Eagle’s Glory

June 18, 1815, is destined to be a day that will go down in history forever.

On this day, in Waterloo, a little-known town in Belgium, a battle that decides the fate of an empire is going on.

Since the early morning, the French army has been fighting to the death with the Anglo-Dutch coalition forces. In just a few hours, tens of thousands of people have been bloodied on the battlefield.

Hundreds of cannons were roaring non-stop, as if they were conveying the roar of God. The smoke and dust mixed with blood filled the battlefield for dozens of miles, making everything seem so illusory.

The hero who claims to be overlooking the whole world is standing on the high ground next to Rossum Village, looking down at the soldiers under his command with a blank expression, and launching an almost desperate impact on the British front again and again.

He watched helplessly as tens of thousands of soldiers from all over France wearing Chinese and American uniforms fought **** battles for him. In his twenty-year military career, he had long been accustomed to conquest and honor, danger and death, and such scenes were no longer worthy of his moving.

But he still felt restless.

He was the Emperor of the French Empire, an unparalleled genius in the eyes of the soldiers, leading them to glory and splendor.

Today, after repeated attacks but still unable to break through the line of defense set up by British commander Arthur Wellesley, he has vaguely felt that he can no longer give victory to the French today.

God seems to be punishing his previous good fortune.

The emperor paced restlessly.

The time has come to sunset and dusk.

At this time, a vague black shadow appeared on the horizon, although it was quickly determined that the shadow was approaching, it was a marching army.

"Is Grouchy here?" he muttered.

He and the people around him look forward to it.

It only needs good luck this time, just once... His Majesty the Emperor prayed secretly in his heart.

However, after just a few more minutes, his hands and feet stiffened from disappointment.

That army carried the Prussian eagle flag.

There are tens of thousands of legions rolling in, and in the evening when both armies are exhausted, it will be the decisive weight.

And this weight is obviously going to be added to the British side.

Albion people, you have won!

There seemed to be an unquestionable verdict from the sky.

The fighting continued, but the arrival of fresh Prussians was enough to decide everything.

At this moment, even the most indomitable warrior couldn't help but be bound by fear, lost the courage to continue fighting in the fright, and couldn't help wailing at the inevitable defeat.

The wailing sound was scattered at first, but it immediately resonated everywhere, and finally converged into an unstoppable torrent, wrapping the soldiers and fleeing in the opposite direction to the enemy.

At first, officers tried to stop the flood of rout, but soon they found themselves powerless, and were even carried by the rout and fled back together.

Although the front-line troops fled back, the entire battlefield collapsed, and soon even the emperor himself could not prevent the rout.

The emperor and his entourage and staff watched it from the farm, and the younger officers wept in grief and indignation, cursing the cowards who escaped for ruining everything.

The emperor himself just stood there, looking pale at the torrent of defeated soldiers, and said nothing.

He did not blame the fleeing men.

The French nation has fought for him until now, paid the blood of millions of people, and did not abandon him even when he was the most down, and still followed him to rise up again and come here.

They have sacrificed enough, and no one can blame the French for not being loyal and brave enough.

Emperor Napoleon slowly closed his eyes, savoring the pain he could never get rid of in his life.

He is not suffering for himself. As early as a year ago, he has tasted the pain of being a prisoner, and it will not be the end of the world again. He can bear this pain.

He is suffering for his heir.

The child he brought into the world in order to inherit his career, the child he had high hopes for, the child who brought him countless joys...

I can't leave him anything.

The emperor, who has shaken Europe for twenty years and dominated Europe for ten years, let out a helpless lament.

"Aigron, I'm sorry, we have nothing left!"

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At dusk on this day, the dark golden sunlight dyed the land of Europe with blood, even the Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna.

In a suite in the palace, the maids came and went anxiously, looking after a child lying on a hospital bed.

He had blond hair and was a little delirious from a bad cold, and there were large beads of sweat on his forehead.

He is what the emperor called Aiglon, the crown prince of the French Empire and the king of Rome, Napoleon II, who was once destined to inherit Napoleon's cause.

Now only 4 years old, he has a little understanding of the meaning of the words "empire" and "emperor", but of course he can't know, just today, his father has lost the entire empire, and he also So he lost all the glory surrounding him.

