As night fell, the war surrounding Mesolonghion finally came to an end.
Throughout the day, the two armies were fighting bloody battles, especially Aiglon, who was on the offensive side. Under his death order, the officers and soldiers showed frightening courage and attacked desperately without fear of casualties, especially on the offensive side.
A breakthrough section was formed, and the corpses almost stepped on the robes and charged wave after wave.
Under their fearless onslaught, Mesolongion, which originally seemed to be rock solid, could not help but show some flaws in its tremors.
After a bloody battle, they finally captured several bastions surrounding the frontier, and several sections of the city wall fell into the control of the attackers.
Although the arrival of night forced the attack to come to an abrupt end, the frightened defenders believed that they would face the same impact the next day. The decisive spirit of the attackers today was extremely psychologically damaging.
The earth shook them.
Precisely because they believed that the frontal impact would undoubtedly come tomorrow, most of the exhausted defenders took the time to rest and wait for the war to come again tomorrow.
Although the situation has become unfavorable, these defenders firmly believe that as long as they continue to hold on, the attacking side will exhaust its strength sooner or later and will eventually have to retreat.
Both Aigron and his senior officers knew that this kind of attack regardless of casualties was absolutely unsustainable, and the power in their hands could not withstand such consumption.
The siege that has not made progress for many days has already worn away everyone's patience and confidence. The spirit of sacrifice and courage shown by the officers and soldiers today is the last remaining strength they used under Aigron's forced order to fight again in one go.
And if it continues to decline and become exhausted, the consequences can be imagined.
Fortunately, their hopes were not placed on a strong attack. At the moment, in the camp, Aigron and all the officers were watching Mesolongion silently, waiting for the final result.
At this time, Edmond Dantès was gathering all his men on the beach east of Mesolonghion.
He had been quietly paying attention to the battle situation during the day, and he was able to reach the same conclusion as others that he was the one who shouldered the ultimate mission.
Such a heavy mission made him excited and uneasy, but he was not afraid.
He raised his head and looked to the west. The night was getting deeper and deeper. Mesolonghion in the distance had long since disappeared and was swallowed up by the dark night. Even the beach where he was now stationed was already dark, leaving only
He used the dim firelight in the distant camps as the only source of light.
With the help of these remaining lights, he glanced at his men again.
They were lining up neatly and looking at themselves at the same time. Although their number was very small, their eyes were full of terrifying sights, so they were still imposing.
They do have reason to be so inspired. Spiritually, they shoulder a heavy responsibility and can retaliate against the invaders. Materially, Aigron has done enough. He promised that as long as the action is successful, each person will give 30,000 yuan.
The franc reward, such a high reward, is enough to make any soldier fight for it.
At this moment, including Edmund himself, they were all wearing Turkish military uniforms. The red tops were a little conspicuous on the white sand, but night was the best concealment. They were able to sneak into the fortress under the eyes of the fortress defenders.
, try your best to destroy in it.
The more damage they cause, the weaker the defenders will be, which means the higher the chances of Aigron's victory.
At this time, everything was completely silent, and the guns and guns that seemed to never stop during the day had also entered dormancy.
Apart from the gentle swaying of the water and the gentle sound of the beach and sandbars, there was almost no sound.
In the oppressive silence, Edmond Dantès looked at the sea in the east, as still as a stone sculpture.
Although the sea and the sky had almost merged into one in the dark night, he could sense that the star-studded sandbanks in the sea were silently waiting and resisting him.
He must now wait not only for the darkest moment of the sky, but also for the night tide.
When the late tide reaches the top, the sea level will be higher than it is now, submerging part of the sandbars and raising the waterline. In this case, the difficulty of sailing between the sandbars will be greatly reduced.
Hilos Antonios, his deputy, had lived in Mesolonghion before and made a living by fishing, which was also valuable experience he had as a local.
However, the rising tide only slightly reduced the difficulty of sailing. Xilos, who has been a fisherman for many years, is still not sure that he can complete the final mission.
However, for Edmond Dantes, he had no other choice, not even the chance to try again. He could only succeed, and he must succeed.
In this silent gaze, time passed by minute by second, so slowly that it seemed a little uncomfortable. Edmond Dantès only felt that the fire in his heart was burning fiercely, and the evaporated blood formed The heat spread to his limbs and bones, causing his whole body to suffer.
Gradually, the moment finally came, and Edmond Dantes felt that perhaps a century had passed.
He, who originally stood like a stone statue, finally looked at his subordinates again, and then spoke coldly.
"I reiterate the discipline once again," he said one word at a time. "In the following operations, until we successfully infiltrate, only Hilos and I are allowed to talk during the process, and the rest must remain silent throughout the process. This rule is without any Even if someone falls into the water or even the ship sinks, I will not 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 along the beach to the sea, where there happened to be two wooden piles, and a small flat-bottomed sailboat was tied to each wooden pile with a cable.
These two flat-bottomed boats were recruited from the local area and were originally used as small offshore transport ships. After the recruitment, he carried out careful modifications, cleaned up all unnecessary items, and opened up the separated cabins to allow They became mere props for transporting people.
And this is his biggest reliance on completing his mission.
While estimating the time from the height of the tide, he waved his hand and asked his men to 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 to the ship, while his deputy, Xiros, walked to another ship. He would also control a ship and complete this task with Edmund.
