After a short battle, the winner of this long-distance battle was finally decided.
After two hours of rapid march, Aigron let his army rest for a while, then launched an all-out charge and captured the fortress on the hill in one fell swoop. After the fortress fell, the commanding heights also fell into his hands.
Although the reinforcements stationed in the port saw that the situation was not good, they tried to retreat and return to the port to organize defense. However, under Aigron's order, the regrouped troops immediately pursued and rushed into the port unstoppably.
Judging from the current situation, it is only a matter of time before he wins the final victory.
Aigron stood on the hill, looking down at the small port in the distance, and stood blankly for a moment.
In addition to the dead who could be seen everywhere, as far as the eye could see, there were wounded soldiers lying on the ground. Some of them forced themselves to endure, while others could not bear the severe pain and let out the wails of the dying.
There is no doubt that most of these wounded soldiers may die.
He didn't want to pretend to be in pain hypocritically, but looking at the pale and twisted faces of these dying people, he couldn't be happy at all, so much so that the victory seemed to be fading.
Is it all worth it?
Deep down, he didn't know the answer - but he knew that he had made too many sacrifices and would do the same in the future.
If you haven't gotten used to it yet, get used to it as soon as possible. He said to himself in his heart.
He must talk to all those generals and get used to treating casualties as ordinary numbers, because if he laments and laments for each casualty, he doesn't have to do anything else.
As if to dilute his depression at the moment, Aigron found Edmond Dantès passing in front of him.
"Edmund." Aigron called him immediately.
Edmond Dantès slowly turned his head, then stopped, and then saluted him. "Your Majesty! I have fulfilled my oath."
In front of Aigron, his posture seemed humble and respectful, but if you observe carefully, you can feel the ferocious and violent killing aura from this man.
In just a few hours, he seemed to be a different person, exuding a completely different aura from the inside out.
Aigron clearly felt that the man in front of him seemed to be a ferocious beast that had escaped from its cage. He was full of murderous intent and seemed to be looking for the next victim and prey.
"Did you just kill someone?" Aigron asked.
After asking, he immediately realized that he had asked a redundant question - the blood stains on Edmond Dantes' body had already proved what he had just experienced.
"Yes, and there is more than one." Edmond Dantes admitted the fact frankly.
Then, he opened his blood-stained hands towards Aigron, "I stabbed a man's chest with my sword, and he fell wailing in front of me."
Aiglon looked at Edmond Dantès carefully and looked at his expression.
Although he was a lot more indifferent than usual, at least he wasn't crazy, but his mental state was already very wrong.
It seems that his experience of fighting on the front line today gave him a great mental impact.
This was not the result he wanted to see - he wanted to temper his Count of Monte Cristo with blood, but he did not want him to go crazy because of bloodlust.
"How do you feel?" he asked cautiously.
"I thought I would be very disgusted, but now I find it is much simpler than I thought." Edmond Dantès looked at the young man calmly, "I don't like taking other people's lives, but when I really
I won’t be afraid when I do this.”
Aiglon wanted to say a few more words, but he felt that he didn't know what to say.
"Have a good rest." In the end, he just stretched out his hand and patted the other party's shoulder gently, "I am very satisfied with your performance... Edmund, you deserve my trust in you. Work hard in the future.
Come on, I will make you prosperous."
"Your Majesty, thank you for your trust in me... However, I think it is not time to rest yet." Edmond Dantès said while pointing to the port in the distance, "The battle there is not over yet.
Please allow me to fight for you again."
"That's enough!" Aiglon interrupted him sharply. "I just said you can rest!"
Edmond Dantès was stunned. He looked at the young man in astonishment, wondering why he suddenly spoke so harshly.
However, he instinctively lowered his gaze, not daring to argue with the young man anymore, and quietly waited for his next scolding.
"Edmund, don't misunderstand me. I don't have any objections to you. On the contrary, I am thinking about you." Looking at his lowered eyebrows, Aigron's tone softened. "You are very brave, better than me."
I am very satisfied with what is required. However, what I need is a smart, calm, brave and iron-willed Count of Monte Cristo to serve me, but I don't want to see
To see a bloodthirsty devil, a fanatic who takes pleasure in taking lives, is very harmful to me and to yourself."
After a pause, he continued, "I hope that besides making great contributions to me, you can also enjoy a good life in the future like a normal person - because I promised to give you this kind of life.
.Now, wake me up quickly! Edmond Dantès."
After Aiglon called out his full name, as if he had recited some spell, Edmond Dantès suddenly got a jolt, and his numb nerves seemed to be rejuvenated.
He looked at his hands again.
Yes, enough blood has been stained, it's time to take a rest.
He slowly raised his head and looked around, and the world seemed to become alive again.
He thought again about the fighting he had just experienced. Although it was only a few dozen minutes ago, it seemed so vague and distant.
"Edmund, although we sometimes have to engage in killing, we must not take pleasure in killing. Because there are still many beautiful things waiting for us in this world." At this time, the young man spoke again.
This ordinary sentence, but when Edmond Dantès heard it at this moment, he almost shed tears.
This young man rescued him, pulled him out of the mud dungeon of Castle Eve, gave him the title of earl, and gave him trust and status. In addition, he also respected and cared about himself.
He even promised a better life in the future.
Objectively speaking, if there really is a savior in my life full of ups and downs, then He must be the image of this young man.
And although he is very young, he sometimes seems like a philosopher who is well versed in the world and can easily say something that makes him admire.
Maybe God has already destined some people to be born extraordinary.
"Your Majesty... thank you." He reluctantly controlled his thoughts, and then looked at Aiglon with gratitude, "The greatest luck in my life is to come under your command and serve you."
