Eagle’s Glory

"You wait, wait until the time is right, I will lead your guards to charge!"

Major Henchy's advice cooled the fire in Aegron's heart a little bit. He knew that although he was indeed gradually gaining the upper hand, the victory had not yet been clearly determined, and it was not time for the final blow.

Especially with his inferior military strength, with only such a reserve team in his hands, he couldn't easily squander it.

So even though he was not happy in his heart, he could only calm down and continue to observe the battle situation.

Although not much time has passed since the beginning of the battle, the battle quickly entered a fierce stage, and the two armies that had been deployed collided head-on and fought ruthlessly.

The valley between the positions of the two armies is now filled with crowds, the sound of gunfire continues, the smoke and dust from the gun barrels, and the fire from the trees and bushes ignited by the artillery fire, the flames everywhere are quickly burned out. and disappeared, but several strands of smoke gathered together to form a thick smoke that covered the valley.

However, the choking smoke did not end the fight. On the contrary, in the smoke, the soldiers kept loading bullets into their guns, and then fired at the blurry figure on the opposite side.

There is no mercy, and there is no need for the officer to issue any orders. The soldiers themselves have become the messengers of the god of death, repeating several actions mechanically, and fired at each other frantically. until it falls down.

On the left flank of the front, where the Turkish army concentrated and broke through the densest area, the two armies met directly. They fought each other with bayonet-mounted muskets, and the cannons of the two armies continued to fire, and the shells whizzed past their heads. Then plunge into the position behind them.

While Aigron was observing the entire battle situation, his chief commander Michel Ney was also closely watching the development of the battle situation.

He was as optimistic about the situation as his master, and he was standing next to the artillery position at this time-he was an artilleryman when he served in Switzerland, and he knew better about the decisive role of artillery in a battle.

Although what he can command now is only a few light artillery, but at this moment, in such a battle with a small number of people, it is enough to decide the balance of victory or defeat.

He stood on a high place in the depression, using the terrain to carefully observe the scene of the battle between the two armies. Although the struggle on the left flank of the front line was fierce, it seemed to him that at least he could withstand it for now, and he had already issued an order to let his side The troops went to support, so there will be no problem for the time being.

Although the atmosphere is tense and the scene is intense,

But his duty is to help His Majesty win this battle, so

He now needs to find the enemy's weak point and use the cannon to open the door to victory.

Although there is a dense fog caused by smoke and dust everywhere, with the help of a telescope, he still found some gains in his observations—perhaps because it is the coalition forces. The cooperation between the Egyptian and Turkish armies is not smooth, and it is obvious that they can See that they are on their own.

In a valley to the lower right he found the junction of their lines.

So, while braving the artillery fire from all over the place, he loudly ordered the artillery team to turn their muzzles, so that the artillery fire would launch bombardments in turn towards the valley in that direction.

The moment the shell was fired, it produced a lot of smoke and dust, and also made a terrifying sound. This sound was like the scream of death, whizzing through the air, and bombarded the valley in the distance with a parabola.

"boom!"

The continuous loud noises hit the gathered enemy lineup. The weak human body could not fully absorb the kinetic energy of the shells, so the shells flew in the air with blood and stumps.

His artillery fire did not cause too many casualties, but it was enough to create a panic effect. The soldiers in the formation seemed to be terrified by the wailing of the wounded soldiers before they died, and they let out a strange roar, and then involuntarily went to the hospital. backed off.

Although the officers among them tried their best to stop them, this retreat was still unchecked. The forward phalanx could hardly maintain its formation. Everyone was turning around and running back. Some even stepped on the wounded on the ground, causing them They ended the pain early.

Michel Ney nodded with satisfaction. His bombardment was successful and the enemy's attack was contained, but this was not enough for him to feel satisfied.

Now that the morale of the enemy army has been worn down by the setback of the attack, and the formation has begun to loosen, it should take advantage of the situation to launch a decisive attack.

——According to His Majesty's words, it is to trample them underfoot.

He made a decision in his heart, and then called the orderly beside him, "Go and tell His Majesty, ask him to let our reserve team attack!"

The messenger led the way, and he continued to watch every inch of the battlefield with excitement and anxiety.

Although the battlefield situation is changing rapidly, the trend is often visible to the naked eye. He has already determined that his side has the upper hand, and the enemy's morale is already in disarray. Now is the time to harvest.

"Your Majesty...we are going to win." He took a deep breath, then looked up at the sky again, "Father, I did not disgrace you."

At this time, Egron, of course, was also watching the changes on the battlefield, and he also came to the same conclusion as Michel Ney.

In other words - any experienced person can see at this time that the enemy army in front of them has faint signs of being exhausted.

The time has come. he thought to himself.

At this time, the messenger sent by Michel also walked to Aigron's side and conveyed his request to His Majesty.

Aigron did not respond immediately, but turned to look at Major Hench, asking for his opinion.

"Well, Major? Is it time?"

It's time for you to show up!

Major Henchy called to himself inwardly, then nodded slightly.

Then, he raised his head and said to Aegron with firm eyes. "Your Highness, the time has come. Please allow me to lead your guards in the final charge. I will definitely be able to win the victory for you with them!"

"Very good." Eggron nodded happily. "Then leave it to you."

Although handing over the command of his guard to a newcomer may seem a bit ambitious, but Aigron has always believed in the principle of trusting others, and since he has decided to trust the other party, he must give the fullest trust—and , He also believes in the vision of his future father-in-law.

After talking to him, Aigron turned around, and then looked at his guards below the high platform—they had already gathered together at this time, waiting for orders.

