Of course, Edmond Dantès couldn't hear what Aigron 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 rays pierce the dark night sky before dawn, announcing the arrival of light in the world.
A group of soldiers in black uniforms walked eastward along the rugged path between the hills. The sunlight passed through the valleys in the mountains and fell on them, as if they were coated with a halo of blessing.
Edmond Dantès, dressed in casual clothes, mingled among this group of people, but did not look out of place, because his face was full of a bloodthirsty expression eager to fight, and his eyes were as murderous as the others.
But unlike others, he not only has to fight the enemy, but also fights 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 is eager to take revenge on his enemies and fate.
He raised his head and looked at the golden light in the slightly white clouds in the east.
That was fate provoking himself, as if mocking the courage of this little sailor.
So... go ahead! Conquer it, ravage it! Trample it under your feet!
In this way, this army bathed in the morning light quickly marched towards Nafpaktos from the place where they rested last night. After their rapid march, they almost completed the more than ten kilometers journey.
When it was just getting bright, Aigron, who was walking at the forefront of the army, looked up and saw the outline of the fortress on the hill.
Finally arrived...Aigron breathed a sigh of relief.
He brought his army over and was not blocked along the way. Obviously the Turks have not detected his actions so far. He achieved surprise through his quick actions.
However, now, the night has passed, and he can no longer hide himself in the night.
Aigron stopped and stretched out his hand.
"Stop advancing!" Andre Davout, his guard captain, understood immediately and shouted loudly to the people next to him.
Like a stone thrown into a pond, his voice was immediately copied again and again, echoing in other places in the queue, and finally reached the end of the queue. The troops also temporarily stopped marching and stopped in place.
Although he didn't sleep all night last night and got up at dawn today and started marching with his army, Aigron didn't feel tired at all.
On the contrary, his blood was flowing faster, making his whole body so excited that he could not control himself.
He knew that the real test was coming.
In the dead silence, Aigron picked up the telescope and looked carefully at the fortress opposite.
This fortress is not big, and can only station a few hundred troops at most. The city wall is also quite low. It is gray-black due to its age, and it looks particularly eye-catching among the green grass of the hills.
Now, the defenders of the fortress have obviously discovered the army marching from the valley, and are busy taking warning, and the originally opened gate is slowly closing.
Yes, they finally found out...
Aigron 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 capture the fort, you can be condescending, 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 capture it as soon as possible, he could only attack with force and capture the fortress as quickly as possible with the flesh and blood of his soldiers. But the good news is that his troops were much more powerful than the defenders of the fortress.
Aigron put down the telescope and stared straight ahead.
This is his first battle and the first test to test his ability.
No matter what happens, he must play his role well and never allow 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.
Following the orders, the phalanx of various troops began to move slowly, preparing to launch a charge, and Edmond Dantès also followed the vanguard to the front of the queue.
According to Aiglon's permission, Edmond Dantès was able to launch the charge with the first batch of troops.
Although he was wearing civilian clothes, he held a rifle in his hand, a pistol and a sword in his chest. He was fully armed, just waiting to join 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 yet, Michel Ney specifically issued an order. Officers must stand at the forefront and lead their 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.
Edmond Dantès held the rifle in his hand tightly and breathed deeply. Only the fortress in the distance remained in his sight, and time seemed to have frozen for him.
At this moment, the defenders of the fortress suddenly opened fire on them.
"boom!"
Because the distance was still far, the shells did not cause many casualties, but only stirred up some dust, adding a layer of gray-yellow fog between them and the fortress.
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 a burst of drums and bugles.
Before he could react, he heard several piercing screams.
"Go!"
His brain had barely understood the meaning of these words before his body roared involuntarily, took steps, and rushed towards the fortress in the distance.
At this moment, almost everyone around him made the same roar and launched a charge together.
In an instant, the roars gathered together, completely suppressing the sparse sound of artillery fire, and then the black flood rushed towards the fortress unstoppably.
Edmond Dantès's consciousness was completely dominated by the desire to kill. His eyes were red with bloodshot eyes, and he rushed towards the fortress almost regardless of life and death. Amidst the sound of artillery fire, his body was covered with blood.
There were dust and blood stains, and from time to time, people screamed and fell down 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 fortress with almost reckless bravery regardless of life and death.
Bullets intertwined from the shooting holes all over the parapet, constantly harvesting the attacker's orders. However, the soldiers, whose minds were dominated by murderous thoughts, forced the attack in the pool of blood. They relied on simple wooden ladders to cross
He climbed the low parapet and then engaged in a bayonet fight with the defenders on the parapet.
Edmund, who was following at the front, had already arrived at the parapet. The group of people who had just charged with him had fallen one after another on the way to the charge. He himself didn't know why he was almost unscathed.
Perhaps, fate does not allow him to fall here.
The soldiers at the forefront were engaging in bayonet combat with the defenders. He looked at a Turkish officer with a feather on 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. At this time, the Turkish officer and several people rushed towards him with an unpleasant roar.
He turned his head and looked to the side, then shouted to one of his own officers.
"with me……"
Before he could speak, he stopped talking because he clearly discovered that a bullet had penetrated the other person's head, and he immediately fell to the ground.
Gray-white brain matter and bright red blood were mixed together and splashed on his body. An unpleasant fishy smell hit 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 die 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 dodged his shot just now.
Because of the close distance, this time the officer was no longer lucky enough to dodge the bullet. In an instant, he let out a scream, then lay on his back and fell to the ground, clutching his chest.
The death of the officer made several soldiers around him hesitate. They looked around to escape, but Edmond Dantès had no intention of letting them go. Amidst the roars, he and a group of his own soldiers rushed towards the opposite side.
passed.
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.
A huge wound appeared on the soldier's chest and abdomen. After he pulled out his sword, the soldier's blood suddenly burst out, and then he lay down directly on the ground. He kept mumbling words in his mouth, and his body twitched slightly.
Almost losing 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 person was saying before he died, but it didn't matter, because everything the other person said was meaningless... because the poor guy was already dead, and he was killed by his own hands.
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, I will look at each other and sleep in this fortress forever.
But... no.
Your destiny cannot end here... there is still a hearty revenge waiting for you.
The blood in his hands was like fuel, igniting his chest and his 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 breaking through 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, and from time to time,
There were screams, but Edmond Dantès turned a deaf ear to them. Now, like his master, he had only one goal, and that was victory. As for the price he had to pay, he never cared.
At the starting position outside the fortress, Aiglon 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 with his own eyes.
Although he always pretends to be calm on the surface, how can this fledgling boy be confident about everything? He is 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? This is what you're causing.
Every talk on paper is not as real and impactful as facing death head-on.
However, even so, the young man did not hesitate or hesitate for a moment.
He knows that now that he has reached this point, he must persist 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, who was 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 live, 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, the remaining troops continue to charge! We are about to capture it!"