Although this kind of words sounded a bit disgusting, Aigron was quite happy - he believed that the other party meant it sincerely and was not a deliberate compliment.
"Okay, you have proved yourself enough today, let's stop here. Now I want to give you a new task..." Aigron laughed again, and then pointed to the corpses and injured scattered everywhere, "
You will lead people to clean up the battlefield later, bury the dead, treat the wounded, including those dead Turkish soldiers, gather them together and bury them."
Aigron felt that Edmond Dantès had been stunned by the killings today, and asking him to be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and burying the dead might cool down his manic blood as quickly as possible, so he arranged this task.
"Okay, Your Majesty." Edmond Dantès agreed without thinking.
After a moment, he hesitated again, "Your Majesty, we have captured some prisoners before, what do you think we should do with them?"
Aiglon was stunned for a moment.
Because there were too many issues to consider before, he did not consider this issue.
But now, since we are at war with the Turks, we have to face this problem head-on.
What should be done with the prisoners?
It was obviously impossible to put him back, but it didn't seem appropriate to keep him here - he only had so many people on hand now, and it was really not cost-effective to allocate more people to take care of the prisoners.
What's more, keeping prisoners with you is bound to be a destabilizing factor.
What should we do? Shoot them all or throw them into the sea?
Aigron immediately rejected this idea - he didn't really come here for the Greeks, and he himself had no enmity with the Turks. On the battlefield, everyone fought with swords, and it was reasonable to kill or be killed.
No matter what people will say, if prisoners are killed indiscriminately, it will definitely give him a brutal image, which does not meet his needs.
And if he does this and fights the Turks again in the future, they will definitely resist to the death, which will be very detrimental to him.
After thinking for a moment, Aigron made a decision - throw the pot away.
"Gather the prisoners together, then escort them back on the ship and hand them over to the Greeks." Aiglon ordered Edmond Dantès, "Respect them, be kind to them along the way, and don't insult them.
Or plunder their belongings."
"Those Greeks and Turks have a deep hatred. If the prisoners fall into their hands, I'm afraid..." Edmond Dantès thought of something, but did not continue.
"Maybe it is true, but so what? I can't control everyone." Aigron shrugged indifferently. He didn't care about the fate of these prisoners at all, as long as they didn't kill them himself. "
After we hand over the prisoners to them, we are not responsible for anything else. Even if the Greeks really kill them, as long as we don't get this dirty blood on our hands, it will be fine."
Edmond Dantes was silent.
Although he also knew that this was inappropriate, he really couldn't think of a better way.
After experiencing the fight just now, his heart has hardened a lot. Like Aigron, for him, as long as these prisoners were not killed by himself, his conscience can be fooled.
"Okay, I understand." He nodded.
"If we have prisoners in the future, we will do the same thing. We can't let the prisoners get in our way." Aigron added, "Of course, I will mention it to Panos and the others and ask them not to take all the prisoners."
Kill them all, and let them do hard labor at most... I will give them one million a month, and I believe they will listen to my opinion."
After Aigron added, Edmond Dantès had no objection.
"Okay, Your Majesty, I will carry out your will." He nodded sincerely.
At this moment, Aigron noticed someone walking towards him.
The two people looked up at the same time and found that the person coming was Edgar de Treville.
Because they were friends, the captain of the guard, Andre Davout, did not stop him and allowed Edgar to walk quickly until he reached the young man.
"Your Majesty, congratulations on your victory!" Edgar stopped two or three steps in front of Aigron, and then without stopping, he bowed and saluted the young man with exaggerated movements. "Your reputation will surely make you famous.
Shock the world!"
Aigron looked at Edgar calmly, with a disdainful sneer in his heart.
Compared to Edmond Dantès, who took the initiative and took the lead in the charge, Edgar was much "smarter".
Although he marched quickly with the large army, once he arrived here, he intentionally or unintentionally hid at the rear without exposing himself to the slightest risk of gunfire.
Egron had noticed this a long time ago, but he had never thought about letting Edgar charge into battle for him, so he didn't care.
I just didn't expect that just as the situation was settled, Edgar happily ran over to congratulate me.
In a sense, he has the sense of a jester...Aiglon complained in his heart.
But on the surface, he remained calm.
"God bless us, we have won this victory. But this is just the first step. There are still many challenges waiting for us, and it is not time to be happy yet." He replied calmly.
"Your humility is as awe-inspiring as your talent." Edgar immediately complimented the young man, and then took the initiative to ask, "Please allow me to use my insignificant talent to leave a commemorative painting for you.
Seeing your image at this moment, I simply can’t hold back my passion for creation.”
"Really? Very good, then I'm looking forward to your work, Edgar." Aigron smiled and nodded.
Just when Edgar was secretly happy, Aigron suddenly changed the subject, "But right now, I have other things for you to do."
"What's the matter?" Edgar secretly screamed, so he asked nervously.
"I just asked Edmond to collect the dead and rescue the wounded." Aigron said, while looking at Edmond Dantès, "He happens to be short of manpower, so you can join him.
.”
Edgar's mood suddenly hit rock bottom.
He originally seized the opportunity and fully thought that he could congratulate His Majesty at his happiest moment. However, he did not expect that it would be self-defeating and he would get such a task.
He turned his head and looked at the bleeding corpses lying on the ground in the distance, and suddenly felt like vomiting in his heart.
"What's wrong, Edgar?" Aigron asked in a low voice. "Aren't you happy? Then maybe I should arrange some tasks for you that are more like a warrior..."
"No, Your Majesty, I'm happy to!" Edgar shuddered and immediately answered loudly.