Eagle’s Glory

After discussing with Edmund Dantès, Aigron revised his strategic plan and set a strategy of "buy Haiidee, and then use her as a puppet and banner to take the opportunity to march into Ioannina".

This means that they must use the time as soon as possible to get Haide in their hands before marching into Ioannina and playing the banner of Haiide, lest she be chopped off by the angry sultan.

In Aigron's heart, he has another hidden worry, that is the Russian Empire.

Since he came to Greece and raised the flag, the Russian Empire has been ready to leave the feat of liberating Greece in the hands of the tsar. For this reason, they have been concentrating their troops on the border of the Danube and the Caucasus. , I know in my heart that their march is already an imminent problem.

That being the case, when Aigron considers the issue next, he must take the major factor of the Russian Empire into his field of vision.

Before the Russian Empire ended up in person, he had won enough victories and prestige for himself, and he didn't dare to expect such good luck for himself.

Of course, Egron would not know, because the news lagged behind the distance, his news has lagged behind the reality. In fact, when he was secretly talking with Edmund Dantès, the Russian Empire was already marching towards the Balkans.

And Pushkin, a genius poet recognized by the upper class of the empire, was also in this army at this time, following the tide-like imperial army, and personally experiencing the upcoming historical event.

Originally, there was no need for this prestigious poet to participate in military operations. He could have continued to stay in Huangcun to enjoy the extravagant court life and gain the superficial respect of the Tsar.

But Pushkin, who was already tired of the boring life in the court, sincerely asked the Tsar to grant him the honor of participating in the war. With his sincerity, His Majesty the Tsar finally granted the poet's request.

So, next, he was assigned to the Izmailovo Guards Regiment, and as a member of this elite force, he was transferred to the assembly point along the Danube River.

According to the plan, after the war, their force will cross Wallachia and Bulgaria with the large force, and head straight for Adrianople, the gateway to Constantinople.

According to the court's prediction, if they are lucky enough, they will continue to march all the way to the glorious Roman capital; if they are not lucky enough, the Tsar has to stop the march under the pressure of European powers, at least they will also hit the Turks hard. Winning brilliant victories made the tsar once again the savior of Europe.

After the bloody Decembrist scandal at the time of his succession, the Tsar desperately needed to earn himself such an aura, in order to show his subjects, and Europe as a whole, the legitimacy of his throne.

Pushkin had already heard about the thoughts of the upper echelons of the empire, but at this time he didn't care about these "state affairs". His whole mind had already been put on the various experiences of serving in the front line and his reverie about the future.

On this late autumn morning, Pushkin rode his horse and headed southwest in the warm sunshine, and the Russian army was also advancing in a slightly hectic manner on this not-so-wide road.

Not far away is the sparkling Danube, as long as they cross there, they will enter the Balkan Peninsula and start their glorious expedition.

The leader of the parade arrived and couldn't see the end. The surrounding woods had been dyed orange red or dim yellow by late autumn, swaying in the wind, just like those ladies waving handkerchiefs to see them off. He looked around Go, in the wilderness of Ukraine, there are all kinds of hats worn by officers and soldiers everywhere, and the bayonets are like a jungle, shining with sharp cold light.

The strict formation made this army seem to be integrated into a whole, like the footprints of giants, unstoppably pressing towards the crumbling Turkey.

Although their steps are so powerful and their military appearances are so stern, there is no fear on the faces of these soldiers.

They laughed and laughed, and rushed to the battlefield with hopeful eyes, as if they were just conducting a grand parade.

Pushkin knew that the army within his own line of sight was only his regiment, and on the entire front, there would be many, many regiments, countless infantry, cavalry and artillery, who would embark on the same journey as himself.

This is great Russian power! Invincible power!

Although this great poet loves freedom and has never liked an autocratic and high-pressure court, when he personally blends into this monstrous wave, he is also very honored to be a member of it.

The Russian Empire would fight for the liberation of its Orthodox countrymen, marching towards Constantinople, and he would see it all and record it faithfully.

After coming to the army, although Pushkin offered to take on the task, the Shangguan knew that the great poet had an extraordinary reputation in the court, so how could he dare to order him casually? So, the Shangguan arranged paperwork for him so that he wouldn't have to go directly to the front line and try his luck at the scythe of death.

Pushkin had no complaints about this. While quietly completing his work, he kept a diary every day to record what he saw and heard after joining the army. Sometimes he even found time to write home letters to the illiterate soldiers in the regiment. .

For others, this is a boring thing, but Pushkin enjoys it, because he observes the most basic members of the army, understands the thoughts of every soldier, and their emotions , which will certainly enrich his vision and provide him with countless writing materials.

Although he had been in the army for a short time, Pushkin was pleasantly surprised to find that, compared to when he stayed in Tsarskoye, he was in a state of exhaustion of ideas and ideas. At this time, he was full of writing and thinking, and he could write poems or writing at his fingertips. So he I often secretly rejoice that I have found a good place for myself.

In the cool autumn wind, Pushkin breathed the fresh air in the wilderness, silently thinking about his next poem.

Suddenly, he heard a whistle from the side.

"Alexander Sergeyevich, we are finally marching, how do you feel?"

Without looking back, Pushkin knew that the person who greeted him was his good friend Boris Peternovich Volkonsky, and he also followed him on horseback.

His friend's family was quite prominent in the court, and he was also deeply loved by the upper class. It was because of his help that he was easily allowed by the Tsar to participate in this expedition.

And it was through his operation that Pushkin was able to come to the Izmailovo Guards Infantry Regiment where he was.

After Pushkin came to the army, because he had no service experience before, he must have a lot of incompatibility. Fortunately, this friend took care of him from time to time, and he did not encounter any problems.

