As the snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, the two armies inside and outside the fortress of Sevastopol ushered in the same morning again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Inside and outside the city were still as bleak as ever, as far as the eye could see, there were only bare hills and cliffs, valley roads and trenches, there was no trace of life, and the blue-black picture scrolls were spread all over the heaven and earth, and the blood stains that had been left everywhere slowly dried up and turned black, leaving one black residue after another between the various trenches and fortresses.

In the corners of the valley road and some of the trenches, the snow that had been gathered by the soldiers, which had just melted and was replenished by the sky, was even more glaring in this gray picture. And the faint shadow between the forts and fortifications between the dark barrel muzzles of the guns adds a bit of solemnity to the place.

The two armies inside and outside the fortress had fought each other many times, but after entering this cold winter, they almost tacitly stopped all military operations, and only confronted each other like this, and even the original incessant roar of artillery fire had often stopped at this time in order to save shells.

But this is by no means to mean that the armies on both sides have lost their will to fight, they are just resting in this rare respite, licking their wounds, waiting for the inevitable battle that follows, the dormant dragon, dangerous and violent.

As if to prove to the people, in the middle of the French camp at this time, the commander-in-chief of the French army, Marshal Treville, was anxiously pacing up and down in his tent, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was waiting for something.

No one dared to anger the marshal, so there was a dead silence in the camp, and only the heralds who shuttled through it could bring a little anger, and every time someone came back from outside, the marshal would stop his steps and ask them anxiously.

Naturally, what he inquired about was the specific location of his grandson, His Excellency Minister Charles de Treville, who had come to inspect the front on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor.

Each time he was rewarded with the feeling that his grandson was some distance away from here, but far from where he had hoped, he became restless, and his temper became more and more violent.

Perhaps a century had passed, and at last the old man heard what he wanted to hear—that His Excellency had come to the outermost line of the camp.

Almost instantly, the old man relaxed, but he quickly straightened his back again, frowned, and beckoned to the lieutenant beside him. "Quick, come with me to greet His Excellency the Minister!"

"Yes!" All the people in the tent obeyed their orders.

Then, after the marshal looked around blankly, and after making sure that there was nothing abnormal, he subconsciously pinned the two-horned hat on his head, sorted out the medals he was wearing, and then he picked up his marshal's scepter from the side and walked out with the heroic steps characteristic of a soldier.

The others hurriedly followed the marshal and greeted the arrival of His Excellency.

When they had not gone far outside the tent, they saw a figure walking in the distance, and although the old man's eyes were a little dim, he could certainly tell from the commotion of the people behind him that it was Charles and his entourage.

So, he stopped, staring at the group until their vision became clear.

The leader was indeed his grandson, a handsome young man dressed in casual clothes and a black overcoat, and looked very serious; His pace was fast, but he did not appear nervous, and his demeanor carried a vigorous and resolute spirit, and the group of respectful retinues that followed him made him even more impressive.

This young man, even compared with the big people he has seen in his life, still looks extraordinary, as if he is a big man.

The old marshals who came from the Napoleonic era would never judge their temperament by low standards.

Finally...... Is it finally finished? The old man's originally calm mood suddenly made great waves, and a warm current of joy and relief surged into his heart, making his originally heavy hands and feet suddenly feel a lot easier.

Yes, he saw the last work of his life.

His life was full of ups and downs, he faced the horrors of the Revolution and had a bright future under Napoleon, and his brilliant future came to an end when Napoleon, whom he bet on, was finally defeated at Waterloo.

When he heard the news of the final defeat of Emperor Napoleon, he was stunned for a long time, he knew that maybe he could turn over in the future, but it was no longer possible to reach the peak of destiny in this life, so his ambitions could only be buried in the loess with the empire.

After his personal future was ended, he once put all his hopes on his son, but his son, who had been absurd and debauched all his life, disappointed him to the extreme, and never met his expectations, but in the end, he finally did something satisfactory to him and brought himself this grandson.

To some extent, he also knows that this is his last hope, because if this grandson does not become a weapon, he will never have a chance again in this life.

Therefore, under his own careful cultivation, he finally got the result he wanted, and he exhausted his hard work and finally won, how can this not make people happy?

I'm luckier than Emperor Napoleon, his son is dead, and he doesn't even have a grandson who can inherit the cause! As soon as he thought of this, the old man, who was already dying, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Everything that this grandson had achieved had fulfilled all his previous expectations, even better than he dared to expect, and the old man could only be grateful to God for receiving such a gift at the very end of his life.

If you want to say that you are not satisfied, there is only one point left.

