Eagle’s Glory

As night fell, the battles surrounding Methorongion finally came to an end.

Throughout the day, the armies on both sides were fighting **** battles, especially Aegron on the attacking side. Under his death order, the officers and soldiers showed terrifying courage and attacked desperately without fear of casualties, especially in the Formed a breakthrough area, almost stepping on Paoze's corpse to launch wave after wave of charges.

Under the impact of their fearless death, Methorongion, which originally looked as solid as a rock, could not help but have some flaws in the tremor.

Their **** battle finally took down several bastions around the front, and several sections of the city wall also fell into the control of the attackers.

Although the attack had to come to an abrupt end due to the arrival of the night, the frightened defenders believed that they would face the same impact the next day. The earth shook them.

Precisely because they believed that the impact from the front would undoubtedly come tomorrow, most of the exhausted defenders took the time to rest and waited 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 sooner or later run out of strength and eventually have to retreat.

And whether it is Aegron or his senior officers, they also know that this kind of attack regardless of casualties is absolutely unsustainable, and the strength in their hands cannot withstand such consumption.

The siege battle, which has not progressed for many days, has already worn away everyone's patience and confidence. The sacrifice and courage shown by the officers and soldiers today are the last remaining strength they have shown under Aegron's forcible orders. And the third is exhausted, if it continues to drag on, then the result can be imagined.

Fortunately, their hopes were not placed on a strong attack. Right now in the camp, Aigron and all the officers were silently watching Methorongion, waiting for the final result.

At this time, Edmund Dantès was gathering all his men on the beach east of Methorongi.

He has been quietly paying attention to the battle situation during the day, and he can also come to the same judgment as others-he is the one who shoulders the ultimate mission.

Such a heavy mission made him excited and uneasy, but there was no fear.

He looked up and looked west, the night was getting darker and darker, Methorongion in the distance had long since disappeared, and was swallowed up by the dark night, even the beach he was standing on was already dark, and only The dim firelight in the distant camps was used as the only source of light.

With the help of the only remaining light, he glanced at his subordinates again.

They are lining up neatly, looking at themselves at the same time, although they are very few in number, but because their eyes are full of terrifying sight, they are still imposing.

They do have reason to be so excited - spiritually, they shoulder the heavy responsibility to retaliate against the invaders; and materially, Aigron has done enough - he promises that as long as the action is successful, then every The individual gave a reward of 30,000 francs. Such a high reward is enough for any soldier to work hard for it.

At this moment, including Edmund himself, they are all wearing Turkish military uniforms. The red shirts are a bit conspicuous on the white sand, but the night is the best concealment. They can sneak into the fortress under the eyes of the fortress guards. , do your best to destroy it.

The more damage they cause, the weaker the defenders will be, which means the better the odds of Aegron's victory.

At this time, everything is silent, and the guns that seem to never stop during the day have also entered dormancy.

Apart from the slight sloshing of the water and the rumble of the sand and sandbars, there was hardly any sound.

In the unbearable silence, Edmund Dantès looked at the sea in the east, as still as a stone sculpture.

Although the sea and the sky were almost integrated in the dark night, he could sense that the star-studded sandbars in the sea were silently waiting and resisting him.

He must wait now—not just for the darkest hour, but for the tide of the night.

When the night tide comes to the top, the sea level will be a bit higher than it is now, and then part of the sandbars will be submerged, causing the waterline to rise. In this case, the difficulty of sailing between the sandbars will be greatly reduced.

His second-in-command, Hiros Antonios, had previously lived in Methoronghion and fished for a living, and that was his invaluable experience as a local.

However, relying on the rising tide has only slightly reduced the difficulty of sailing. Hiros, who has been a fisherman for many years, is still not sure that he can complete the final task.

However, for Edmund Dantes, he has no other choice, not even a chance to try again, he can only succeed and must succeed.

In this silent gaze, time passed minute by minute, so slow that it seemed a little uncomfortable, Edmund Dantes only felt that the flame in his heart was burning violently, and the evaporated blood formed. The heat of his body spread to his limbs, causing his whole body to suffer from it.

Gradually, the moment finally came, and Edmund Dantes felt like maybe a century had passed.

Originally standing like a stone statue, he finally looked at his subordinates again, and then spoke coldly.

"I reiterate the discipline—" he said, word by word, "for the rest of the operation, until we successfully infiltrate it, only me and Heros are allowed to talk on the way, and the rest must remain silent at all times. This rule is Without any conditions, even if someone falls into the water or even the boat sinks, they don't say a lot, and if someone 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, he led them on the beach to the sea, where there happened to be two wooden stakes, on which each a small galleon was tied with a cable.

These two flat-bottomed boats were recruited by him from the local area and were originally used as small offshore transport ships. After the recruiting, he carefully refitted them, cleaned up all unnecessary objects, and opened up the separated cabins so that They have become props for mere transport.

And this is the biggest reliance on him to complete the task.

While estimating the time from the height of the tide, he waved his hand and let his men board the boat.

Because they had been rehearsed countless times in advance, these people walked into the cabin very quickly in order.

After they got on the ship, Edmund also walked to the ship, and his second-in-command, Hiros, walked to another ship-he would also control a ship and complete this task with Edmund.