It was impossible for him to even see his father again.

Last year, when Emperor Napoleon abdicated for the first time in 1814, at the "invitation" of the Austrian Emperor Franz, the French empress, his daughter Louisa, came here on May 21 with her son. A royal palace in Austria, and has since become a crowned hostage.

From then on, until Napoleon died of illness on the island in 1821, father, son, and husband and wife never saw each other again.

"Agron? Agron?"

The mother sitting at the head of the bed looked at her seriously ill son anxiously and called out from time to time.

Since the first two days, her son has been suffering from a high fever, which the doctor said was even life-threatening.

She didn't know medicine and could do nothing, so she could only sit helplessly by the bedside, lamenting the ruthless tricks of fate on her, and at the same time praying in her heart that everything would at least not get worse.

As if answering her prayer, the child slowly opened his eyes, his blue eyes looking at his mother with a confused gaze.

"Aigron, you finally woke up!"

Louisa, who still holds the title of Queen in theory, no longer cares about the dignity of the royal family, and gently embraces her son.

However, she would never have imagined that the soul left in this child's body at this moment was replaced by one during the high fever just now.

Perhaps the scorching flames of the Waterloo battlefield made the soul of Napoleon's son unbearable.

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Didn't I just fall asleep in the library? Why did he suddenly change his place when he opened his eyes?

Confused, Chu Ying was stunned to find that she seemed to have come to a completely unfamiliar world, which was obviously not China.

Am I dreaming? This is where? Why am I here?

Also, why can I understand what they say?

All kinds of questions came one after another, and he could no longer think about it, because the lady in front of him was grabbing his shoulders and shaking it gently.

wait...my body?

How did I become a child?

He was horrified to discover an even more terrifying fact.

The pain left by the high fever in his body told him that all this was not a dream.

"Aigron, are you alright?" The lady dressed as a Western lady in front of her asked with a residual tear and a surprised smile.

"I... I'm fine." Confused and sleepy, he blurted out.

The woman's face became a little distorted from surprise, and she looked at the doctor next to her in horror.

"God, save him, he's already talking nonsense!"

The doctor hurried over and carefully examined the child's body.

"Don't panic, ma'am." After a moment he looked at Queen Louisa. "He has recovered, and he probably hasn't adapted to it yet. He just needs to sleep again."

"Is it really okay?" Louisa was still in shock.

"It's okay, you see, his body temperature is already dropping." The doctor smiled in order to comfort her, and then pointed to his forehead.

Queen Louisa raised her right hand and stroked her son's forehead.

"Thank God..." She breathed a sigh of relief. "It's much better."

After speaking, she hugged her son again, "Poor child..."

Chu Ying didn't say a word, just lay there blankly, feeling the embrace of the woman.

He has realized that the current situation is absolutely abnormal - he should have passed through like the protagonist of the online novel.

So the question is, where did you travel to? How is the world different here?

It is impossible for a four-year-old child to have any coherent memory and conscious judgment. All he can retrieve in his mind is a pile of fragmented pictures.

But even with such a pile of fragmented memories, he was slowly able to piece together some details.

Among the children's memories are the Tuileries Palace, the Fontainebleau, the crown, and the incomparably warm embrace...the embrace of the father.

Father... omg! It's that person!

In the embrace of Her Majesty the Queen, Chu Ying opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the gilt decoration on the ceiling.

As an amateur European history buff, he certainly knows what all these details represent, and who he is now.

The more important issue is that although the exact date is unknown, "I" is now 4 years old, which means that this is 1815, which was a disaster for the Bonaparte family.

King of Rome, you and your father have just lost everything...

Thinking of this, Chu Ying closed her eyes and let out a silent sigh, not knowing whether it was for the child or herself.

[The name of the Roman king is Napoléon-François-Joseph-Charles-Bonapart, and Emperor Napoleon also gave him the nickname Aiglon, which means "Eagle".

After arriving in Austria, on July 22, 1818, his maternal grandfather, Emperor Franz I of Austria, issued an edict to cancel his name as Napoleon and use the Germanized "Franz" as his new name; At the same time, he canceled his King of Rome and all other titles, and made him Duke of Reichstedt.

Therefore, at different times and occasions in this work, the characters will have different names for the protagonist, please do not take offense to readers]