However, that is the fatal point, if this weakness can be eliminated for Sun Tzu, then he will be a perfect work, even if he leaves the world, there is no need to worry about his future......

Hey, bastard boy, why don't you understand! He suddenly cursed in his heart again.

However, although joy and anger churned in his heart, on the surface the old man was completely calm, and he did not abandon the dignity of the marshal and the majesty of his grandfather at all.

As the two groups drew closer, the adjutant and soldiers beside the old man began to cheer, and in the midst of this cheer, Charles walked up to Field Marshal Treville.

Charles looked at the marshal intently, the old man was much older than when the two had been separated before. Although his military uniform was straight and his medals were shiny, perhaps because of his living conditions, perhaps because of the exertion of too much mental energy, his skin had become very charred and wrinkled, and his hair, which had always been meticulously combed at home, had now become a little disheveled, pulled under the double-horned hat, and his movements, in the eyes of the familiar Charles, had been sluggish and scattered a lot, and it was obvious that the old man had lost his control over his body in the past.

But even in spite of all this old age, the old marshal was full of majesty, and his figure was thin but still tall; The scepter he held in his hand swayed slightly, as if he could give unquestionable orders to his subordinates; And his bloodshot eyes emitted a terrifying light at this time, which made people's hearts tremble.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other like this, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Then, at the same time, they stretched out their hands and held them tightly together, and the worries and thoughts that had accumulated after many days of separation were passed on in this way.

"Grandpa...... Your Excellency the Marshal. After shaking hands for a moment, Charles finally blurted out, but he soon realized that something was wrong, so he immediately changed his words, "I have come to inspect the front line on the orders of His Majesty, and I ask you to cooperate with my work." If there's anything you need my help with, please tell me directly. ”

"Welcome, Your Excellency." The old man kept looking at his grandson, and there were a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, there was only one sentence left, "Please come with us." ”

With that, he let go of his hand, then turned and walked in the direction he had come from, and Charles hurriedly followed him.

The others hurriedly followed the Treville grandfather and grandson to the commander-in-chief's residence, and the salutes and cheers of the soldiers were everywhere along the way.

Along with these cheers, the news of the arrival of the Minister Tréville and the domestic inspection team soon spread throughout the garrisons of the various units, and then provoked even greater cheers, and even soldiers fired into the sky to vent their excitement.

They were so happy, of course, not because of how much they loved His Majesty the Emperor or His Excellency Chancellor Tréville, but because the arrival of the inspection mission meant that His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Government still attached importance to this expeditionary force, and even that the people in the country were still paying attention to them.

For these officers and soldiers who have been fighting bloody battles for a long time, they are not afraid of sacrifice, and they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of being ignored at home, and they are afraid that their sacrifice will be forgotten by the country as a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning, and now, their morale has finally been boosted again, after all, as long as people think that they die like a hero, they will not be so afraid of death.

Of course, Charles didn't know that his arrival would cause such a big commotion, and at this time he had already followed his grandfather to the headquarters.

The officers and staff of the headquarters held a brief welcome party for His Excellency, but Charles himself had little interest in such formalistic things, and he did not love vanity, so the welcome was quickly terminated by him, and the officers returned to their posts.

Charles himself, with the Commander-in-Chief, came to his bedroom, as if to say something personal.

Everyone understood what His Excellency was doing, so no one bothered them, after all, the commander-in-chief was his grandfather, and it would be strange if he didn't.

"Grandpa." When only the two of them were left, Charles finally put down the mask of businessmanship and looked at his grandfather with pain and admiration, "You have really worked hard. ”

"What is the hard work, I enjoy it." Marshal Trevill seemed very calm, and only replied indifferently, "Not every old thing is qualified to command an army of more than 100,000 people, and my life is worth it." ”

"You're still ...... Let's take care of yourself. Charles said cautiously, "After all, you are our commander-in-chief, and your health is at stake for the whole army." ”

"I know my body, don't worry, I won't die until the final victory comes, and I won't allow others to take me away." The old man's face was still full of coldness, "It's you, bastard, if you act frivolously, you'll have to me off!" ”

"Huh?" Charles didn't react.

"I didn't expect that when you first came to Crimea, you didn't come directly to me, but went to an irrelevant place! Why is that? Is it just to see that person? The old man's voice already had a bit of a scolding in it, "Charles, do you know you're crazy?" ”

"She's not 'that person,' she's your granddaughter, my sister." Charles replied cautiously. "I shouldn't be exaggerating to go see her, right? Besides, there are a lot of wounded soldiers there...... I should have condoled with the wounded soldiers. ”

"Bastard boy!"