"Grandpa, your victory is in sight!" Charles walked over to his grandfather's side and held his hand tightly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was no doubt that in his opinion, the war was going very smoothly, and it could even be said that it exceeded his original expectations.

However, this is also normal, in the previous offensives, although the French army was repulsed, but they also brought a major blow to the defenders of the Sevastopol fortress, consuming their manpower and material resources, and also compressing their space for maneuver.

The siege that lasted for many months, and the repeated relentless attacks, had greatly depleted the defenders' manpower and resources, and the long blockade had left them without outside support, so the fortress's defensive capabilities had been severely depleted, and it had reached a dangerous tipping point.

The small ship floating in the middle of the ocean, thanks to its stable structure and the hard work of its crew, survived several storms without danger and saved itself, but in the process, it was also constantly damaged, and its hull and mast were already full of cracks. Finally, in the midst of a new, more violent storm, the ship that had reached a critical point suddenly disintegrated with a roar, and then sank into the sea with a reluctant crew - this is probably the situation that the Sevastopol fortress is facing today.

The victory congratulations to his grandfather in advance did not impress Marshal Trevier, and the venerable old man was still standing on the high ground, looking ahead with blazing eyes, and under his gaze, countless soldiers swarmed up several hills with fortifications, and fought fiercely with the Russian defenders on the fortifications that had become ruins.

The previous heavy artillery bombardment caused the defenders to suffer huge losses and seriously damaged their spirits, so when the French army launched an attack, they were even a little dizzy, until the vanguard of the French army had been deeply wedged into their forward positions, and even some of them were deep into the second line of positions, and the Russian counterattack began to take shape.

Perhaps knowing the fate of the fortress, the Russian army began to no longer care about the ammunition reserves, and constantly poured artillery fire on the attacking French troops, and the remaining warships staying in the harbor also began to fire non-stop at the two rushing French troops - the current fortress front line was already within the range of their artillery.

The roar of the guns swayed the sailboats on the water, and the shadows swayed in the mist, while the guns of the fortresses and battleships poured desperately down on the French troops who had stormed the fortress, leaving the already ruined positions in ruins another round of destruction.

However, none of the French officers and soldiers, who had already seen the dawn of victory, cared about the enemy's counterattack anymore, and they broke through the forward line of the Russian army in the face of the smoke despite the oncoming guns and shells, and then rushed into depth.

Under this merciless onslaught, the forward front, which had already suffered serious damage, was easily broken through, and they came to the deep front of the fortress. After they rushed into the deep position, the artillery fire and gunfire did not stop everywhere, and from time to time someone fell to the ground because of the shot, but this did not stop the attacking side.

In addition to the potholed walkways, there were narrow alleys and bungalows for the defenders to live in, and the forward troops quickly rushed into the area, and Lucien's troops were one of them.

Because of the smoke and dust produced by the artillery fire, the visibility here is very low, giving people a sense of isolation from the world; The incessant roar of gunfire is even more terrifying, and the embarrassing situation of not being able to see clearly and hearing cannot be heard by the ears torments everyone's nerves and makes people almost crazy, even Lucien, who has been fighting for many years.

But he still managed to overcome the present difficulties, and took with him the ability to control the advance of the troops in depth and expand the occupied area that had penetrated in, and in the thick of the smoke, bullets would fly in all directions, and although it was impossible to aim in this case, the dense projectiles still hit many people, and then took the lives of the soldiers in the wailing.

Amid the constant flurry of bullets and choking smoke, it was hard to keep one's sanity, blood was flowing silently, and the smoke and fire turned this place into hell.

In the midst of this chaotic order, Lucien shouted hoarsely, relying on the well-trained front-line officers, barely maintaining order in the forward troops, and he pushed away the soldiers who were scurrying in the fog, and rebuked them loudly.

"Stop!" In the midst of the cacophony of chaos, Lucien drew his command knife and swung it wildly in mid-air, "No one is allowed to retreat!" No backwards! Those who retreat without permission will be shot on the spot! ”

Of course, this is not just empty words, when he shouted so much, the staff officers and adjutants around him also fired into the sky, using this most primitive means to restrain the soldiers who were already in chaos.

Under his almost ruthless agitation, his men finally maintained the most basic order in this chaotic environment, and followed the front-line officers and soldiers along the potholed road little by little.

