Eagle's Glory

Aigron didn't care about the etiquette, he drank the glass of wine in one gulp, then raised his hand, and slammed the empty glass to the ground.

"Bang!" Amidst the crisp wailing, the glass was smashed to pieces.

Under his demonstration, other people also dropped their drunk glasses to the ground.

One after another, the sound resounded throughout the hall, and finally returned to silence. All the cups had been shattered and turned into glass shards scattered on the ground.

"Let's go!" Eggron yelled, and strode out of the hall.

The wine that he drank in one breath was churning in his stomach at this moment, and the alcohol spread along the blood vessels, as if injecting energy into his limbs and bones.

Everyone followed behind him, and they walked all the way to the beach along the path.

He raised his head and glanced back at the buildings in the deepest part of Monte Cristo Island.

Although the island was barren and desolate, after staying there for a few months, he was a little bit reluctant to say goodbye.

It has witnessed him growing from nothing, owning a treasure that has been buried for centuries; it has also witnessed him attracting and absorbing a group of supporters, establishing a knight order directly under him, and then relying on them to establish his original military force.

Undoubtedly, this power is still extremely weak, and it is difficult to match the military power of even a small country on the European continent, but this is a cluster of fire, as long as it keeps burning tenaciously, it will definitely become a raging fire, and eventually Burn everything that stands in its way.

His most valuable asset is not a knife or gun, but the surname Bonaparte and what it represents. In the European continent that is now overwhelmed by the Holy Alliance and extreme conservatism, there are countless people I miss this surname and the glorious era that just passed away with ideals in mind.

I can't make it all the way to Paris with the army, but I can embellish the name so that the French welcome me into Paris with cheers.

Aegron said to himself in his heart.

This is the path he chose for himself, and it is also the only path he can take now—fortunately, there are still so many people willing to walk with him on this path, and so many people are willing to pin their dreams on him. body.

So, what is there to be afraid of?

Aigron turned his head, looked at the soldiers standing in front of him, and walked up to them step by step.

This was the last time he reviewed his army on the island. Although their number was only a few hundred at this time, it was enough for him to place his hopes on.

They are seeds, as long as they are cultivated in the right wind and rain, they will take root and germinate, and eventually expand into a huge force.

Aigron believes that as long as he has a firm foothold there, makes great contributions and lays down the banner, those who have dreams and are willing to pin their dreams on the Bonaparte family will eventually rush to him and become his subordinates. part.

I'm going to have it all in the end...

Eggron looked at the young soldier in front of him. At this moment, he was looking at him nervously, afraid of showing a little timidity.

Then, he showed a friendly smile to the other party, then he stretched out his hand, patted the unknown soldier lightly, and whispered something.

"Do it well, man, I'm counting on you."

"Yes! Your Majesty!" The soldier who was so excited by this honor immediately stood at attention and answered him loudly.

Aigron turned his head, waved to everyone, and shouted the last sentence.

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

His words immediately greeted cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

And that's where it all started.

Aigron didn't say anything more. Amidst the cheers, he walked up the ladder to the sailboat that was already waiting for him.

Teresa, who had been waiting on the deck for a long time, immediately greeted him.

"Your Highness..." Teresa may have been affected by the atmosphere at this time, her voice was also trembling, and she looked at the young man with excitement.

The heroic young man in black military uniform and bicorne cap met almost everything she expected in her dream.

"You look so handsome now!" she couldn't help saying.

"And you are lovely no matter what, Teresa." Aigron stepped forward, and then gently hugged his fiancée, "I am very glad that you are willing to share with me through thick and thin, and accompany me on the journey , but... you must take care of yourself."

"I'm fine, Your Highness, don't worry about me." Teresa smiled and shook her head, "The thought of being able to achieve extraordinary things with you, the thought of being able to share weal and woe with you, and experience all the glory and disgrace, I am so happy I shed tears... This excitement and joy is the medicine that heals me, and I am already much better. Don't worry, I will never be your drag, on the contrary... I will try my best to help you, whether it is with me mind or my will."

Teresa's words are not considered bragging words. Ever since Eggron agreed to her request, her mental state has been maintained very well. The cold symptoms that had lasted for a long time have finally improved. It also made Aigron feel relieved a lot.

"Then I will trouble you, Teresa." Aegron whispered in her ear while hugging her. "I... I am also very happy to have you by my side. Looking back on the experience of this year, I think maybe it is because of your unreserved support that I was able to do all this."

"We can do more..." Teresa replied with a smile.

She raised her head and looked at the distant ocean.

The sea is calm at this time, and the sky is as clear as blue. Such an open and magnificent scene seems to indicate the career they will achieve in the future.

Next, the two of them will be together, take the same boat, full of hope, ambition, and the treasures he unearthed on Monte Cristo Island, and head for the distant country.

