Eagle’s Glory

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While Egron was making intensive preparations for his wedding, the battle at the northern tip of the Balkan Peninsula had not stopped.

Although the Russian Empire has clearly learned that the Western powers have unified their positions and hopes to end the war, the Tsar has not yet responded. He wants to use this time difference to continue the war and try his best to weaken the Turks. Get ready for the inevitable Russo-Turkish war a generation from now.

However, although the Tsar deliberately blocked the news, the imperial court was never a place where secrets could be kept. Rumors quickly spread in St. Petersburg, and then spread to the distant Wallachia and Bulgarian front lines.

At this time, Pushkin was fighting here with the Izmailovo Guards Regiment to which he belonged.

Of course, although he fought all the way, he didn't experience many bloody fighting scenes, but spent his military life relatively peacefully.

On the one hand, this is because the Turkish army is weak and was easily defeated by the front of the Russian Empire. The elite infantry regiment he belongs to is the main reserve force, and there is no need to fight bloody; Officials all know that Mr. Pushkin is a well-known poet and a big celebrity in the court. If he is asked to perform some dangerous mission rashly, in case of any accident, no one can afford to blame the court.

As the imperial army advanced all the way, the supply of the legion gradually became a headache, the speed of advancement inevitably slowed down, and the fighting temporarily subsided.

The entire legion was resting on the front line, waiting for various supplies to be transported from the rear by trucks, and the sergeants were also gearing up for the next round of massive offensive.

The battle went so smoothly, and their confidence was extremely inflated. In their view, with one more heavy blow, they would penetrate the Sultan's territory in the Balkans and fight all the way to the city of Constantinople.

In this way, Pushkin followed his troops and stationed in a village in Bulgaria that he could not even name himself.

During the rest period, the soldiers would of course have their own fun, either drinking or gambling, or drinking and gambling at the same time. Of course, Pushkin was the same as others, but after a period of such days, he felt a little depressed again.

At noon that day, he woke up from a hangover, and before he recovered from the headache, his friend Boris Volkonsky came to visit him.

During this period, Boris also drank and gambled like him, and came to see him very rarely, so Pushkin was a little surprised, thinking that something big had happened, so he immediately struggled to get out of bed and received his friends.

"Good morning, my friend." Pushkin greeted with complete weariness. "Do you have any good news for me?"

"There is no good news, but there is one bad news," replied Boris.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the other party's solemn face, Pushkin immediately shivered, and his expression became serious.

"I'm sorry, but our advance may end in this area." Boris explained to him in a low voice, "This damn deserted village will be the pinnacle of our glory."

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"What, are we no longer marching?" Pushkin was a little stunned.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Boris Volkonsky shrugged, "The news from Petersburg said that the ambassadors of various countries headed by Britain have sent notes to the government of His Majesty the Tsar, requesting that they be properly considered. peace initiative—”

"I see..." Pushkin sighed.

He wasn't very surprised either—after all, before the war started, they had expected that the Western powers would not be able to sit back and watch His Majesty the Tsar fight all the way to Constantinople and rebuild the Third Rome.

Judging from the current situation, the Russian Empire has achieved brilliant victories, defeating the Turks in both the Balkans and the Caucasus. Another piece of flesh was torn from the sick man of the Near East.

But even knowing this, Pushkin couldn't help but feel sorry for the failure of the imperial army.

Because he knew that it was impossible for the Russians in his generation to have any hope of retaking Constantinople.

He stepped out of the tent, and then looked at the desolate winter scene around him. The rocks and trees were unspeakably bleak, as if mocking his journey this time.

Although there is victory, there is no glory, nor the romance and splendor imagined.

Is everything going to come to an abrupt end here? He was a little reconciled.

But even if he was unwilling, he knew that this was the decision of His Majesty the Tsar, and he was not allowed to question it.

"How long are we going to stay here?" He collected himself and asked.

"If there are no accidents, we can probably stay for a month or two. We will withdraw after the spring. His Majesty the Tsar still wants us to continue the war, weaken the little power left by the Turks, and do it for the war of the next generation. Prepare." Boris Volkonsky told Pushkin the information he knew, "but we can no longer continue to Constantinople, and the gentlemen who made a fuss in London don't want to see this happen. "

"That is to say, we will continue to stay here for a month or two, and then continue to drink and gamble?" Pushkin asked.

"If nothing else, it's like this." Boris nodded, "but if you think this is too boring, I can take you to find the girls here—but don't expect them to have Peterborough The girls here know style..."

Pushkin knew that his friend's proposal was serious, and he also knew that the other party could do it, but now, he was in a low mood, and even this proposal couldn't cheer him up.

What the hell am I thinking? Why am I so dissatisfied?

He pondered, exploring his heart, trying to figure out what he wanted to do.

After a moment of silence, he had a flash of inspiration and found the answer.

Yes, he didn't want the rare experience of his life to end in this wilderness. Since he participated in a major historical event, he wanted to witness it completely with his own eyes.

Otherwise, the poet can't be reconciled.

so……

"I heard that Duke Reichstedt is getting married?" he asked abruptly.

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"That's right, that's what everyone said." Boris couldn't understand why he asked, but he nodded anyway, "It is said that Princess Teresa of Austria has rushed to Greece and is planning to marry him."

