Eagle’s Glory

"No!"

Aigron's question finally got a loud answer.

He touched upon the issues that concerned most about the farmers, and thus finally gained their spiritual resonance.

As long as you grasp that link of resonance, the next thing will be much easier to handle.

"Yeah, you can't agree. You are the creators of France's wealth and the source of France's strength. You support the palace, government, courts and army. Everything in the country needs your tribute to function. Why? You are going to be put in a pitiful situation where no one cares about you? Why do those gentlemen who suck your blood have the honor to rob you and laugh at you at the same time? To this day, such ridicule and plundering continues, and It is still getting worse. Is this fair? Is it reasonable?

Yes, you have endured oppression in silence and numbness for too long. This is not more than ten years, but more than ten centuries! For thousands of years, your ancestors have endured all this, trembling under the tip of the knife. This long-simmered anger once burst out, cleaning up the mud of thousands of years. Although this anger brought There have been too many additional tragic disasters, but isn’t this reckoning unreasonable? Is there anything more righteous than this? However, now the false king of Paris wants to tell you that he wants to destroy the justice you have achieved, overthrow everything you have spent so much blood and life on, pull time back to the dark past, and let You are once again experiencing the pain and fear of your ancestors...should you accept it? Tell me, are you lambs who are powerless and can only be slaughtered, or are you heroes who have proven how powerful you are? I believe that you are heroes. It is precisely because of you, who are hardworking and brave, that my father was able to achieve such magnificent achievements, and the surname Bonaparte truly has power. Tell me, you are ! ? "

Under Aigron's loud questioning, the people who had already resonated with him mentally answered him loudly.

"yes!"

"Yes... you are the source of strength. You have original justice. Without you, this country will cease to exist immediately. You have the right to receive due respect and protection, and this is the meaning of the existence of the empire!" Aigron! He held his head high, and then shouted out without hesitation, "Yes, I have an obligation to each of you. I want you to get everything you deserve, and you will give me power... I am Emperor of the French! Emperor of yours!”

To be honest, with Aigron's current strength, it is unrealistic and even a bit ridiculous to shout such a slogan, but there is a saying that as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

He shouted his title with great passion, as if he believed it deeply, and many people who had been led to their emotions also shouted out.

"Long live the Emperor!"

They all cheered for the young man, as if a monarch had indeed visited this town.

Seeing that the emotions of the crowd were ignited, Aiglon was very satisfied. He squinted his eyes slightly and enjoyed the cheers of the French people (although there was only a small group of them at the moment).

Of course, he hasn't gotten carried away yet, he knows who he is and what he's doing.

At this moment, the suppressing army must be on the way in, and may rush here at any time to try to capture this lawless pretender to the throne.

Although the villagers here are cheering for him at the moment, when the army comes, there is no need to fire a shot, they will definitely disperse.

So he must make complete preparations himself.

He calculated the time in his mind while listening to the noise coming from outside at any time.

At this moment, several consecutive gunshots were heard in the distance, and then quickly fell silent.

According to Aigron’s arrangements beforehand,

The Marquis of Treville and his men were hiding outside the town to observe the situation, and their continuous firing meant that the troops coming from the fortress had already appeared in their sights.

as I thought.

Aigron felt a little nervous, but he knew that he still had some time, and he had to finish the rest of the things - and he couldn't appear panicked.

The emperor cannot be afraid.

The gunshots coming from the distance also slowly calmed down the frenzied emotions aroused by Aigron. The villagers who had been cheering loudly just now began to look at each other in confusion, and some people had already begun to consider running away—— Naturally, few people planned to defend the young emperor to the death.

"Citizens, as you can see, the people loyal to the false king are coming soon, and I have to leave here as soon as possible." Aigron changed his impassioned tone and continued with a slightly sad expression, "But you There is no need to be afraid, I came to see you without permission and dragged you into the whirlpool, and I will bear all the responsibilities - this is my own battle, and I must bear the consequences alone!"

At this point, he changed the subject, and then said impassionedly

"Please remember my appearance, remember the words I said... I will come back! When you are oppressed and insulted, when you are put into poverty and despair, when you cannot bear the torture of reality, you will be able to see it, I am here to guard you! - For me, this is not an annoying obligation, nor is it a responsibility to be completed forcefully. This is the reason why I was born! I...I am just to inherit and continue the emperor's career Born, what I serve is not just the interests of the Bonaparte family - but you, the French people!"

After saying this, Aiglon waved to them in farewell.

Almost everyone waved goodbye to him, and some excited villagers even had tears in their eyes - because they all knew that the next time they saw this young man, they would not know what year or month it would be.

Then, they dispersed one after another, and the open space that was filled with people just now quickly returned to its previous emptiness and silence.

Aigron looked around him. Apart from the people he brought here, there were still a few people left - the veteran Anglers who had just received his gift did not leave, and the priest who was forced by him to ring the bell and summon the villagers was not leaving. Didn't leave either.

"Your Majesty...if you need someone to stand behind you and delay time, I can take on this responsibility." The veteran raised his still trembling hand and saluted him.

His expression was solemn, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind.

"No, enough blood has been shed for our family. There is no need to shed your blood now." Aigron shook his head, "Now the pursuers are still some distance away from me, enough for me to leave safely."

Then, he patted the other party's shoulder again and signaled the other party to leave quickly, "Sir, please go back. I hope you live well and live long enough to celebrate the day when His Majesty Emperor Napoleon II ascends the throne! On that day I can give you Leave a place in Paris—"

"I will definitely come!" the veteran replied loudly.

