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Chapter 277 Victory

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    "Grandpa, your victory is in sight!" Charles walked to Grandpa's side and held his hand tightly.  There is no doubt that in his opinion, the progress of the war is very smooth, and it can even be said to be beyond his original expectations.  But this is normal. Although the French army was repelled in the previous offensives, they also dealt a major blow to the defenders of Sevastopol Fortress and consumed their manpower and material resources.  It also reduces their activity space.  The siege that lasted for many months and the repeated attacks that spared no effort have greatly consumed the manpower and resources of the defenders. The long-term blockade also left them without external support, so the defense capabilities of the fortress have been constantly being undermined.  Severe consumption has reached a dangerous critical point.  The small boat drifting in the ocean, relying on its stable structure and the hard-working crew members, has survived several storms without any danger, but it has also been damaged in the process.  Its hull and mast are already covered with cracks.  Finally, in a new and more violent storm, the ship that had reached the critical point suddenly disintegrated with a roar, and then sank into the sea with the unwilling crew. This is probably what the Sevastopol Fortress is facing now.  situation.  Charles's early victory congratulations to his grandfather did not impress Marshal Treville. This respectable old man still stood on the high ground, looking ahead with bright eyes. Under his gaze, countless soldiers swarmed forward,  They rushed up several hills with forts and fought fiercely with the Russian defenders on the ruins of the fortifications.  The previous fierce shelling caused the defenders to suffer huge losses and severely damaged their spirit. Therefore, when the French army launched the attack, they were even a little dizzy until the French army's leading troops were deeply wedged in.  After reaching their forward positions, and some even penetrated into the second line positions, the Russian counterattack began to take shape.  Perhaps knowing the fate that the fortress was about to face, the Russian army began to no longer worry about ammunition reserves and continued to pour artillery fire on the attacking French army. The remaining warships staying in the harbor also began to continuously attack the two French troops who were rushing over.  The army opened fire and the current front line of the fortress was already within the range of their artillery.  The roar of the naval guns caused the sailboats to sway on the water, and the shadows in the mist swayed at any time. The artillery fire from the fortress and the battleships poured out desperately towards the French army that had invaded the fortress, causing the already transformed  The position turned into ruins suffered another round of destruction.  However, no one among the French officers and soldiers who had seen the dawn of victory cared about the enemy's counterattack. They ignored the incoming bullets and artillery shells, braved the thick smoke, broke through the Russian frontline, and then advanced deep into the enemy's territory.  Rushed over.  Under this merciless impact, the front line that 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 from everywhere did not stop. From time to time, someone fell to the ground because of being shot. However, this did not stop the attacking party.  In addition to the bumpy walkways, there were narrow alleys and bungalow areas for the defenders to live everywhere. The forward troops quickly rushed into this area, and the troops led by Lucien were one of them.  Because of the smoke and dust produced by artillery fire, the visibility here is very low, giving people a sense of isolation and alienation from the outside world; the constant roar of guns and artillery is even more frightening, making it difficult to see clearly with the eyes and unable to hear with the ears.  The embarrassment tortured everyone's nerves and made people almost crazy, even Lucien, who had been fighting for many years.  However, he still forcibly overcame the current difficulties, so he was able to control the troops to advance in depth and expand the occupied area that penetrated. In the thick smoke, bullets would fly from all directions, although in this case it was not possible  It may have been aimed, but the dense projectiles still hit many people, and then took away the lives of the soldiers amidst the wails.  Amid the bullets flying everywhere and the choking smoke, it has become difficult for people to maintain their sanity. Blood is flowing quietly everywhere, and the smoke and fire turn this place into a hell.  In this chaotic order, Lucien roared at the top of his lungs, relying on excellent front-line officers to barely maintain the order of the frontline troops. He pushed away the soldiers who were running around in the fog and reprimanded them loudly.  .  "Stop!" In the midst of the noisy chaos, Lucien pulled out his command knife and waved it wildly in mid-air. "No one is allowed to retreat! No one is allowed to retreat! Anyone who retreats without authorization will be shot on the spot!" Of course,  This is not just empty talk. When he shouted like this, the staff officers and adjutants around him also fired their guns into the sky, using this most primitiveTo restrain the soldiers who were already in chaos like a swarm of bees.  