Eagle’s Glory

While Egron was irritated by the setbacks his army had encountered, his favorite Edmund Dantès was also worried about his lord.

The difference is that Aigron can also use the maid beside him to adjust his body and mind, while Edmond Dantès has nowhere to vent his enthusiasm, so he can only urge himself to devote himself to his work in a more urgent state.

Since the entire army's first assault on the Messolonghie Fortress ended in failure, he could clearly feel that the originally high morale in the army was slowly declining, and he could see it, thinking positively. The possibility of forcibly breaking through the fort's defense line is extremely slim.

What he sees can naturally be seen by others, so now, in the eyes of all senior officers who know, the hope of winning victory depends entirely on his next actions-of course, he himself thinks so.

In other words, the Count of Monte Cristo has now fulfilled the expectations of His Majesty and the entire army.

With a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, this is both an honor and a huge pressure. He had to devote everything to the next action, and he couldn't get a moment to breathe.

These days, he has been secretly searching among Aiglon's army and the reinforcements sent by Panos, looking for those who have stayed in Messolonghi and its surrounding areas, and wants to find some of these people who can A helper to help him with his tasks.

In the past few days, he has secretly visited hundreds of people, chatting with them and listening to them talk about their worries and tragic experiences.

He sometimes laughs at himself that he is worthy of being the adopted son of a priest, but now he has actually taken up the work of a priest.

Among these people, he selected some suitable candidates and planned to use them as reserve members and absorb them into his next action force.

Since Aigron had issued an order early on, requiring all the officers of the army to cooperate with the needs of the Count of Monte Cristo, his request was quickly fully cooperated, and suddenly there were 20 or 30 more people under his command. He is no longer the lonely family he was before.

However, although the team under him is expanding, Edmond Dantès is still not satisfied - because he feels that he has not found his favorite helper, a key figure who can solve his most difficult problems.

So, he continued to visit the army non-stop.

This afternoon, he had already talked to about ten people, and he was already exhausted, but he didn't care about rest, and continued to find people to come and talk to him.

soon,

The next soldier was brought before him again.

This is a man in his thirties, with a thick black beard—not so much for aesthetics, but rather as the result of carelessness. His gray-black hair is a little messy on his head, with He was stained with a lot of dust; although his figure was considered strong, there were some wrinkles on his forehead that did not belong to his age.

As for his eyes, they were pitch black and bottomless, and all they could read was despair. When they met his gaze, anyone would shudder unconsciously.

This is a weather-beaten hapless ghost.

This soldier was found among the reinforcements sent by Panos. Just looking at this face, Edmund Dantès was enough to conclude that this man had suffered too many catastrophes.

Just like myself.

Fortunately, I met the noble person I was destined to pull myself out of the bottomless mud, but where is the salvation of this poor man?

The soldier walked up to him and saluted him mechanically.

"What's your name?" Edmond Dantès asked while looking at the other party.

"Helos-Antonios." The soldier pronounced the name expressionlessly.

Edmond Dantès nodded, and then asked again, "Are you from Messolonghi?"

"Yes, my lord." The soldier nodded slightly.

Then, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Messolonghi in the distance, and let out a long sigh. "My home used to be there."

Although his tone was flat, Edmund Dantès felt a sense of sadness when he heard this sigh, but besides the sadness, there was a faint expectation in his heart suddenly.

"You lived here before? Did you take part in the battle to defend it?" he asked in a low voice.

The soldier nodded. "Yes, I fought in all its battles until its fall, until the day of disaster."

really! Edmond Dantès' heart skipped a beat.

He finally found it!

"That is to say, you were one of the survivors who escaped when the fortress fell? Then you ran to the Peloponnese and joined Panos and their army?" He resisted the excitement in his heart, and then asked calmly other side.

"You are right, my lord." The soldier nodded again.

"So, do you know the situation inside the fortress?" Edmund Dantès continued to ask, "I mean, the detailed situation."

"I don't know how detailed you want, but I can tell you that I know the location of all the buildings in the fortress, whether it is the church inside, or the barracks, or the warehouse, I know it all, because I have lived there for too many years It's..." Xilos-Antonios replied in a low voice.

Edmond Dantès nodded slightly.

"So, what about your family members? Have you ever lived here?" He continued to ask.

Although his tone was very peaceful, these words were like a heavy hammer, causing Helos Antonios' face, which was originally ashen, to twitch instantly due to grief and hatred.

"My brother was killed in battle, I don't even know where his bones are buried, and my mother and sister..." When he said this, Helos-Antonios suddenly covered his face, "I I don't know where they are, maybe they're dead, maybe they've been sold into slavery... Either way, I'll never see them again."

He covered his face, but Edmond Dantès could see his shoulders twitching, so he knew he must be sobbing.

Even if he didn't witness his experience with his own eyes, it was enough to feel the unspeakable grief from this body movement.

Although it was inappropriate to speak at this time, Edmond Dantès was now in charge, so he could only harden his heart and continue to ask.

"Do you hate the Turks?" he asked nonsense deliberately.

"I don't hate them, I just want to kill every Turk who appears in front of me, this has nothing to do with hatred, this is my vocation, my lord." Xilos-Antonios calmed down slowly, and then Answer in a creepy tone.