Speaking of this, he said sourly with a little jealousy, "Some people are really lucky, no matter how mischievous they are, they can always be forgiven and tolerated by others... The princess has suffered enough of him, right? Unexpectedly, I still did not change my infatuation, and I just wanted to go to Greece to marry him."

"I don't think it's a surprise, the Duke of Reichstedt is entitled to the love of others." Pushkin replied, "Noble ladies have been well-clothed and well-fed since they were young, and they are used to being flattered, and they take it for granted in their hearts. , is not worth cherishing so much, so I will like those who are different... In comparison, the Duke is so dazzling, and it is normal for Princess Teresa to be fascinated."

"I almost forgot, you are also very good at dealing with those ladies in Petersburg." Boris couldn't help laughing. "I heard that the Duke is also a poet. You should have a common language with him."

"I don't know..." Pushkin shook his head, "but I want to try."

Boris didn't understand at first, but after a moment he realized it, and then looked at Pushkin in surprise.

"Why? Do you really want to run up to him and have a look?"

"Yes, Boris Petronovich... I just asked myself, and then I came up with this idea." Pushkin nodded honestly and admitted, "I want to see his wedding."

"You're not his planned guest," Boris retorted.

"Yes, but so what?" Pushkin asked back. "Even if I am only in the crowd, it is enough to confirm what our era looks like—"

"You really found a strange reason..." Boris didn't quite understand, "My friend, why are you so interested in Duke Reichstedt?"

"Of course I'm interested in a person who can create such a career at a young age, because I appreciate heroes." Pushkin replied without thinking, "Among the princes and grandchildren of this generation, he is the only one who looks good. If he If he is as dazzling as I expected, then our age may be interesting; if he is disappointingly mediocre, then I think our generation will be ridiculed by posterity as mediocre and dull, because even the best of them are no more than mediocrity. in this way!"

Then, he changed the topic, "However, my main purpose is not for him, but for Greece...Listen, my friend, at the moment when such a glorious ancient civilization is reborn from the ashes, if I am so close But I wasn’t there, I can’t even forgive myself for my crime against history! It’s fine if I didn’t personally participate, if I’m not even a bystander, it’s too ridiculous.”

Boris was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha...'Crimes against history!' Alexander Sergeevich, what a poet you are."

After laughing for a while, he became serious again, "However, since you said so, as a friend, I can't bear to see you depressed."

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"Why, are you willing to help me?" Pushkin suddenly became energetic.

"It's not easy, but if it works well, it's not that difficult." Boris pondered for a moment, and then replied in a low voice, "You can pretend to have a bad cold and pneumonia, apply for recuperation, and I'll go and work with the leader , let someone take you to a nearby village to recuperate, and then you can move freely... During this period of time, as long as you keep quiet, no one will know where you have been."

Pushkin's eyes lit up.

If it is an ordinary person, there will definitely be problems with this operation, but Boris was born in a noble family in Petersburg, and the family is quite powerful in the army. If he helps him operate, there is really no problem—after all, no one Dare to let a pneumonia patient stay in the army.

"Then let's do this!" He nodded immediately, agreeing with his friend.

Then, he firmly held Boris' hand, "My friend...my loyal friend, thank you for helping me."

"What's the matter?" Boris whistled, "A real Russian will do anything for his friends."

Then, the two began to discuss the next details. For Pushkin, he has always been an enthusiastic person. Now that he has made up his mind, he does not want to wait any longer. He only hopes that the sooner the better, and Boris also agreed. I can only plan for him according to my friend's wishes.

In the end, the two discussed it properly, and Boris agreed to communicate with the head of the regiment as soon as possible, and Pushkin also began to prepare to pack up and salute.

But Boris gave him a last word.

"My friend, I just said that we will retreat at the beginning of spring, so you must compress your journey within one and a half months, and the shorter the better, don't lose yourself in the natural scenery of Greece. Otherwise Once the matter is exposed, I will not be able to explain it to my superiors."

"Of course." Pushkin repeatedly agreed, and of course he didn't want to embarrass his friend.

"Also, you can't act alone. Although Greece is generally at peace, there is a lot of chaos there after all. You must pay attention to your own safety." Boris made another suggestion, "Well, I will find two reliable soldiers in my company. Brothers, entrust them to protect you when you go south, anyway, they are too busy to fight now... However, their salaries must be paid by you, and I have no spare money on hand now."

"Of course!" Pushkin agreed again.

Now that the two of them talked about this, Pushkin decided that it was time to end. He was going to see his friend off, and then immediately started packing.

However, his friend did not want to give him this pleasure.

"Okay, let's go!" Boris patted him on the shoulder, "Since you have decided to leave temporarily, let's have a drink first, and then play a few rounds of cards to see you off... Let's have a good time Drink enough!"

Pushkin secretly had a headache, because he knew that in this situation, Boris would definitely let go of drinking him. After all, this was also a way of expressing his enthusiasm.

He was already a little dizzy because of the hangover. If he drank so much again, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for the next day...

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But since my friends have done this, it's justified that I don't want to sacrifice.

Anyway, he is the one who is working next, and he doesn't need to do anything more.

And... he himself wanted to have a big drink and say goodbye to his friends.

So why hesitate?

"Okay, my friend, let's have a drink!"

"Cheers to Princess Teresa!" Boris shouted jokingly.

"A toast to Duke Reichstedt," Pushkin retorted.