, His Majesty the King was furious again, and couldn't help cursing, "It's all because of those despicable people! Austrian pigs, they should have hanged the little bastard! How much trouble they have brought us for their own selfishness!"

The king's roar made everyone's eardrums ache, and even the attendants outside the door could hear it clearly. No one thought that His Majesty the King, who was usually weak and weak, could burst into such a burst of anger. vitality.

However, the vitality brought by mental stimulation is still limited after all. After venting, the king sat down on the chair again. The sweat on his forehead just pasted the hair on his forehead and pasted it on his forehead. He looked a little more embarrassed.

The king ascended to the throne that did not belong to him after suffering the death of his two elder brothers. He was 66 years old when he became king, and he is now over seventy years old. His endless honor and power, but also consumed his remaining energy and soul. Recently, the king has felt more and more powerless.

If nothing happened in the country, maybe he could still rely on the remaining energy, and the mentality and will that he had trained in the bloody storms for many years. However, since he took the throne, the chaos at home and abroad has gradually made him quickly There is a sense of physical and mental exhaustion on the ground.

He had a premonition that the time left in his life was running out.

But...that little bastard, damn it, how many years does he have left to live!A sense of despair suddenly arose in the king's heart.

Although he has never met the young man, he has never lacked news about him for more than a year. Although the king is unwilling to admit it in his heart, he can see from these deeds that the young man The chilling action, determination, and courage contained in his body.

He has a vigor that he has never had before, and he just wants to push himself and his family off the throne without any hesitation or mercy.

Bonaparte... This vicious surname is God's punishment for the Bourbon family.

He didn't know if he could escape the disaster from this young man—besides, even if he escaped, would his mediocre son and grandson, who was still young, be able to escape?

This little bastard has too many years left to live!

Bourbon's hatred of Bonaparte, the old man's jealousy of the young man, the people on the throne's fear of those who want to take the throne, these three emotions are intertwined, and the old king has infinite killing intent towards the young man ——If this young man is in his hands at this moment, I am afraid that he will immediately let him kill him regardless of everything.

It's a pity that the young man had already run away, and he fled before the army arrived, and he was never seen again...

"Incapable!" Thinking of this, the king cursed weakly again.

Seeing that His Majesty the King finally calmed down a little, the Prime Minister Count de Villers, who had been silent all this time, finally seized his chance.

"Your Majesty, that little guy ran away immediately after making a lot of nonsense, which obviously proved that he didn't have the confidence to face you at all, so you don't need to take his crazy words to heart at all—for us It's just a shameless criminal who committed a crime and got away with it, and while it's unforgivable, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"We all know that he is talking nonsense, but some people don't think so!" The king was still angry, grabbed the remaining report on the table, and waved it heavily, "According to the report, those villagers After he revealed his identity, instead of resisting and stopping his actions, he didn't even flee on a large scale. Instead, he gathered in front of him and listened to his crazy words like listening to a play! He cheered and chanted slogans in his favor - what disloyalty!"

"Those villagers were not prepared at all, and it was hard to expect them to risk their lives to stop that kid when they were caught off guard." Earl of Villers calmly explained, "Besides, in essence, they just watched It was just a lot of fun, and no one tried to stop the march of the army in order to defend that kid."

"Army! What about the army?!" His Majesty the King roared. "It's been so long, and they haven't found that little bastard! Are they incompetent, or did they do it on purpose?"

The prime minister fell silent.

Like the king, he also suspected that many of the local garrison were sympathizers of the Bonaparte family, and deliberately delayed the search for Duke Reichstedt, so that nothing has been found so far.

But he knew it in his heart, but the Prime Minister did not agree to go to war on it.

This is a black box. No one can determine how many potential supporters he has in the army. If Paris intensifies the conflict with the local garrison, it will push more people to his side.

So, the prime minister decided to ease the king's mood.

"The reaction of the garrison was already very fast. After receiving the report, they immediately set off and drove away the little guy—but since this was a pre-planned conspiracy, the little guy and his accomplices They must have been prepared for a long time, and they can easily escape. The army is good at fighting directly rather than arresting people. Besides, the local terrain is complicated, and there are many places for him to hide..."

"I don't want an explanation!" His Majesty interrupted the Prime Minister. "I want to punish these rebels! All rebels."