Eagle’s Glory

Chapter 249 Chapter 136

"I bet we win."

Of course Edmond Dantès couldn't hear what Aiglon said.

In fact, at this moment, all his energy was focused on his sight, and he was deaf to everything around him.

The sun has gradually risen from the horizon, and the golden morning light pierces the dark night sky before dawn, announcing the coming of light to the world.

A group of soldiers in black uniforms walked eastward along the rugged path between the hills. The sunlight passed through the canyon in the peaks and fell on them, as if coating them with a halo of blessing.

Edmond Dantès, who was dressed in casual clothes, was among the group of people, but he didn't look awkward, because his face was full of bloodthirsty expressions eager to fight, and his eyes were as murderous as the others.

But unlike others, he not only wants to fight against the enemy, but also fights against fate.

He has been at the mercy of fate and insulted for too long, the hatred accumulated in his heart makes him sleepless almost every night, he longs for revenge—to the enemy, to fate.

He raised his head and looked at the golden light in the slightly white clouds in the east.

It was fate provoking itself, as if laughing at the courage of the little sailor.

So... go! Conquer it, ravage it! Trample it under your feet!

Just like that, this army bathed in the morning light quickly rushed towards Nafpaktos from the resting place last night. The distance of more than ten kilometers, after their rapid march, was almost finished soon.

When the sky was just bright, Aigron, who was walking in the front of the army, looked up and saw the outline of the fortress on the hill.

It's finally here... Eggron breathed a sigh of relief.

He came with his own army and was not blocked along the way. Obviously, the Turks have not detected his actions so far. He achieved suddenness through his quick actions.

However, now that the night has passed, it is no longer possible for him to hide himself in the night.

Aegron stopped, then held out his hand.

"Stop!" His captain of the guard, André Davout, immediately understood, and shouted to the people next to him.

As if a stone was thrown into a pond, his voice was immediately reproduced again and again, echoing in other places in the queue, and finally reached the end of the queue. The army also temporarily stopped marching and stopped in place.

Even though he didn't sleep last night, he got up at dawn today and started marching with his army,

But Aigron didn't feel tired at all.

On the contrary, his blood was flowing faster, making him so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He knew that the real test was coming.

In the dead silence, Aigron picked up the telescope, and then carefully looked at the fortress opposite.

This fortress is not big, it can only station a few hundred troops at most, and the city wall is also quite low. Because of its age, it has a gray-black color, which is especially eye-catching among the green grass on the hills.

But now, the defenders of the fort had apparently discovered the army marching from the valley, and they were frantically on guard, and the originally opened gate was slowly closed.

Yes, they finally found out...

Aiglon was not surprised by this - it was already dawn, and anyone who was not blind could see the approaching troops.

This is an affordable price. At the moment, he only needs to face the defenders of Nafpaktos, and they have no time to ask for help from the surrounding friendly forces.

And if you want to capture Nafpaktos as soon as possible, you must first capture this fortress—as long as you can take down the fortress, you can commandeer and then march all the way to control the entire Nafpaktos port.

However, due to the urgent march, his army currently did not carry artillery, and the soldiers only carried muskets.

Therefore, if he wanted to take it as soon as possible, he could only attack by force and capture the fort as soon as possible with the flesh and blood of his soldiers-but the good news is that his force is much larger than the defenders of the fort.

Aigron put down the telescope and stared straight ahead.

This is his first battle and the first test of his abilities.

No matter what happens he must play his role well and there will be no room for any flaws.

There is nothing to hesitate...Aigron clenched his fists.

Then, he turned his head with emotion, looked at Andre Davout next to him, and then raised his hand to the fortress on the hill.

"Tell Michel Ney to set the order and launch the charge immediately. I will make it mine within three hours!"

"Yes!" Andre Davout immediately stood at attention and accepted his order.

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With a sound of order, the phalanx formed by various troops began to move slowly, ready to launch a charge, and Edmond Dantès also followed the vanguard to the front row of the queue.

According to Aigron's charter, Edmond Dantès was able to charge with the first batch of troops.

Although he was wearing civilian clothes, he held a rifle in his hand, a pistol and a saber in his pocket, and was fully armed, just waiting to be thrown into the next fight.

Next to him stood several officers who, like him, were also members of the Knights of Fontainebleau.

In order to set an example for this army that has not seen blood, Michel Ney specially issued an order that as an officer, he must stand at the forefront and lead his soldiers to charge.

The rifles of the phalanx have been equipped with bayonets, and they seem to be gathered together like hedgehogs spreading their bodies.

Edmund Dantès tightly held the rifle in his hand and took a deep breath. Only the fortress in the distance remained in his sight, and time seemed to freeze for him.

At this moment, the defenders of the fort suddenly opened fire on them.

"boom!"

Because the distance was still far away, the artillery shells did not cause many casualties, but only kicked up some dust, creating a layer of grayish-yellow fog between them and the fort.