In Teresa's view, this is romantic enough, isn't that what she expects?

And, that was completing Byron's unfinished business...and saving the birthplace of Western Civilization.

As long as Teresa thinks of this, her heart can't help but surge - among the princes and grandchildren she has seen and seen in her life, only His Highness would think and do these things.

What's more, I and His Highness will also enter the palace of marriage there, officially combining names and destiny...

Her face suddenly turned red, and she didn't dare to imagine anymore.

She has got everything she dreamed of, and she knows that she may face many difficulties and obstacles in the future, but all of these are just seasonings to make her happiness more delicious. She is not afraid, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Your Highness, I am so happy to be with you." She whispered. "Even in the ends of the earth, I will go with you, and I have no regrets."

Such an affectionate confession made Aigron's heart also sprout.

The girl in front of her loves herself so much, it really makes people feel like she can't ask for more.

"Then let's go now!" he replied loudly.

Then he made a gesture.

As if it had received some order, a cannon sounded from the sailboat.

Then, the anchor was slowly pulled up from the bottom of the sea through the winch, and the sailboat itself began to move slowly.

Soon, other ships followed suit, and it didn't take long for the east wind blowing on the sea to blow the sails to full.

With slight shaking, the sailboat gradually moved away from the coast and headed for the distance. Aigron stood on the bow and watched the little Monte Cristo Island get farther and farther away from him.

Everything went so smoothly, as if the gods in the sky were encouraging and blessing them.

Yes, I will be blessed, he said to himself in his heart.　　

106, coming

With the morning sun and sea breeze, the Peloponnese welcomes its new guests.

This small peninsula once had a glorious history, struggling to resist the invasion of the Persians, and also performed an extremely heroic chapter in the decisive battle for hegemony between Athens and Sparta.

However, all this brilliance has disappeared with the passage of time.Those city-states that once ruled the entire Mediterranean have declined and been conquered by foreign nations one after another. The pearls have been dusted, and even its residents have forgotten the glory they once had.

The last foreigner who conquered them was the most powerful empire they had ever experienced. This empire was ruthless and possessed an almost endless desire to expand. It conquered the entire Balkans, once conquered Hungary, and penetrated deep into the interior of Europe. Among them, and several times, soldiers came to the city of Vienna, which almost made the whole Christian world tremble.

However, there is no eternal strong man. After centuries of expansion and conquest, this empire finally inevitably declined. Now it has become the sick man of Europe that everyone despises, dying in the hands of corrupt bureaucrats. Because of the uneven distribution of spoils among the great powers, and for fear of making their opponents cheaper, they stand still and maintain its existence.

And the more it declines, the more this empire wants to hold the only remaining ancestral property in its hands, and it does not hesitate to pay the price of bloodshed for this-since it can no longer use benefits to maintain the loyalty of the conquered, it can only use fear And brutality continued to hold them in their hands.

At this time, national sentiment also ignited Greece for the first time. After centuries of silence and obedience, its people finally mustered up the courage to rise up against the rule of foreign races, even if they faced the butcher knife of the empire.

A declining empire that is unwilling to die, and a nation that is full of pride in the glory of history and pursuing freedom, the two forces are fighting bloody battles-this is not about justice, but a life-and-death struggle. Fire and blood can't make a difference.

Under the shining of the golden sun, a fleet of several sailboats on the sea is sailing at full speed, heading for the distant land at full speed.

Following the slight sea breeze, the white trails turned up by them also made their own marks on the blue water surface. The morning mist is also being gradually torn apart by the golden sunlight, as if calling watching them.

An eagle flag was hung on the masts of these sailing ships, and on the deck of one of the ships, a young man was standing at the bow, standing still in the midst of the symphony of wind and waves, staring straight ahead.

The sea breeze reverberated around him, shaking the ends of his hair, but his heart was already determined, and he didn't hesitate any more.

Now that he has embarked on the journey and the dice have been rolled, any hesitation and hesitation are unnecessary, and then he can only move forward with the courage to never flinch.

Fortunately, so many people followed him, encouraged him, and became the source of his courage.

"Your Highness..." At this moment, he heard a greeting from the side.

Hearing this voice, he, who was originally full of thoughts, suddenly felt warm in his heart.

Teresa was not alone in his devotion and devotion to him; but if there was anyone who gave him the greatest self-confidence, it was Teresa.

Chanel, his two cousins, André Davout... These people followed him only because he was the emperor and the sole heir of the Bonaparte family.

Undoubtedly, they are all intelligent and capable people, and Aigron is also happy to use them, but deep down, there is always a voice that tells him—"It's all because of Napoleon that they favor me so much."

This is a fact, and he is not angry about this fact. After all, Napoleon was his only political appeal and capital, and only with the help of this capital, he was able to win over a team that obeyed him so quickly.

