Aiglon gave the order, immediately reined in the horse's head, and headed northeast.
And as he gave the order, the officers also issued orders one after another, and all the phalanxes turned at the same time, followed him, and moved forward together.
This small army, marching under the constraints of discipline, still looked impressive, like a black ant colony rolling forward.
It is already early autumn, the climate is cool and pleasant, and the road surface is smooth and solid. Walking along the winding path by the sea, you can see the green hills not far away, and you can see the flat sea surface. It is almost a trip.
Pleasant outing.
However, everyone knows that this is just the last calm before the storm. Soon, they will face the tempering of blood and fire.
At the end of this team is the baggage convoy, and the horse-drawn carriages transporting supplies are gathered together to provide this team with the motivation to continue marching and continue fighting.
Edgar de Treville was riding in one of the carriages at this time.
He was sitting by the car window, looking at the scenery outside the window. He had an open sketchbook on his lap and a pencil in his hand, trying to describe the scene here.
However, it was obvious that he was not very interested, and he was drawing absentmindedly on the notebook, his eyes flashing constantly.
He is really worried now.
First of all, he was worried about himself - in his heart, he had never been interested in family honor or the great cause of imperial restoration. What he cared about most was how he could enjoy himself. However, due to a trick of fate, he was forcibly assigned to this place by his father.
This distant place serves his master.
It would have been fine if he was just a courtier. He was already good at pleasing others, but now he had to go out with His Majesty to march and risk a hail of bullets. It really made him uncomfortable.
What's even more uncomfortable is that he doesn't have any missions or actual titles now - he can see that His Majesty doesn't trust his abilities very much, and he just puts him as a member of the Treville family because he is a member of the Treville family.
Just use it as a sign.
Originally, he didn't care whether he was reused or not. He was even happy to be ignored. Anyway, he didn't want to take risks, as long as His Majesty gave him nominal respect and did not lose the face of the Treville family.
However, he knew that his father would never accept this result - if he came here specially but got nothing, did not achieve any merit, and just went on a trip with His Majesty, how could his father explain it to him?
When he thought of this, he felt a little worried, and the carriage bumping up and down on the bumpy road made him feel even more uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but glance at Agnes sitting opposite.
Compared with his worries about gains and losses, Agnes seemed to be leisurely and contented.
At this time, in compliance with the agreement with Edgar, she did not wear her usual skirt, but a simple black uniform, and her golden brown hair was stuffed into a hat. Even her usual clothes
The small parasol she carried with her was carefully stored in the suitcase in the carriage.
However, although the clothes were changed into men's clothes and the girl's graceful beauty was hidden, her original heroic spirit was not diminished at all, but instead became more dazzling.
This kind of proud, fierce and courageous temperament is not what Edgar likes. In his opinion, even though Agnes is beautiful, she cannot reflect the loveliness and tenderness that a French woman should have, but at this moment, her demeanor is...
It gave him the much-needed confidence.
Agnes, my life and the future of our family depend on you... I hope you don't blame me.
"You seem to be uneasy all the time." Just when he was thinking wildly, Agnes suddenly said, "It's not easy to draw like this."
Someone suddenly interrupted his thoughts, especially when he was still thinking about Agnes, so Edgar was a little embarrassed and glanced at her guiltily before answering calmly. "I was thinking about my family in Paris. I don't know where Alice and her children are now."
how's it going."
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Agnes' tone became much softer when she mentioned her sister, "My sister is such a good person, God will never have the heart to torture her... We just need to take care of ourselves.
That's it, I think she is worried about us at the moment."
"Well, we can't say for sure. After all, we have to face the battlefield next." Edgar sighed, "But I guess nothing will happen to me. After all, His Majesty doesn't seem to intend to let anyone go."
I'm going to charge into battle, and as long as I stay by his side, at least my safety is guaranteed."
After finishing speaking, he looked at his sister-in-law with some curiosity, "Agnes, you don't seem to be afraid at all?"
"I have nothing to be afraid of, sir." Agnes smiled and waved her fingers gently, "Although I have never been on the battlefield, I have also faced life and death. I have fought against powerful enemies and experienced that kind of continuous connection.
The fear that chills the bones, as long as you experience that feeling, there is nothing to be afraid of——"
Edgar also knew that his sister-in-law had experienced many swordsmanship competitions, and her mentality must be much more stable than his own. To be honest, he was a little afraid of her in his heart.
"It seems that you are enjoying all this." He could only reply with a forced smile.
"The task my sister gave me was just to protect your safety. She didn't say that she wanted me to fight for your Majesty, so why can't I enjoy this journey as a bystander?" Agnes asked with a smile,
"It is true that the conditions here are difficult and crude, and there is no way to compare with Paris, but at least we are experiencing a legend. Witnessing all this is much more interesting than staying in Paris and living those days every day, isn't it?"