Then, he saluted Aigron, turned and left.

Aiglon looked at the priest again, and the priest's expression at this time also had mixed emotions.

"Your Highness, it would be great if you were born into the Bourbon family!" Then he sighed, "Maybe you can save our poor orthodox dynasty."

Although he is in the countryside, the news is not blocked. Judging from what he has seen and heard, the current Bourbon Restoration Dynasty is indeed crumbling and in danger. What is sad is that King Charles X and the nobles around him But they closed their eyes and listened, and kept taking various reactionary measures, angering more and more citizens.

The priest is a die-hard royalist. Seeing this scene, he is naturally very anxious, but what can he do? He is just a little village priest. He is a man of few words and cannot change anything.

How much he hoped that someone in the royal family could stand up and turn the tide, safeguard this great dynasty, and continue the Capetian family's orthodoxy for nearly a thousand years, but reality played a huge joke on him - such a person did appear, But he appeared on the opposite side of the dynasty!

He had been watching the young man's speech with cold eyes. Although he did not completely agree with every word he said, he could feel the passion and infection from the young man's powerful tone and various gestures. strength, and almost endless mobility.

It can also be seen from his rhetoric that he calmly observed the situation, got to the point, and constantly provoked antagonism between the royal family and the people at the bottom.

In a small rural town, these commotions were nothing, but it was conceivable that before long, his actions and his remarks would be widely reported by Paris newspapers, causing commotion in the capital - at that time , the influence is completely different.

Moreover, he shouted it out in front of so many people, so it was impossible to keep it secret or block the information.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment idea, but a carefully planned political action.

The more clearly he saw it, the sadder the priest felt.

Could it be that the orthodox royal family that has lasted for thousands of years is still doomed after all? Is it possible that after paying so much price, enduring so much suffering, and enduring thirty years of bloodshed and finally escaping the storm of the revolution and the emperor, it still has to be buried by the hands of a young man?

God, why do you want to inflict such sin on our royal family? He lamented in his heart for the royal family - even though he had never received any favors from the royal family.

While he was still lamenting in his heart, Aiglon waved to him goodbye.

"I'm sorry, Father, I caused you trouble today and gave you a fright, but your fright ends here, and you will be safe from now on. You can truthfully report what you saw today. ——As long as you don’t deliberately discredit me, I will never make things difficult for you again.”

"Your Highness..." the priest suddenly spoke, and then looked at the young man with an almost pleading look, "Can you... stop here? The king may be willing to reconcile with you, and you can have a lot of compensation..."

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Aigron did not answer, but just laughed. Then he made a gesture, and the priest had to stop talking.

And this laughter was his answer.

There is no compromise and no possibility of giving in.

Either win them all, or be completely defeated. As an emperor, there can be no middle state.

"Goodbye." Aiglon nodded proudly to the other party, and then left with Andre Davout and others. Only the priest stood alone at the door of the church, watching his retreating back, thinking about the inevitable future in his heart. Those "catastrophes" are lamented.

Of course, Aigron is not leaving immediately. He must seize the last moment to fulfill one of his commitments.

At this time, the old mayor should still be quietly staying in the cafe, waiting for the situation to finally calm down, and Aigron has just learned from him the address of his home and the belongings of his two sons. Storage location.

He took Andre all the way back to the town. At this time, there was no pedestrian on the roads in the town. Everyone was hiding in their houses anxiously, waiting for the arrival of the army, fearing that they would Unlucky enough to suffer the consequences of being a fish in a pond - this actually made it easier for Aiglon to move.

They quickly walked through the alley, and then came to an inconspicuous but relatively spacious house. The house in this house was not big, but it had a small garden and spacious stables - obviously, this was also the old town mayor. Entertainment is all that remains after old age.

Then, they rushed directly into the house, followed the old mayor's instructions and went to his bedroom, and then opened the middle drawer from the bedside table——

Sure enough, just as the old mayor described, there was a box in the drawer, and there were many medals in the box.

Aigron didn't have time to distinguish the specific shape of each medal, but he could see that these medals had been carefully maintained over the years, and both the ribbons and the medal bodies were new and bright.

Although the old mayor didn't like the emperor, he still cared about what was left of his sons in this world.

It is precisely because of this that he is worried that no one will take care of these relics after his death.

Aiglon sighed inwardly, and then nodded to pay tribute to the two heroes who sacrificed their lives for the emperor.

Then he put the box into a baggage, and tied the baggage to Andre Davout. Andre Davout's expression was also very solemn, lest anything go wrong.

Then, a few of them walked to the stables.

Soon, several horses galloped out of the stables, crossed the road of the town, and rushed into the countryside. While passing through a pre-planned forest, the Marquis of Treville and several lurking horses were lurking here. The people on the side walked out quietly.

"Your Majesty, where did you get this trophy?" Marquis Treville looked at Aigron on the horse in astonishment, and then asked.

"A gift from an old father -" Aigron, who was riding a horse, answered with a smile.

At this time, the midday sun was shining on him, and his golden hair and brown horse mane complemented each other. Both man and horse seemed to stand in the halo.

"You are so awesome!" Marquis Treville exclaimed, "It seems that your appearance is more ideal than I imagined."

"Of course! It's a pity that you're not here - I won the cheers and the battle for my appearance!" Aigron nodded with a smile, and then waved his riding crop proudly, "I came in the sunshine and came to this land. The land waiting to be conquered, I will surely make all my wishes come true!”

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