Chapter 73 (1/2)

The next day was the 11th of March, 1815. The victorious commander, Napoleon, began to conduct a review of the troops who had been guarding Lyon.

The bridges, embankment, and streets were filled with groups of males and females alike. They followed behind Napoleon's army, longing to catch a closer glimpse of their beloved savior. Their relentless cheers seemed to reach the skies: ”Long live the King!”

Huang Xuan lay among the bushes, his left eye looking through his rifle scope. He was awaiting Napoleon's arrival with a strange feeling in his heart. Maybe this was Napoleon's perfect moment.

Once he successfully occupied Paris and regained control of France, and once he completely reorganized his arms, the rebellion which was once directed at the Bourbon dynasty will once again sweep through the nation.

Napoleon had no other marshal apart from Ney. He was a king whose dynasty lasted no more than a hundred days. He was not the Napoleon that they remembered.

Rolin quietly calculated the buffer zone's energy. Not long ago, the senior partner of the American Goldman Sachs Group, Nicholas, came under attack in his hotel. He sustained serious injuries, but the gunman managed to escape. Nicholas had come to China together with America's senior Economic and Trade delegation and had arrived less than 24 hours before the attack.

Yet, the amount of energy lost by P112 due to this was negligible compared to that lost due to the miraculous Napoleon.

The high-spirited Napoleon had finally made it across the suspension bridge.

Huang Xuan zeroed in on him immediately.

There were at least 3 kg worth of biological bombs buried deep in the suspension bridge. Buried under the main street in front of the suspension bridge were at least another 10 kg of the same. If they detonated the directional biological bombs towards any chosen point, there wouldn't be one soldier left of Napoleon and his army.

Huang Xuan carefully placed his finger on the trigger.

His uncle brought him to the shooting range when he was younger. When he was teaching Huang Xuan how to shoot, he said, ”You have to intentionally press the trigger, but unintentionally fire. This is the prerequisite for being a marksman.”

Yet, at this moment, Huang Xuan felt that nothing he was doing was intentional. It was as if he had drunk a gla.s.s of 60% to 70% alcohol - he was in the zone between soberness and drunkenness.

Napoleon was riding a strong Norman horse, which was meant for soldiers donning heavy armor. He was accompanied by four dragoons on either side of him. They wore huge, red apparel. Their swords were carefully attached to their hips.

Throughout the journey from Elba Island to Waterloo, Napoleon did not have a single trusted aide by his side. Although he was adored by his soldiers, he had no chance of victory in the 19th century if he could not trust his troops.

It was 10.15 in the morning.

Huang Xuan glanced at the clock on the riflescope. Rolin was very thoughtful in the way he redesigned the sniper rifle. He had installed Tetris and Pacman so that Huang Xuan could entertain himself when he felt bored.

Another 15 minutes pa.s.sed. Napoleon's horses were about to enter the city gates.

Rolin couldn't help but to remind Huang Xuan once more, ”Huang Xuan, we do not have much time left. If you don't decide now, our best bet would be to detonate the bombs.”

That way, more innocent people would perish. Huang Xuan clearly understood what Rolin was getting at. However, he was not hesitating now.

He was paying attention to Napoleon, with remorse and a little sadness. Nothing was more regretful than the fall of an undefeatable commander.

A soldier rightfully perishes on the battlefield; a general is perhaps glorified when he falls in battle; a commander who loses his life on the battlefield is slightly foolish.

Yet the world's most strategic and tactical commander, Napoleon Bonaparte, was about to die on a small, unfamiliar island. This was utterly ridiculous.

It was time to end it all.