Because of this, he is very grateful to his friends for their help this time.

"Boris Petronovich," he said, turning his head to look at his friend. "I feel very comfortable... as never before."

"It turns out that you are more eager for war than a veteran!" Boris Volkonsky whistled again in feigned surprise.

"No, I don't like war, and I don't like bloodshed." Pushkin shook his head, and then looked at the sparkling Danube in the distance, "But I like the feeling of being in the torrent of the times, I can feel that we are creating History, the history of our generation. . . In 1812 I was too young to be a part of it, but now, at last, I have my finger on the pulse of the times, and we are doing a great business."

Peace is of course precious, but it will inevitably bring mediocrity, but mediocrity is also the great enemy of poets, so at this time Pushkin has a feeling of "fortunately attending a grand meeting".

If it is an unprovoked invasion of other countries and deprivation of the freedom of other nations, he may feel disgusted; but the purpose of His Majesty the Tsar's sending troops this time is very justifiable, and it is a cause that is conducive to human freedom and liberation. There is no resentment, no matter how much selfishness His Majesty the Tsar has in it, Pushkin is extremely supportive of Greece's independent liberation cause.

As in the great 1812, they will once again go on a journey as liberators to free Greece from the pagan tyrants.

"Many people may have different views on freedom or liberation, and I don't make any comments." Boris Volkonsky replied with a smile, "What I want to look for is excitement and merit. Only these things can make me feel better." My blood is on fire, I just hope that these bloody Turks can resist for a while, so that I can get a few more medals with my bastards!"

Pushkin could only smile wryly at this.

No matter what, the two people with different thoughts are now in the torrent of people, rushing towards their fateful destination.

The open river in the distance is filled with the blood of history, and fate is stirring and rolling in it, roaring and roaring, just waiting for the thunder that descends from the empire.

"Are you still interested in the Duke of Lechstedt?" After a moment of silence, Boris Volkonsky asked again suddenly.

Pushkin was quite surprised by the question, but he nodded quickly.

"There is indeed interest. Do you have any news?"

"That young man is really impressive!" Boris Volkonsky rode his horse, leaned closer, and then lowered his voice, "Let me tell you a piece of news, not long ago, he led people to defeat Messolonghi Fort Weng, and accepted the surrender of the defenders."

"What? So fast?" Pushkin was slightly surprised.

Although he didn't have much practical knowledge of the war itself, after coming to the army, Pushkin also more or less did some homework, learned about the geography and humanities of Greece, and he was also familiar with the great poet Byron , so of course he understood the meaning of the news.

"This means that he has cleared the obstacles in western Greece!" After a moment, Pushkin blurted out.

"It's indeed an astonishing achievement." Boris Volkonsky narrowed his eyes narrowly, "So you should understand why the higher ups don't allow others to spread the news, right?"

Pushkin immediately understood why his news was delayed. The empire didn't want his soldiers to know how many honors the young man had won.

Since his arrival in Greece, Greece's already precarious cause of independence and liberation has ushered in a dazzling turnaround, so that the empire has not even kept up with the situation.

There is no doubt that, judging from the current situation, even without the Russian Empire's march, Greece will win the War of Independence under his leadership and help...

And this is a fact that the tsar and other important court officials are absolutely unwilling to face.

Therefore, the Tsar ordered his army to march ahead of time, that is, to forcibly take the crown of victory for himself.

Thinking of the originally brilliant liberation cause being cast so many shadows because of the political selfishness of all parties, Pushkin was a little discouraged for a moment.

"I hope our victory is brilliant enough." He could only reply dryly, "I believe we can destroy the Sultan's army."

"I believe so too." Boris Volkonsky nodded, "But, my friend, the more brilliant victories we achieve, the more we will be hated by those Western European powers. And I wish the Duke of Reichstedt even more success."

"This is also Duke Reichstedt's plan!" Pushkin also suddenly realized.

He also saw that the Duke of Reichstedt was not afraid of the entry of the Russian Empire. On the contrary, he was happy to see the European powers quarreling over it.

Although he saw through his plot, Pushkin didn't feel any disgust in his heart, but instead had a sense of admiration.

"What does His Majesty the Tsar intend to do with him?" Pushkin asked quietly, "Boris, have you received any secret orders?"

"I'm sorry, no, at least I haven't heard of it at my level." Boris Volkonsky spread his hands, "I think His Majesty the Tsar and his important ministers also have a headache for this little guy."

Then he laughed and said, "It would be easy if those Austrians declared him a fugitive after he escaped, but those old tricksters didn't do it! So what is he now? He is still a Habsburg royal family member, the Duke of Reichstedt, whom everyone recognizes, and who has not even been declared to be doing something illegal after all how can the emancipation of Christians be called illegal?"

Pushkin also nodded approvingly. "So His Majesty the Tsar would rather ignore him for the time being."

"I can only turn a blind eye." Boris Volkonsky replied with a smile, "Of course, if the Duke of Lechstedt bumps into him without knowing what to do, it will be another matter. After all, the world will always be full of people. Accident, no special order from the Tsar, right? But I'm sure he's not that stupid, he looks smart."

That's true...Pushkin once again sighed in his heart.

He found himself unable to hold back his curiosity about the young man.

After all, there are people in the world who are destined to be different.

If I can find a way to meet him...

"Well, my friend, let's leave him alone and camp until tonight, and let's go have a drink," Boris Volkonsky suggested.

Pushkin immediately agreed.

The imperial army has distinct ranks. An officer like Boris Volkonsky can salute enough to fill several carriages with various dresses. Of course, there will be caviar, cheese snacks and must-haves. Pushkin was also willing to share the little vodka with him during the march.

This march will be a pleasant journey.