Under his almost ruthless instigation, his subordinates finally maintained the most basic order in this chaotic environment, and followed the forefront officers and soldiers to move forward bit by bit along the bumpy road.  The road was already very uneven, but due to the heavy bombardment from cannons, there were now many more brick and stone obstacles, making it difficult to move forward.  In this environment, the soldiers who were groping forward could no longer maintain their formation and could only disperse and force forward. They suffered great pain, and some people fell down from time to time. The remaining people relied on rocks or even  Advancing behind the cover of the corpses of their comrades, they rushed to the deepest part of the fortress, then crossed the low wall that had a large number of cracks, and rushed into various courtyards.  As they expected, the remaining defenders were inside. When they saw the French rushing over, the Russian soldiers, who had been infected by the fireworks and long blockade like beasts, opened fire on them crazily.  But the French soldiers, who had also been energized, also made strange screams and picked up their guns to fight back at the defenders.  Because of the heavy blow they suffered just now, these French soldiers were already extremely angry. At this time, their hearts were occupied by hatred and the desire to fight, and they completely forgot about their own safety. Some even thought that they were loading ammunition.  The speed of firing was too slow, and he rushed towards the enemies crazily, not even realizing that he was hit by bullets.  The brutal fighting soon began throughout the fortress. Amidst the smoke screen, these crazy soldiers opened fire on each other and fought with bayonets. From time to time, someone fell down and sacrificed his life to the god of death.  In the midst of the chaotic fighting, Lucien led the people in his headquarters to walk along the narrow road. Although he was a senior officer, there was no distinction between the front line and the rear here, so even a group of them were involved.  During this fight, he also held a pistol and fired everywhere in the direction where the enemy might be.  Although the power of the pistol was very small and inaccurate, he knew in his heart that only if he showed such a demeanor of taking the lead and not being afraid of danger, would his soldiers be able to show their greatest courage and fight desperately for victory.  .  Amidst the hail of bullets flying everywhere, Lucien led a few people into a bungalow. As soon as they kicked the door open, several gunshots suddenly rang out inside. An officer beside Lucien fell down dullly, and even  No one groaned, and Lucien had no time to care about this subordinate and rushed in with the remaining people.  There were two Russian soldiers inside. Although their hair and beards were very long, it could be seen that these two soldiers were very young. Their military uniforms were in tatters. They were holding guns and looking at the intruders.  His face was full of anger.  The guns in their hands were still smoking. After seeing the group of people rushing in, their hands reached towards the barrel of the gun again, as if they wanted to reload the gun. Perhaps because of nervousness, their hands were shaking.  , so the reloading speed is not fast.  Almost instinctively, Lucien immediately picked up his pistol and fired at the opponent.  However, the pistol made no sound.  After a moment of astonishment, Lucien had no time to care whether there was no bullet or jammed. He threw away the pistol, pulled out the command knife from his waist, and rushed towards the opposite side almost madly. There was no room for maneuver in the small room.  And the distance was very close. Before the two soldiers could react, he rushed in front of the other side and slashed at the other side with his command knife.  The two soldiers gave up the plan of reloading almost at the same time, and directly raised the muzzle of the gun, preparing to use the bayonet to meet the charging French officer. However, Lucien's movements were very agile, and he suddenly bent down and sank down.  , and then tried his best to swipe the knife in his hand.  With a dull sound, a large amount of blood spurted out crazily and fell to the ground. Lucien's command knife penetrated deeply into the stomach of a soldier, cutting a deep wound in the middle, including the intestines.  They are all exposed.  The pungent smell brought by the blood spread throughout the room in an instant, and then there was a fierce scream. Lucien didn't care to count the results of his battle. He wanted to pull out his command knife, but it might have been a wound.  It was so deep that he couldn't pull it out at once, and at this time, another soldier's bayonet was thrust straight at him.  Lucien hurriedly threw away his command knife, and then rolled to the side. He finally managed to escape the bayonet attack, leaving only a bleeding wound on his shoulder. By this time, his subordinates had already rushed forward.  Come over and surround the soldier together.  Lucien, who rolled to the side, gasped violently. He had not done this for a long time.??Facing the critical moment of life and death.  At this time, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose again, stimulating him to regain some sense.  He raised his head and looked at the soldier who he slashed into the abdomen with his command knife.  This poor young man had given up resistance and just held his stomach in pain and howled. He seemed to want to stop the blood from the wound, but his efforts were ineffective. He was destined to die.  In the end, his originally bright eyes turned into darkness, and he fell straight to the ground, leaving his life and all his hopes here forever.  