Eagle’s Glory

As night fell, the battle around Messolonghi finally came to an end.

Throughout the day, the two armies were fighting bloody battles, especially Aigron, who was on the attacking side. Under his death order, the officers and soldiers showed chilling courage and desperately attacked without fear of casualties, especially in the A breakthrough area was formed, almost like charging wave after wave while stepping on the corpse of Pao Ze.

Under the impact of their fearless death, Messolonghi, which originally looked solid as a rock, couldn't help showing some flaws in the tremors.

After their bloody battle, they finally took down several bastions surrounding the front, and several sections of the city walls also fell into the control of the attackers.

Although the attack had to come to an abrupt end with the arrival of night, the frightened defenders believed that they would face the same impact the next day. The earth shook them.

It is precisely because they believe that the frontal impact will undoubtedly come tomorrow, so most of the exhausted defenders take the time to rest and wait for the battle to come again tomorrow.

Although the situation has become unfavorable, these defenders firmly believe that as long as they continue to hold on, the attacker will run out of strength sooner or later and will eventually have to retreat.

And whether it is Aigron or his senior officers, they also know that this kind of attack regardless of casualties is absolutely unsustainable, and the power in their hands cannot withstand such consumption.

The siege battle that has been delayed for many days has already drained everyone's patience and confidence. The sacrifice spirit and courage shown by the officers and soldiers today is the last remaining effort they have exerted under Egron's forced order. However, if it continues to procrastinate, the result can be imagined.

Fortunately, their hopes were not placed on a strong attack. Right now in the camp, Aigron and all the officers are silently watching Messolonghi, waiting for the final result.

At this time, Edmond Dantès was gathering all his subordinates on the beach east of Messolonghi.

He has been quietly paying attention to the battle situation during the day, and he can come to the same judgment as others that he is the one who shoulders the ultimate mission.

Such a heavy mission made him excited and disturbed, but he was the only one without fear.

He looked up to the west, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and Messolonghi in the distance had already disappeared, swallowed by the dark night, and even the beach where he stopped now was pitch black, leaving only The dim firelight in the camps in the distance was the only source of light.

With the help of the remaining light, he scanned his men again.

They were lining up neatly and looking at themselves at the same time. Although they were very few in number, they were still imposing because their eyes were full of terrifying sights.

They do have reason to be so excited. Spiritually, they shoulder heavy responsibilities, and they can take revenge on the invaders with the hatred of the country and the family; and materially, Aigron has done enough. He promised that as long as the action is successful, each person will be given 30,000 The franc reward, such a high reward, is enough to make any soldier work hard for it.

At this moment, including Edmund himself, they are all wearing Turkish military uniforms. The red jacket is somewhat conspicuous on the white sand, but the dark night is the best concealment, and they can sneak into the fortress under the eyes of the fortress defenders. , and do your best to wreak havoc within it.

The more damage they wreak, the weaker the defenders will be, meaning the better Eggron's chances of victory.

At this time, everything was silent, and the guns that seemed to never stop during the day had also entered dormancy.

There was hardly any sound to be heard, save for the gentle sloshing of the sea, lapping the sand and sandbars.

In the unbearable silence, Edmond Dantès quietly looked at the sea in the east, as motionless as a stone sculpture.

Although the sea and the sky have almost merged into one in the dark night,

But he could sense that those star-studded sandbars in the middle of the sea were silently waiting and resisting him.

He must now wait not only for the darkest hour of the sky, but also for the tide of the night.

When the evening tide comes to the top, the sea level will be higher than it is now, submerging part of those sandbars, and raising the waterline accordingly. In this case, the difficulty of sailing between the sandbars will be greatly reduced.

Hilos Antonios, his deputy, had lived in Mesolonghi before and made a living fishing, and this was also the valuable experience he had as a local.

However, relying on the rising tide only slightly reduced the difficulty of sailing. Hilos, who has been a fisherman for many years, is still not sure that he can complete the final task.

However, for Edmond Dantès, he has no other choice, not even a chance to try again, he can only succeed, and must succeed.

In the midst of this silent gaze, time passed by every minute and every second, so slow that it seemed a little uncomfortable. Edmund Dantès only felt that the flame in his heart was burning violently, and the flames formed by the evaporated blood The heat flow spread to his limbs and bones, making his whole body suffer from it.

Gradually, that moment is finally coming, and Edmond Dantès feels that perhaps a century has passed.

Originally standing like a stone statue, he finally looked at his subordinates again, and then spoke coldly.

"I reiterate the discipline again," he said word by word, "in the next operation, until we successfully sneak into it, only I and Helos are allowed to speak on the way, and the rest must remain silent throughout the whole process. This rule is without any As for the conditions, even if someone falls into the water or even the ship sinks, don’t say a word, if anyone dares to violate it, I will execute him on the spot.”

Although his tone was not intense, no one doubted how serious the Count of Monte Cristo was.

After teaching his subordinates a lesson, he led them across the beach to the sea, where there happened to be two wooden stakes, each of which was tied with a cable to a small flat-bottomed sailing boat.

These two flat-bottomed boats were recruited by him from the local area. They were originally used as small offshore transport ships. After the recruiting, he carried out careful refitting, cleaned up all unnecessary items in them, and opened up the compartments so that They have become props for simply transporting people.

And this is the biggest reliance for him to complete the task.

While estimating the time from the height of the tide, he waved his hands and let his men board the boat.

Because they had rehearsed countless times in advance, these people walked into the cabin very quickly in order.