The sound of shelling did not bring fear to Edmond Dantès, but instead aroused the ferocity in his veins——

He wants to fight!

In the midst of the gunfire, Edmund heard the sound of drums and bugles.

Before he could react, he heard several piercing screams.

"Come on!"

His brain had hardly understood the meaning of these words, his body roared involuntarily, he moved forward, and rushed towards the distant fortress.

At this moment, almost everyone around him roared the same way and launched a charge together.

In an instant, the roars gathered together, completely suppressing the sparse artillery fire, and then the black flood rushed towards the fort unstoppably.

Edmund Dantès's consciousness was completely dominated by the desire to kill at this time, his eyes were red with blood, and he rushed towards the fort almost recklessly. Amid the sound of gunfire, his body was covered with blood. There were dust and blood, and from time to time, people screamed and fell beside him, but he turned a deaf ear.

The defenders fought back desperately, trying to stop their charge, but under the leadership of the officers, these troops did not flinch, and rushed to the parapet of the fort with almost life-threatening valor.

Bullets intertwined from the shooting holes all over the parapet, constantly harvesting the attacker's orders, but the soldiers, whose minds had been dominated by killing intent, forcibly attacked in the pool of blood. They relied on simple wooden ladders to cross the They broke through the low parapet, and then engaged in a bayonet fight with the defenders on the parapet.

Edmund, who was at the forefront, had already reached the parapet at this time, and the group of people who had charged with him just now had all fallen on the way of the charge one by one, and he himself didn't know why he was almost unscathed.

Perhaps, fate does not allow him to fall here.

The soldiers rushing to the front were engaged in bayonet hand-to-hand combat with the defenders. He looked at a Turkish officer with a feather in his hat, picked up the gun in his hand, and shot the opponent in the head.

Unfortunately, the shot missed.

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 to look to the side, and then shouted to one of his own officers.

"with me……"

Before he could speak, his words stopped because he clearly discovered that a bullet had penetrated the other person's head, and 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 rushing defenders, 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 just dodged his shot.

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 soldiers who were trying to escape, and then ended the life of one of them with his own sword.

When he pulled the sword out of the opponent's chest, his consciousness, which was already close to madness, suddenly felt temporarily peaceful.

There was a huge wound on the soldier's chest and abdomen. After he pulled out the sword, the opponent's blood suddenly shot out, and then he lay down on the ground, chanting words constantly, his body twitching slightly, very quickly. Almost lost his life.

Edmond Dantès watched the other man'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 gaze again, and then noticed the blood on his hands.

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

He found that he had no sense of guilt or regret for taking the lives of others, because he was fighting others openly and then killing them.

On the battlefield, there is always only a thin line between the murderer and the slain. Maybe in a moment, he will look at the other person and sleep in this fortress forever.

But... no.

His destiny cannot end here... there is still a hearty revenge waiting for him.

The blood in his hands was like fuel, igniting his chest and mind, and burning his muscles and bones. This was the call of fate. With a calmness that made his heart tremble, he stepped over the body of the deceased, and then took the Armed with a pistol and a sword, he continued walking toward the interior of the fortress.

After crossing the parapet, Edmond Dantès and others hunched over and slowly walked along the wall towards the depths of the fortress. Although there were constant fighting along the way, there was choking smoke everywhere. There were screams, but Edmond Dantès turned a deaf ear. Now, like his master, he had only one goal, which was victory. As for the price he had to pay, he never cared.

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

The young man's heart beat with every attack of his own soldiers. Every time he saw the enemy's soldiers fall, he rejoiced; and every time he saw his own soldiers fall, his heart felt as if he had been wounded. heavy hammer.

This time, someone was actually dying for him, and he was witnessing it all.

Although he always pretends to be calm on the surface, how can this fledgling boy be confident about everything? He was as uneasy as everyone else.

Looking at the fallen corpses on the charge road and the fallen corpses under the parapet, a sentence suddenly flashed through Aigron's heart.

see it? That's all you lead to.

Every talk on paper is not as real and impactful as facing death.

However, even so, the young man did not hesitate or hesitate for a moment.

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

Everyone needs him to play a role, and he will live and die for this role, so he must play this role well, because only in this way will all the sacrifices be worthwhile.

There was no turning back for him, and neither did anyone else.

"Your Majesty... I understand your nervousness when you first enter the battlefield. Judging from your performance along the way, it is good enough... I am proud of you." At this moment, Andre Davout next to him whispered He said to the young man, "Please take care of yourself... Each of us is expendable, but you cannot be harmed at all. As long as you are alive, the empire has hope."

"Empire?" Aiglon asked.

Then, with a bitter yet joyful smile, he raised his hand and pointed to the pile of corpses in the distance, "Yes, this is the empire. Go and pass the order, and the remaining troops will continue to charge! We are going to take it!" "