Edmond Dantès stood in front of the rudder and gently touched the handle of the rudder with his hand. The sailor's instinct in his body was gradually recovering.
He squinted his eyes slightly and emptied his mind of all distracting thoughts. At the same time, he felt every wave on the sea and every touch of the sea breeze blowing on his body.
Only people who ride the wind and waves at sea all year round can get this subtle feeling.
It's about time, he said to himself, then opened his eyes wide.
"Action!" He shouted softly, as if it was just a trivial matter.
At the same time as he gave the order, the cables of the two ships were cut at the same time, and the sailboats also quietly floated into the sea under the influence of the sea breeze.
The sails on the ship had already been covered with black oil as a cover. Due to the darkness, it was impossible to see clearly from the outside, and there were no lights on the ship for lighting.
The only things that can help Edmond Dantès at the moment 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. He gained the respect of the captain at a young age, and was believed by everyone to be an excellent captain in the future. He was so familiar with everything in the sea, and he was able to operate the ship as if he were a sailor.
Breathing is generally natural.
Although he had suffered in the dungeon for more than ten years and suffered tragic disasters in his life, everything he was once familiar with once again returned to his mind through memory.
Under his control, the flat-bottomed boat drifted on the sea, constantly changing directions with the help of the sea breeze, and slowly approached Mesolonghion.
In the darkness, the boat began to approach the sandbars and passed through the gaps between the sandbars.
Although the sea surface is as calm as ever, under the sea surface, the turbulence is sometimes slow and sometimes rapid, and because of the obstruction of the sandbar, the direction of the water flow is very chaotic, and it will yaw if you are not careful. What is even more annoying is that the water is very shallow.
Even if it is a flat-bottomed boat, if it hits these rocks, it may no longer be able to sail.
This was indeed a difficult voyage. Edmond Dantès had to use all his body and mind to control the ship. He breathed heavily, feeling every fluctuation of the sea surface, and carefully controlled the rudder as if
Like a samurai fighting a heavily armed opponent.
When he has spare time, he will also devote some attention to observing the boat driven by his deputy.
It was the darkest time at this time, and the visibility was very low. Even if the two ships were very close, Edmond Dantès could only see a blurry shadow. Fortunately, this shadow always followed him.
Behind the ship, his second-in-command apparently also successfully maneuvered the ship.
Hieros Antonios really lived up to his expectations... It would be great if he could always stay by his side and serve His Majesty together. Edmond Dantès couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
However, he had no time or space for boring lamentations, and soon he focused all his attention on steering the sailboat.
Just as he ordered, all the soldiers on the two ships did not talk to each other or even make any noise, allowing the boats to take them to unknown situations, while the sea wind and waves were also constantly noisy, providing them with
The best cover.
In the sea breeze, the boats travel through the narrow water channel between the sandbars. If anyone can see them clearly through the dark night, they will be surprised by the confusing movement routes of these boats, as if they are being manipulated by a drunkard.
However, despite the constant circuitous routes and even occasional rotations, the two ships still slowly approached Messolonghion and their final goal with unstoppable determination.
Time is not infinite for 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 visibility greatly increased, the sentries in the fortress should be able to clearly see the two ships approaching them.
Sailing ship.
Edmond Dantès was anxious, but the more anxious he became, the steadier his hands became. He controlled the rudder with both hands, both heavy and light, as if he had inexhaustible power.
He was fighting against 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, overcoming the undercurrent and rowing past the reef. He no longer paid attention to how close he was to the goal.
No matter how far it is, there are only the nearest obstacles in sight.
With such strong hands and such a strong will, fate finally began to succumb to him and loosened the noose that held it tight.
I don't know at what moment, Edmund suddenly felt that the water under his feet suddenly became smooth and orderly. The violent sea beast seemed to have given up on him and his men helplessly.
He found that his back was soaked in cold sweat.
But the ecstasy in my heart could no longer be suppressed.
Although it was still dark before his eyes, Edmond Dantès suddenly stopped and his eyes shed tears silently.
At this moment, he has surpassed himself.
"Your Majesty...I succeeded..." He couldn't shout out cheers, so he could only silently report his victory to him in his heart.
At this time, others also felt that the ship began to become stable. Although no one cheered, Edmond Dantès clearly heard the carnival that existed in the dark.
Don't get too carried away, it's still early... It's just begun... He quickly reminded himself in his mind and forcibly extinguished the uncontrollable ecstasy.
He knew that there was a breakwater between the city wall of Messolonghion and the sea, but with the help from his deputies and other locals beforehand, he had already drawn the topographic map around the fortress and had already conducted it.
Countless drawings or practical exercises, so he was not in a hurry.
The most difficult part of the road has been overcome by them, and the remaining obstacles are just the dessert after the meal.
Soon, the two boats followed the already planned route, slowly skirted the breakwater, and entered the edge of Mesolonghion.
Although everything was still shrouded in darkness due to the dark night, as he got closer, he could clearly feel the outline of the fortress wall.
He breathed heavily, mustered up his last remaining strength, and steered the boat forward. Finally, they slowly reached the seaside and rested on the beach under the city wall.
The feeling of being close to the land again made Edmond Dantès feel exhausted.
He raised his head and looked at the sea and sky in the distance. At this time, there seemed to be some shadow moving there.