At this moment, the dense phalanx is behind Aigron, always ready to use it as the last weight to win the victory.

Eggron made a gesture to them.

There was no cheering, nor any commotion, only a steadfast gaze responded to him—they were favored by His Majesty and absorbed into the most elite guards, and now it was time for them to show their performance and set an example for the entire army.

Major Hench finally raised his head and looked at the blue sky in front of him.

God, what the hell am I doing? A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

I have served Austria for nearly twenty years, and today I have to charge for a Napoleon... What the hell is going on here? Why did you grant me such a wonderful fate?

He couldn't think of an answer in a short time, but it didn't matter to him whether he had an answer or not.

Since fate brought him here, he must be dedicated to his duties and do what he should do well.

Your Highness, please wait peacefully, this is my promise, and I will do it naturally.

Then, he walked down the high platform along the steps, and then stood in front of the formation of guard soldiers.

His tall body and terrifying scarred face would have given people a terrifying feeling, but in the special environment at this moment, it made people feel subtly at ease.

Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly pulled out his sword, then took off the bicorne hat on his head, and then took it to wipe the sword in his hand, as if he was doing some ritual work .

Then, he swung it suddenly and pointed it forward.

Even if there is no order issued from the mouth, everyone understands the meaning of this sentence.

The phalanx immediately moved forward, and then marched forward in neat steps. Major Hench stood at the forefront of the formation, advancing towards the enemy's position with a fearless and indifferent expression.

Unlike the people present here, he was the one who had really faced a life-and-death situation and finally crawled back. At this time, the familiar feeling on the battlefield brought back his long-lost memories.

The scene we faced at that time was not only ten times a hundred times bigger than here?

Now it's just a trivial matter... A disdainful smile appeared on his scarred face.

Under his instruction and guidance, the phalanx of only one or two hundred people charged forward across the gully between the castle and the valley against the roaring artillery fire and bullets with a fearless aura.

Their footsteps were not fast, and Major Henchy himself was even calm and calm as if walking in a garden, but their bodies were exposed to the artillery fire after all.

Every time they walked a few steps forward in the valley, someone would be shot and fell down, screaming one after another, but this did not affect their footsteps at all. Every time there was a vacancy in the queue, the people behind would fill it up immediately.

In this way, the black tide rolled forward, and the neighboring troops behind them also launched a charge. Their goal was the place that had just been shelled—that is, the joint between the two allied forces.

The enemy army, who had just been defeated and still in shock, watched the army in black uniforms approaching them. Some of them raised their guns in fear, while some were already trembling with hands and feet, planning to run away.

Major Hench strode forward, staring helplessly at the enemy army on the opposite side, his face was full of ferocity, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

In his mind, he was constantly estimating the distance between the two armies.

He finally stopped when he could see the terrified faces of the opposing soldiers clearly.

Then, he raised the saber in his hand again.

Almost at the same time, the guard soldiers around him also stopped immediately, and then raised their guns to face the enemy army on the opposite side.

"Fire!" he yelled one of the few French words he could speak, and swung his sword hard.

"boom!"

The dense gunshots sounded almost at the same time, and then the bullets flew towards the opponent's already crumbling front at a speed that could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

Amidst the smog, several screams sounded from everywhere, but the relentless attacks continued.

Although he was in the middle of a hail of bullets, Major Henchy ignored it. His whole life seemed to be condensed into one goal at this moment.

He raised the saber in his hand again, signaled the soldiers to reload, and then gave the order in a tone of no emotion.

"Fire!"

The second round of salvos was much more scattered, but it was still violent enough to continue to harvest the lives of the people on the opposite side, and also destroyed their remaining will.

Under round after round of firepower, the morale of the enemy army on the opposite side finally collapsed.

Although they had an advantage in numbers, in this short and fierce battle, the opponent's tenacious resistance, ruthless shelling, and subsequent fierce attack destroyed their remaining will to fight.

The soldiers in the front lowered their guns one after another and ran back. Although several officers tried to shoot to organize, it was still difficult to stop this unstoppable rout.

The retreating soldiers hesitated at the beginning, but as the order gradually collapsed, their retreating speed became faster and faster until they turned into running—it seemed that they had used their remaining strength to bear this situation. The field of failure has come.

Major Hench watched helplessly as the enemy retreated in two directions, leaving only complete or mutilated corpses on the original line.

In an instant, he realized that the victory had come to him—no, that young Highness—in his hands.

Just a little bit to the last...

Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward, and then ordered his subordinates to continue to attack, destroying the enemy's line that had already opened a huge gap.

Perhaps it was infected by the retreating soldiers, and the enemy troops who were still fighting in other areas were also shaken. This attacking phalanx, like a sharp scalpel, was invincible everywhere it went, almost sweeping away the entire battlefield.

But at this time, the morale of the enemy army had been exhausted, and the two troops, which had already fought independently, were even more unwilling to continue to suffer casualties for the friendly army at this moment, so they all chose to retreat.

The retreat of various fronts eventually turned into a general retreat of the entire army. This army that was confidently launching an offensive two hours ago has now retreated like a flock of sheep that have lost their souls. Go, can no longer be called an army.

Aegron, standing on the height of the castle, looked happily at all this in front of him.

As he wished, he has won the battle.

He knew that this victory was won by everyone's blood, sweat and sacrifice, but there is no doubt that the ultimate glory will only fall on him, because he is the one who bears the expectations of all of them.

Yes, he took another big step towards his dream...

A kind of ecstasy that seemed to come from the depths of the soul made the young man couldn't help pointing at the pile of corpses on the battlefield, laughing almost maniacally.

wait for me! France!