This tone made the hair stand on end when others heard it, but Edmond Dantès suddenly felt a resonance—he would have the same calmness when talking about his sworn enemies.

I want to kill you, not even out of hatred, but the only motivation for me to live from now on.

This feeling made Edmond Dantès even feel a kindness.

"Have you ever fished, near here?" He suddenly asked a strange question.

The soldier was confused by this question, but he quickly regained his composure. "My brother and I were fishermen when we weren't fighting, and that's what we did for a living."

Yes, this is the candidate I need! Almost at this moment, Edmond Dantès made a judgment.

"Are you familiar with the sandbar on the east coast of the fortress?" Unconsciously, his voice suddenly trembled. "I mean, sailing across the sea between the sandbars—"

"It's hard, I rarely try this way." The soldier shook his head immediately.

After a while, he suddenly noticed something again, and looked at Edmond Dantès in disbelief.

Edmund didn't want to keep it a secret from him, because he secretly felt that this person had the right to know his intentions now.

So, he directly raised his hand and pointed to the distant sea. "That's right, I was ordered by His Majesty to organize a group of people to assault Mesolonghi, and the route I can think of is the waters between those sandbars—and I need your help."

"It's too difficult, my lord." The soldier replied hesitantly, "The waterway is too narrow, and the current is turbulent, and there are many reefs in it. If you sail in it, you will easily run aground..."

"I found you because it was difficult!" Edmond Dantès interrupted him loudly, "Yes, it's not that I don't understand what you said—I was a very good sailor , Of course I know! But so what? No matter how difficult it is, we must do it!"

Then, he pointed to Messolonghi in the distance, "Yesterday we tried to launch a frontal attack on it, and you saw the result, we failed; and as a former defender, you must know that if we continue like yesterday Launch an attack, then we are not sure of winning at all, do you know the consequences of not winning?"

While asking, Edmond Dantès walked in front of him, then opened his eyes wide and looked at the other person aggressively, "The consequence is that we must retreat and give up this attack. For Your Majesty and me, although retreat Ugly face, but we can still live our lives, and with you... that's totally different, because you lost forever a chance to avenge your loved ones! You lost everything because of them, and when now, there is a The opportunity for revenge is in front of you, do you want to tell me that you will shrink back because of fear of some difficulties? Do you want to tell me that you are such a pathetic coward?!"

Edmond Dantès' loud questioning instantly ignited the fire of anger and hatred in Hilos Antonios' eyes.

"No! I'm not a coward!" He forgot the difference in status between the two of them, and responded loudly to the earl, "Since I escaped, every day and every second I think about revenge, revenge! I'm not afraid of death , and even look forward to dying with them! But... I can't give you false guarantees and entrap you and my comrades in arms!"

"Your Majesty's wish is the mission I am going to accomplish." Edmund Dantès' expression suddenly became solemn, "Now he is eagerly expecting me to share his worries, so no matter how great the difficulties are In front of me, I must do it!"

Then, he looked at Helos-Antonios again, "And you, the one who assists me in completing this plan-we will help you get revenge, as long as you do this! Tell me now, you can solve it Are these difficulties? There is only one chance in life, you touch your chest, and then answer me, can you?!"

Hilos-Antonios looked at the earl as if it was burning with flames, and slowly, he subconsciously covered his chest as the other party said.

The heart was beating violently, making a thumping sound, as if it was trying to answer for him.

There is nothing to hesitate, this is an obligation he must fulfill, whether it is for the motherland or for his family.

"I can!" he replied loudly.

Edmond Dantès nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing the other person's expression at this moment, he knew that he had ignited this desperate man.

We can look forward to what he can do next.

"Well, I will formally absorb you and join my temporary action team. You will be my deputy." He smiled, and then patted the other party's shoulder, "If we succeed, His Majesty will give You have rich rewards, whether it is money or medals, so please work hard for us."

He didn't expect that Helos Antonios suddenly shook his head stubbornly.

"No, I don't care about the rewards. I came here to kill the enemy, and I have already made preparations to die." He lowered his gaze, and then replied, "If I die in battle, please give me a reward in Messolonghi Weng set up a tombstone to let future generations know what I have sacrificed for the motherland...that is my only request."

Now it was Edmond Dantès' turn to be stunned.

Of course he could tell that the other party's words were completely serious.

A person who has made such a determination must be a warrior, because he has put his own life and death aside.

"Whether you live or die, you will get everything you want." After a moment, he hissed back.

At this time, Hilos Antonios just laughed it off.

The conversation between the two ended here. Edmund Dantès sent the other party back to the original unit, and then directly explained to the officer that the soldier was recruited—and the officer, of course, fully cooperated under Egron's strict order. his request.

At this moment, apart from being happy, Edmund also felt a little bit emotional.

His Majesty brought people like himself to join this battle. No matter what his original purpose was, at least in the eyes of the Greeks, he was indeed a hero.

He defeated the Turks again and again, and it was precisely to inject a boost to this decadent nation and restore their enthusiasm for freedom.

Therefore, people's hearts are on their side, as long as His Majesty calls, many people are willing to die generously for His Majesty.

But His Majesty will not belong to this land after all, he is destined to soar in a wider world, and on that day, how many sacrifices will he have to make?

He doesn't know the answer, but he doesn't mind being a part of it because it's his duty too.