Edmund Dantès stood in front of the rudder and gently touched the handle of the rudder with his hand, and the instinct that belonged to the sailor in his body was gradually recovering.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, emptying out all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and at the same time feeling the ups and downs of every wave on the sea, and every touch of the sea breeze blowing on his body.

Only those who have been riding the wind and waves at sea all year round can get this kind of subtle induction.

It's time, he thought to himself, and his eyes widened.

"Action!" he called softly, as if it were a trivial matter.

At the same time as he gave the order, the cables of the two ships were cut off at the same time, and the sailboat was also sent by the sea breeze and quietly floated into the sea.

The sails on the ship had already been painted with black oil as a cover. At this time, because of the darkness, they could not be seen clearly from the outside, and there were no lights on the ship for illumination.

The only things that can help Edmund Dantes at the moment are the extremely sparse stars and the experience he has accumulated as a sailor for many years.

He used to be a merchant sailor in the Mediterranean Sea. He was highly regarded by the captain at a young age, and was recognized by everyone that he would become an excellent captain in the future. Breathing is generally natural.

Although he suffered in the dungeon for more than ten years and suffered tragic disasters in his life, everything he was familiar with once again returned to his mind through memory.

Under his control, the flat-bottomed boat was drifting on the sea, constantly changing directions with the help of the sea breeze, and slowly approaching the direction of Methorongion.

In the darkness, the boats began to approach the sandbars and pass through the gaps between the sandbars.

Although the sea surface is as calm as ever, the turbulence under the sea surface is slow and fast, and because of the obstruction of the sandbar, the direction of the water current is very chaotic, if you are not careful, it will yaw. What is even more annoying is that the draft is very shallow. Even if it is a flat-bottomed reef, if it hits these reefs, I am afraid that it will no longer be able to sail.

This is indeed a difficult voyage. Edmund Dantès had to use all his body and mind to control the boat. He breathed heavily, feeling every wave of the sea, and carefully steering the rudder. Like a samurai fighting a heavily armed opponent.

In his spare time, he also devotes some attention to observing the boat driven by his second-in-command.

It was the darkest day and visibility was very low. Even though the two ships were close together, Edmund Dantès could only see a faint shadow, but fortunately the shadow had always followed his own Aft of the boat, apparently his second-in-command managed to steer that boat as well.

Hiros-Antonios, as expected, did not live up to his expectations... It would be great if he could always follow him and serve His Majesty together. Edmund Dantes sighed inwardly.

However, he didn't have time or space for boring emotions, and soon he turned all his attention on the sailing.

All the soldiers on the two ships did not talk to each other, not even making a sound, as he had ordered, and let the boats lead them into the unknown, while the sea breeze and the waves were constantly clamoring for them. The best cover.

In the sea breeze, the boats traveled through the narrow waterways between the sandbars. If anyone could see them clearly through the dark night, they would be surprised at the bewildering movement of these boats, as if they were being manipulated by drunkards.

However, despite the constant detours and even occasional rotations in place, the two ships, with unstoppable determination, slowly approached Metholonghion and approached their ultimate goal.

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, when the visibility is greatly increased, the sentinels in the fortress should be able to see the two ships close to themselves. sailboat.

Edmund Dantès was in a hurry, but the more anxious he became, the more steady his hands became. He steered the rudder with both hands, both heavy and light, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

He was fighting against the wind, the waves and fate. Every time the boat was about to get out of control, he used both hands to forcefully retake it from the hand of fate, overcoming the undercurrent and paddling by the side of the reef. How far is it, 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 let go of the noose that choked fate.

I don't know when it started, Edmund suddenly felt that the water under his feet suddenly became smooth and orderly, and the violent sea beast seemed to reluctantly gave up on him and his subordinates.

He found that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

But the ecstasy in his heart could not be suppressed.

Although it was still dark in front of him, Edmund Dantes suddenly stopped his hand and silently shed tears in his eyes.

At this moment, he has surpassed himself.

"Your Majesty... I succeeded..." He couldn't shout cheers, so he could only silently report victory to him in his heart.

At this time, others also felt that the ship was beginning to stabilize. Although no one cheered, Edmund Dantes clearly heard the kind of carnival that existed in the dark.

Don't get too carried away, everything is still early... It's just the beginning... He hurriedly reminded himself in his heart to forcibly extinguish the uncontrollable ecstasy.

He knew that there was still a breakwater between the city walls of Methorongi and the sea, but because of the help of his deputy and other local people, he had already drawn a topographic map around the fortress, and had already carried out Countless drawings or practical exercises, so he is not in a hurry at all.

The hardest part of the road has been conquered by them, and the remaining obstacles are just desserts after dinner.

Soon, the two boats slowly bypassed the breakwater along the route that had been planned and entered the edge of Messolonghi.

Although everything was still shrouded in darkness because of the darkness, as the distance approached, he clearly felt the outline of the fortress city wall.

He took a deep breath, mustered the last remaining strength, and steered the boat all the way forward. In the end, they all slowly came to the seaside, and leaned against the beach under the city wall.

The feeling of being close to land again made Edmund Dantes collapse for a while.

He raised his head and looked at the sea and sky in the distance, where there seemed to be some shadows moving.

Yes...the moon is about to appear.