The road was already very uneven, and because of the heavy bombardment of the cannons, there were now many more obstacles of masonry and stone, so that it was difficult to move an inch. In this environment, the soldiers who were groping their way forward could no longer maintain their formation, but could only disperse and force their way forward, they suffered great pain, from time to time some people fell, and the rest of them advanced against the cover of stones and even the corpses of their comrades, they rushed to the deepest part of the fortress, and then crossed the low wall where there were already many cracks, and rushed into the courtyards.

As they expected, the remaining defenders were inside, and when they saw the French rushing towards them, the Russian soldiers, who had been stained like beasts by the smoke and the long blockade, fired frantically at them, but the French soldiers, who had also been plucked up with blood, also let out strange screams and took up their guns to shoot back at the defenders.

Because of the heavy blow they had just received, these French soldiers had already been in great anger, and at this time their hearts had been occupied by hatred and the desire to fight, and they had completely forgotten their own safety, and some of them even thought that the speed of loading and firing was too slow, and they rushed directly towards the enemy in a frenzy, even without realizing that they were being shot and bulleted.

Fierce battles soon unfolded throughout the fortress, and in the midst of the smoke screen, these frenzied soldiers opened fire and fought each other with bayonets, and from time to time someone fell, sacrificing their lives to death.

In the midst of the chaotic fighting, Lucien led his men from his command along the narrow road, although he was a high-ranking officer, but there was no longer a distinction between the front and the rear, so even their group participated in the fight, and he himself took a pistol and fired everywhere in the direction of possible enemies. Although the pistol was very powerful and inaccurate, he knew in his heart that only by showing such a demeanor of leading the way and not fearing danger would his soldiers be able to show their best courage and fight desperately for victory.

In the rain of bullets and bullets everywhere, Lucien led several people into a bungalow, and as soon as they kicked the door open, several gunshots suddenly rang out inside, and one of the officers beside Lucien fell down in a dull manner, without even groaning, and Lucien did not have time to pay attention to this subordinate, and rushed in directly with the rest of the people.

There were two Russian soldiers inside, although their hair and beards were long, but it could be seen that these two soldiers were very young, their military uniforms were in tatters, and they looked at the intruders with guns in their hands, their faces were full of anger.

The guns in their hands were still smoking, and when they saw the group of people rushing in, their hands reached for the barrels again, as if they wanted to reload the bullets, perhaps because they were nervous, their hands were shaking, so the reload was not fast.

Almost instinctively, Lucien immediately picked up his pistol and opened fire on the other side.

However, the pistol did not make a shot.

After a moment of astonishment, Lucien didn't have time to care whether there were no bullets or jammed, he threw away the pistol directly, pulled out the command knife at his waist, and rushed towards the opposite side almost frantically, the small room had no room for maneuver, and the distance was very close, before the two soldiers could react, he rushed to the other party, and then brandished the command knife and slashed at the other party.

Almost at the same time, the two soldiers gave up their intention to reload, and raised their guns directly, preparing to meet the charging French officer with bayonets, but Lucien's movements were so agile that he suddenly bent down and sank, and then swept the knife in his hand with all his might.

With a dull thud, a large expanse of blood rushed out frantically and fell to the ground, and Lucien's command knife plunged deep into the stomach of a soldier, cutting a deep wound in it, even revealing a part of his intestines.

The pungent smell of blood instantly spread throughout the room, and then there was a violent scream, Lucien didn't care to count his results, he wanted to pull out his command knife, but perhaps the wound was too deep to pull it out, and at this time the bayonet of another soldier had already pierced straight at him.

Lucien hurriedly threw away his command knife and rolled to the side, finally avoiding the bayonet attack, leaving only a bleeding wound in his shoulder, and by this time his men had rushed over and surrounded the soldier.

Lucien, who had rolled to the side, gasped violently, he hadn't faced a life-and-death situation like this for a long time.

At this time, the violent smell of blood rushed into his nose again, stimulating him to come back to some senses.

He looked up at the soldier he had slashed into the abdomen with his command knife.

The poor young man had given up his resistance, and only clutched his stomach in pain and wailed, as if he wanted to stop the blood gushing from the wound, but his efforts were to no avail, and he was doomed to die.

Eventually, his bright eyes turned to gray and he fell straight to the ground, leaving his life and all his hopes here forever.

May you rest in peace, child.

Lucien silently read in his heart, although it seemed hypocritical to say such a thing after taking the other party's life with his own hands, but it was indeed his heart's words.

However, he didn't spend much time mourning for the dead man, but got back up and observed the movement from the window.