May you rest in peace, my child.  Lucien muttered silently in his heart. Although it seemed a bit hypocritical to say such words after taking away the other person's life with his own hands, this was indeed what he was thinking.  However, he did not spend too much time mourning for the dead. Instead, he stood up again and observed the movements around him from the window.  "Everyone, please rest here first, and then move on later!" He whispered with an inexplicable tiredness.  In this way, the bloody battle between the French and Russians continued for several hours. The fierce fighting even caused the entire fortress to be covered in thick smoke.  However, despite suffering huge losses, under the unswerving pace of the French officers and soldiers, their control area became larger and larger, compressing the Russian control area bit by bit, until finally only a corner of the fortress remained.  .  Although all the troops suffered losses and were exhausted, Marshal Treville relentlessly urged his men to continue the attack, and at the same time put in reserve troops one by one. He had to take the fortress immediately.  .  The commander-in-chief's unshakable will was conveyed 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 brave the enemy's counterattack.  .  The fortress that had been besieged for several months was finally completely shaken by such a terrible offensive. Most of the tenacious defenders have now died fighting for the country, while a small number of surviving soldiers have  They finally felt the despair of the situation. They had run out of ammunition and food, and it was impossible for anything to come to rescue them.  After the French army continued their offensive for two days and two nights, the remaining Russian officers and soldiers finally had to admit the reality that they could no longer resist. They had fought gloriously to the last breath and completed their obligations to the Empire.  When the French frontline troops had rushed to the harbor, on the masts of the remaining warships parked in the harbor, the Russian naval flags that were originally fluttering in the wind slowly lowered, and then suddenly white flags appeared again, rising step by step.  In mid-air.  The small white flag looked so clear in this gray-black land stained red by blood, attracting everyone's attention.  Everyone knows what this little flag represents.  The French officers and soldiers who had devoted all their energy to the war suddenly felt a sense of relief and exhaustion. After paying countless blood and lives, after paying such a huge price, and after experiencing such a fierce battle,  After that, they finally subdued the enemies in front of them and won the final victory.  Although there are still some scattered places where people continue to resist, 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 French officers and soldiers in the city, and finally gathered into a sea of ??noise.  "Long live!" 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.  , can no longer see the glory before.  Although they paid a huge price and suffered fear before, they now only have joy in their hearts.  Everyone was cheering, and some soldiers even took off their military caps, threw them directly on their bayonets, and waved them wildly.  They finally captured the fortress.  "Grandpa, we won! The Russians surrendered to us, and this fortress now belongs to us!" News from the front line quickly reached the headquarters in the rear, and then caused the same joy as the front line.  In the midst of this joy, Charles, who was still at the headquarters, quickly walked up to his grandfather and congratulated him, "Congratulations, we have won! As the commander-in-chief, you will definitely be famous in history for this!" "Really?  ?"    oneMarshal Treville, who was leaning on his marshal's staff and watching the movements on the front line, had a complicated expression on his face.  Yes, he has led his men to a brilliant victory. They finally defeated the Russian army on Russian territory.  The resentment buried decades ago has finally been released.  Your Majesty, can you see this?  If you can see it, please congratulate me No matter what my grandson does to your nephew in the future, at least I am worthy of you. I guess you can't be angry with us, right?  Napoleon did well, and we Treville did not bad either Looking at his grandson whose expression changed from excitement to doubt and anxiety, a strange smile appeared on his face.  He has done enough for his grandson, now it¡¯s all up to him.  I¡¯m so tired, I want to take a rest.  Then take a rest, what else is there to regret?  During this period of time, he had been tortured so much by his illness that it was almost relying on the remaining willpower in his blood that allowed him to push through.  He felt a sigh of relief in his heart and desperately wanted to accept victory as a commander when it finally came.  And now, he got it.  That feeling of relief immediately made his body collapse.  "Grandpa?" Charles pulled his grandfather's hand and found that his grandfather seemed to be a little distracted.  However, when he held his grandfather's hand, he was shocked to find that his grandfather suddenly fell into his arms.  He quickly hugged his grandfather and found that his face suddenly became extremely pale.  The original majesty has completely disappeared, and now only weakness and relief remain.  "Grandpa!" Charles shouted quickly.  "Let me rest, I" Marshal Treville closed his eyes slightly and pulled down his gray hair, "I'm very tired."
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