Edgar was speechless for a moment.
You really are a good match for him, he thought to himself.
In silence, the carriage continued to move forward, and after a while, he spoke again.
"What do you think of your Majesty, Agnes?" he whispered.
"How about what?" Agnes frowned slightly, as if she didn't quite understand Edgar's question.
"I mean, what kind of person do you think he is?" Edgar explained.
"Well..." Agnes still frowned, seeming a little embarrassed, but after hesitating for a moment, she truthfully expressed her opinion, "I have to admit that he is the leader of our generation, although there are
Sometimes he is overly arrogant and appears to be arrogant, and sometimes he is boastful, but I have never seen a more powerful peer than him. From this point of view, his ability to gain so many people's services is not just because of his last name...
…”
Agnes's compliment was reserved, but Edgar felt refreshed after hearing it.
He knew Agnes's character. This proud girl was willing to praise a peer like this, which was already a very high praise.
In other words, she may not realize it, but she is already a little impressed by His Majesty.
This subtle psychology is far from admiration, but Edgar is a master of romantic love affairs among those in Paris society. He is not good at other things, but he can call himself an expert in this aspect.
As long as there is a seed, as long as there is a flame, it will be easy!
"He has the right to be proud." Edgar was not impatient, but nodded calmly.
Then, he sighed again, "Alas! What a pity that such a good person is Your Majesty!"
"Huh? What are you regretting?" Agnes was puzzled by his reaction. "Isn't it a good thing that your master is so powerful?"
"It is indeed good, but since you are the master, it is too high to reach." Edgar shook his head dejectedly, "Since marrying me, Alice's only concern is you - she has wanted to do it several times.
I am looking for a future husband for you, but I always lament that no one around me is worthy of you. Alas, I think so too. I myself despise those swingers in Paris, how could they be worthy of you? I only have that kind of surprise.
A young man with extraordinary talents deserves to be ranked alongside Agnes..."
"What are you talking about...?!" Agnes seemed to understand something.
Her face suddenly lost its expression, she was embarrassed and confused, "How could you say such a thing?"
"Did I say something wrong? As a sister and brother-in-law, is there anything wrong with caring about my sister's fate? Agnes, your sister has been worrying about you, you should thank her." Edgar was innocent.
He asked rhetorically, and at the same time deliberately used Alice as his shield, "Alas... Alice also sighed to me in private. If His Majesty is not His Majesty, he is a very, very ideal person. Both his literary talent and swordsmanship are enough to make people...
Admired, she doesn't have to worry."
"Why are you saying such meaningless words now! Are you making fun of me?!" Agnes was furious and couldn't help interrupting her brother-in-law, "He is your Majesty, what else can you assume? Could it be that you can steal it?
Isn’t his title good? Also, I...I haven’t thought about where I want to end up, and I don’t need you to worry about it. You can just live your own life! Besides, Her Royal Highness Princess Theresa is by his side. I think
They are a perfect match..."
Agnes was speaking from her heart. Ever since she met Teresa, although she had very little contact with the princess, every time they met, the princess treated her with utmost courtesy, humility and kindness, and never made her feel the slightest bit.
Not happy, so she had a pretty good impression of Teresa.
Agnes's words made sense, but Edgar heard something else.
Hehe, is it just to worry about Princess Theresa?
That's just a trivial obstacle.
Edgar sneered inwardly.
He and his father secretly planned, and had long ago made up their mind to use Agnes to consolidate their position in His Majesty's heart. Even if there were no flaws, he would not give up, let alone take advantage of the opportunity.
He played so many tricks to trick Agnes into coming to His Majesty's side, and there was no Princess Teresa to stand in the way. It was a God-given opportunity, and of course it couldn't be missed.
While the two men were talking, the marching team stopped and began to camp on the spot.
The sky has become dark, and officers and soldiers have begun to set up tents and light bonfires on the flat land between the hills. There are also people patrolling and sentrying everywhere. Today's march ends here.
Edgar put away the sketchbook in his hand, and then looked at Agnes again.
"I'm going to see Your Majesty. Do you want to come with me?" he asked leisurely.
"No!" Agnes replied with her head held high, looking angry. "If you want to flatter me, go ahead. This is not my task! And don't mention these words to me again, Ellie.
It’s all nonsense!”
"Okay, then you can have a good rest, I'll go over first." Edgar stood up, then gracefully bowed to the girl, "See you later, Miss Agnes..."
He wasn't in a hurry at all, and even regained the feeling of being at ease.
Compared with dealing with the usually arrogant and determined Agnes, he has more experience in dealing with such a temperamental young lady.