After they boarded the ship, Edmund also walked on the ship, and his deputy Helos walked to another ship. He will also control a ship and complete this task with Edmund.

Edmund Dantès stood in front of the rudder, gently touching the handle of the rudder with his hand, and the sailor's instinct in him was gradually recovering.

He squinted his eyes slightly, emptying out all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and at the same time felt the ups and downs of every wave on the sea surface, and every touch of the sea breeze blowing on his body.

Only those who have been riding the wind and waves at sea all year round can get this subtle induction.

It's time, he said to himself, and his eyes widened.

"Action!" he yelled softly, as if it was just a trivial matter.

At the same time he gave the order, the cables of the two ships were cut off at the same time, and the sailboats were also gently floated into the sea under the sea breeze.

The sails on the ship had already been painted with black oil as a cover. At this time, because of the night, they could not be seen clearly from the outside, and there were no lights on the ship for illumination.

Right now, the only things that can help Edmund Dantès are the extremely sparse starlight and the experience he has accumulated as a sailor for many years.

He used to be a merchant sailor in the Mediterranean Sea. He was highly regarded by the captain at a young age, and everyone believed that he would become an excellent captain in the future. Breathing is generally natural.

Although he has suffered in the dungeon for more than ten years and suffered tragic disasters in his life, everything he was familiar with once again came back to his mind through memory.

Under his control, the flat-bottomed boat was drifting on the sea surface, constantly changing directions with the help of the sea wind, and slowly approaching the direction of Messolonghi.

In the darkness, the boat began to approach the sandbars and pass through the gaps between the sandbars.

Although the sea surface is as calm as ever, under the sea surface, the turbulence is slow and fast, and because of the blockage of the sandbar, the direction of the water flow is very chaotic, and it will yaw if you don't pay attention. Even if it is a flat-bottomed boat, if it hits these reefs, I am afraid it will no longer be able to sail.

It was indeed a difficult voyage. Edmond Dantès had to use all his body and mind to steer the ship desperately. He breathed heavily, felt every wave of the sea surface, and carefully manipulated the rudder as if Like a samurai fighting a heavily armed opponent.

When he has spare time, he will also pay some attention to observe the boat driven by his second-in-command.

It was the darkest time of day, and the visibility was very low. Even though the two ships were very close together, Edmond Dantès could only see a vague shadow. Fortunately, this shadow followed his ship all the time. Aft, apparently his second in command managed to steer the ship as well.

Helos Antonios really did not live up to his expectations... It would be great if he could always be by his side and serve His Majesty together. Edmund Dantès couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

However, he didn't have time or space for boring emotions, and soon he focused all his attention on manipulating the sailboat.

As he ordered, all the soldiers on the two ships did not talk to each other, did not even make any noise, and let the small boats lead them to unknown places, while the sea wind and waves were constantly clamoring, providing them with Best cover.

In the sea breeze, the boats passed through the narrow waterways between the sandbars. If someone could see them clearly through the night at this time, they would be amazed at the confusing movements of these boats, as if they were being manipulated by a drunk.

But, despite the continual detours of their course, and even occasional turns in place, the two ships, with unstoppable determination, slowly approached Mesolonghion, near their ultimate goal.

Time is not infinite to them, because in the second half of the night, the moon will begin to appear in the night sky, and at that time, with the greatly increased visibility, the sentinels in the fortress should be able to clearly see the two ships approaching them. Sailing away.

Edmond Dantès was very anxious, but the more anxious he was, the more steady his hands became. He manipulated the rudder with both hands, which was both heavy and light, as if he had inexhaustible power.

He was fighting with the sea wind, waves and fate. Every time the boat was about to lose control, he used his hands to force it back from the hands of fate, overcame the undercurrent, and passed by the reef. No matter how far away, there are only the nearest obstacles in my eyes.

With such strong hands and such a strong will, fate finally began to succumb to him, and he loosened the noose that choked fate.

At an unknown moment, Edmund suddenly felt that the water flow under his feet suddenly became calm and orderly. The violent sea beast seemed to have given up on him and his subordinates helplessly.

He found that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

But the ecstasy in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Although it was still pitch black in front of him, Edmund Dantès stopped his hands suddenly, tears streaming down his eyes silently.

At this moment, he has surpassed himself.

"Your Majesty... I succeeded..." He had no way to shout out cheers, so he could only silently reward him for his victory in his heart.

At this time, other people also felt that the ship had begun to stabilize. Although no one cheered, Edmond Dantès clearly heard the carnival that existed in the dark.

Don't get too complacent, it's still early... It's just the beginning... He quickly reminded himself in his heart, forcibly extinguishing the uncontrollable ecstasy.

He knew that there was a breakwater between the city wall of Messolonghi and the sea, but with the help of his deputy and other locals, he had already drawn a topographic map around the fortress and carried out a Countless drawings or practical drills, so he is not in a hurry.

The most difficult part of the road has been conquered by them, and the remaining obstacles are just desserts after the meal.

Soon, the two small boats slowly bypassed the breakwater along the planned route and entered the edge of Messolonghi.

Although everything was still shrouded in black shadows due to the darkness, but as the distance approached, he clearly felt the outline of the fortress wall.

He took a deep breath, mustering up the last remaining energy, and steered the boat forward. In the end, they all slowly approached the seashore, on the beach under the city wall.

The feeling of being close to the land again made Edmond Dantès faint for a while.

He raised his head and looked at the sea and sky in the distance. At this moment, there seemed to be some shadows moving there.

Yes... the moon is coming.