Sophie took great care of him, this love was both heavy and moved him, but there was also a lot of pity in it, and she was treated more as a child who needed care and was entrusted with warmth.

However, Teresa is different. Her pursuit and expectations have nothing to do with the empire. Aigron knows that Teresa cares more about himself than Napoleon or Bonaparte—she cares about the Restoration. The empire didn't care. When the two first got married, she had seriously considered the future and her life after living in the countryside, and she was full of expectations and happiness for it.

The reason why she is now involved in her career is not because she is keen on becoming a queen, but because she has chosen her career.

It was Teresa who let Aigron know that she was not just labeled as "Napoleon's son", but also a person worthy of being admired and loved.

In particular, Teresa is still so cute and excellent, and she follows her so unswervingly. Doesn't that prove that she is indeed very good, otherwise, how could she attract her and get her so much love?

Thinking of this, Aigron gained confidence beyond his name.

So, for this expectation, I will win everything.

With this wonderful confidence, Aegron took Teresa's hand, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her in the bow.

The sea breeze blows in front of the boy and the girl, and the golden morning sun shines on them. This is the blessing they have received.

"Teresa, I'm sorry." Aigron said suddenly after standing quietly for a while.

"Why did you suddenly apologize?" Teresa was a little puzzled.

"I thought about it. After we arrive in Greece, it's best not to disclose your identity at first." Aigron said to her apologetically, "After I landed, the news will soon spread to the whole of Europe. If you disclose In terms of identity, I have nothing to lose, but I'm afraid it will embarrass your father..."

Although Aigron didn't say it clearly, Teresa naturally thought of it quickly.

Your Highness is thinking of himself and his father.

If he had disclosed his identity from the beginning, it would be easy for countries to suspect that all of this was caused by Grand Duke Karl, and within the empire, his father would be considered to have secretly funded the rebellion of Duke Reichstedt and would be blamed.

Undoubtedly, this would put the father in a very embarrassing situation.

In order to get today's freedom, she already owed so much to her father, so why would she have the heart to push her further.

"You are right." Teresa nodded. "Your Highness, once I arrive in Greece, I will take care to hide myself so that the outside world will not notice my existence."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Aigron shook his head with a smile. "Is it strange that there is a girl next to me? As long as we don't make a big show, no one will care about such trivial things."

He originally said it unintentionally, but he didn't expect that this sentence would have an unexpected effect. The corners of Teresa's mouth curled up slightly, and then she answered in a soft voice.

"Yeah, I was thinking too much. Why is there no woman around His Highness? I'm afraid everyone has forgotten that you have a fiancée far away in Vienna."

Upon hearing her answer, Aegron knew he had made a mistake.

He secretly yelled that it was not good, but he knew that explaining this question again would only make him more embarrassed, so he immediately changed the topic.

"It's best if you can understand my intentions, thank you for being so considerate of me, Teresa." He grabbed Teresa's hand, interlocked his fingers, and said to her sincerely, "You have been so far I remember all the sacrifices I made. I promise you, what I owe you, I will definitely return it to you, and I will make everyone cheer your name. Greece today, France tomorrow, and the world the day after tomorrow. world!"

"But it's enough for me to call my name alone." Teresa didn't mean to continue to quarrel with Aigron, but just lowered her head and answered in a low voice.

Just as they were talking, the land was getting closer and closer to them. From a tiny spot in the distance, it turned into a long black line. The area of ​​the black line became bigger and bigger, and finally occupied all the people in the field of vision. horizon.

Here they are.

This is the port of Mesone on the Peloponnese Peninsula. This unknown small fishing port has become the first stop for Aegron to set foot on the European continent again.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, his journey will start here.

With the help of the sea wind, this small fleet approached Mesone at full speed, and at this time, a small boat sailed from the opposite side.

The fleet immediately took a precautionary stance, and the muzzles of the cannons began to aim at the approaching boat, but they soon saw the same eagle flag hanging on the opposite boat.

Then, the boat on the opposite side fired a salute to show that it was coming to meet the fleet.

Under Aigron's order, the fleet immediately approached the ship.

Because of the close distance, Aigron quickly saw the person standing on the deck of the ship—at this moment, this person was saluting him respectfully.

"Edmond Dantès!" Eggron called out his name in a low voice.

But at this moment, he completely let go of his heart.

Then, he turned his head to look at Teresa next to him. "This is the Count of Monte Cristo, my confidant sent to Greece, and he has done a good job."

"So he is the Count of Monte Cristo you bestowed upon him?" Teresa had heard about the existence of this person long ago, so she took a special look at him, "Then he must be rewarded for his efforts."

While she was looking at Edmond Dantès, Edmond Dantès was also looking at Teresa. He seemed a little surprised, but he quickly let go of the doubts in his heart and looked at him again the lord.