"Let's rest here first, and then move on!" With an inexplicable tiredness, he whispered.

In this way, the bloody battle between the French and the Russians continued for hours, and the fierce fighting even buried the entire fortress in smoke. However, despite the huge losses, under the unwavering pace of the French officers and soldiers, their control area became larger and larger, compressing the control area of the Russian army little by little, until in the end only a corner of the fortress remained.

Although the troops were lost and exhausted, Field Marshal Tréville mercilessly urged his men to continue the attack, and at the same time threw in the reserves in batches, and he was bound to take the fortress at once.

The unshakable will of the commander-in-chief was transmitted to the hearts of every soldier by the entire command system, no matter what opinions they had in their hearts, under the military order, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and resist the enemy's counterattack and frantically attack.

The fortress, which had been besieged for months, had finally been completely shaken by such a terrible offensive, and most of the indomitable defenders had now died fighting for their country, and the few surviving soldiers had finally felt the despair of the situation, they had run out of ammunition and food, and there was no way to come to their rescue.

After two days and two nights of French offensive, the remaining Russian officers and soldiers finally had to admit that they could no longer resist, and they had fought gloriously to the last breath and fulfilled their obligations to the Reich.

When the French front-line troops had already rushed to the harbor, on the masts of the few remaining battleships parked in the harbor, the Russian naval flag, which was originally waving in the wind, was slowly lowered, and then suddenly a white flag appeared, rising step by step into the air.

The small white flag, which was so clear in this gray-black land stained red with blood, attracted everyone's attention.

This little flag, everyone understands what it represents.

The French officers and soldiers, who had devoted all their energy to the war, suddenly felt a sense of relief and prostration, and after paying countless blood and lives, after paying such a huge price, after experiencing such a fierce battle, they finally subdued the enemy in front of them and won the final victory.

Although there are still a few scattered places in the fortress where there is still resistance, there is no doubt that they have conquered the fortress.

"Victory!" Several soldiers blurted out. "Long live the Empire!"

Immediately, this cheer spread throughout the city, and finally gathered into a sea of noise.

"Hooray!"

These officers and soldiers dragged their tired bodies and cheered, their faces were covered with gray and black, some even had wounds, and their clothes had already become tattered in these battles, and they could no longer see their former brilliance.

Although they had paid a great price and suffered fear, they now had only joy in their hearts.

Everyone cheered, and some soldiers even took off their military caps and threw them directly on top of their bayonets, waving them wildly.

They finally captured the fortress.

"Grandpa, we've won! The Russians surrendered to us, and the fortress is now ours! ”

The news from the front soon reached the command headquarters in the rear, and then it caused the same jubilation as the front line.

In the midst of this jubilation, Charles, who was still in the headquarters, walked quickly in front of his grandfather and congratulated him, "Congratulations, we have won!" As Commander-in-Chief, you will go down in history for this! ”

"Really?"

Field Marshal Trevier, who had been watching the movement of the front line with the marshal's staff, had a complicated expression on his face at this time.

Yes, he had already led his men to a brilliant victory, and they had finally crushed the Russian army on Russian territory.

The resentment that had been planted decades ago was now finally relieved.

Your Majesty the Emperor, can you see that?

If you can see it, please congratulate me......

No matter what my grandson does to your nephew in the future, at least I'm worthy of you, and you can't be angry with us, right?

Napoleon did a good job, and we Treville did not do a bad job......

Looking at his grandson, whose expression changed from excitement to confusion and anxiety, a strange smile appeared on his face.

He's done enough for his grandson, it's up to him to do it all in the future.

I'm so tired and want to rest.

Then take a break, what is there to regret?

During this time, he had been tortured by the disease too much, and it was almost by the will remaining in his blood that he was forced to survive. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, desperately trying to accept it as commander in chief when victory finally came.

And now, he got it.

The feeling of relief made his body collapse immediately.

"Grandpa?" Charles took Grandpa's hand, and he noticed that Grandpa seemed to be a little distracted.

However, when he took his grandfather's hand, he was shocked to find that he suddenly collapsed into his arms.

He hurriedly hugged his grandfather, and found that the other party's face suddenly became extremely pale.

The original majesty is gone, and only weakness and relief remain.

"Grandpa!" Charles hurriedly shouted.

"Let me rest, I'm ......" Marshal Trevier closed his eyes slightly, his gray hair pulled down, "I'm tired." ”