He got off the carriage, then asked an officer about Aigron's location, and then walked straight over there.
At the door of Aiglon's tent, he met Andre Davout. The guard captain was patrolling the tent vigilantly at the moment, watching the surrounding environment with a hawk-like gaze.
"Good evening, Andre." He greeted Andre.
"Good evening, Edgar." Andre recognized him immediately, "Are you here to see His Majesty?"
"Yes, I want to see him." Edgar said, flashing the sketchbook in his hand. "Following his instructions, I drew the route and terrain along the way."
"Great, please wait!" Andre immediately walked into Aiglon's tent and informed him.
Soon he came back and said, "Your Majesty, please come over."
"Thank you, Andre." Edgar nodded, he was in a very good mood.
So, Edgar walked to Aigron's tent.
Aiglon's tent is larger than the others, but the furnishings inside are also very simple - in the center is a table with some paperwork and uneaten dried salted fish on it. Hanging on the bracket
There was a lamp on, some personal belongings placed there, and next to it was a simple camp bed.
"Good evening, Edgar." Aigron nodded to Edgar, "Are you still getting used to it along the way?"
"When I think about marching with you, I am filled with passion, Your Majesty." Edgar immediately replied, "My blood is boiling all the way, and I can't wait to give everything for you now!"
"Very good, I just like this energy." Although Aigron didn't believe Edgar's words, he was of course very happy with the compliment. "Don't worry, I don't need you to give everything, Edgar. You just need to
Just follow my instructions and do your part."
"I've already done it now." Edgar replied as he handed the sketchbook he drew today to Aiglon.
Aigron flipped through it roughly and then nodded. "Okay, it seems that you have completed your job today. You did a good job, Edgar."
He planned to keep these drawings for his files. After all, when marching and fighting, control of the terrain was the most important. Aigron hoped to record the local terrain and road conditions as soon as possible wherever he went - and this also played a role in Egron's ability.
Degas's expertise can be regarded as being put to good use.
"It is my bounden duty to complete the task you assigned me, and it is not worthy of praise." Edgar shook his head and looked at the young man respectfully.
After saying these clichés, he didn't leave, which made Aigron a little strange.
"Anything else, Edgar?"
"Your Majesty... you are out on an expedition this time. You must be lonely without Her Majesty the Princess by your side, right?" Edgar asked in a low voice, "If you don't mind it, while I am collecting stories along the way, I can help you in the local area.
Looking for beautiful women to relieve your fatigue when you have time..."
Aigron's eyes suddenly widened.
He really didn't expect that Edgar would actually make such a proposal to her on the first day of their trip.
Does this guy think of himself as some kind of hungry ghost?
Okay... Although I am indeed bad at this aspect, I really am not so incapable of self-control.
There are so many important things to do, how can you take care of such a thing?
"Why did you suddenly think of saying this?" Although Aigron did not lose his temper directly, he frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy, "Now we are marching and fighting, I have no time to pay attention to this!"
"As far as I know, when the late emperor was on an expedition to Egypt, he was not busy chewing sand, but he found a beautiful woman there..."
Aigron was speechless.
Because he knew Napoleon had actually done this.
At that time, Napoleon was away leading the army and was lonely. He also heard that his wife Josephine was cheating on her at home, so he was furious and found a mistress in Egypt. On the one hand, he met his physical needs and on the other hand, he also wanted to take revenge on his wife.
This mistress was Pauline Fures, the 20-year-old wife of Lieutenant Jean-Noel Fures of the 22nd Chasseur Regiment. She accompanied her husband on the expedition, but unexpectedly she was taken by Napoleon into his headquarters.
bed.
However, at that time, Napoleon had more than 30,000 people, and they were elite French troops, while he had only one-tenth of them, and they were a patchwork army! Can the situation on both sides be the same?
"Even if I need to use his trademark, then I don't have to repeat everything, right?" Aigron laughed angrily, and then asked the other party. "Do you think I need to find a Greek woman to be worthy of this match?
Expedition? Edgar, I have enough urgent matters now, so don’t make things worse for me and just do your job with peace of mind!"
Edgar's expression suddenly turned pale, and he seemed to be frightened by Aiglon's harsh reprimand.
"Your Majesty... I'm sorry, this is just a suggestion. If you think it's wrong, don't take it to heart." He quickly bowed and apologized to Aiglon, "Okay, I will pay attention to my words and deeds in the future. Please forgive me.
!”
Being experienced at this, he was not in a hurry, he just wanted to leave a vague impression in the minds of His Majesty and Agnes.
He knows that there is still a long time left in this industry.
"Your Majesty, I'll take my leave first." He said goodbye to the young man politely, and then walked out of the tent.