Make France Great Again

October 1, 1853.

The drizzle, as dense as silk, enveloped the sky over Constantinople at the junction of the Eurasian continent, washing away the dusty Constantinople with a brand new look.

The city under the soft drizzle revealed an atmosphere of incomparable tranquility and peace. Occasionally, passersby holding umbrellas walked on the rain-filled roads. The smoke from the Danube River and the Caucasus seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

However, all the tranquility and peace are the appearance brought by the rain. In a military port far away from the outskirts of Constantinople, a scene that is incompatible with the city is being secretly staged in this military port that is as old as the city.

Under the drizzle and Mediterranean breeze, at the military port, ships were moored neatly on the sea surface of the half-moon-shaped port. Box after box of supplies were being transported in batches by speedboats that shuttled between the ships. On the ship. Whether it was the sailors on the speedboat or the sailors on the ship, everyone's face showed an extremely serious feeling, and an inexplicable sense of chill filled the military port.

On a main sailing battleship anchored in the military port, Generalissimo Mahmoud and his newly appointed commander of the "United Fleet" Osman Pasha were standing on the deck of the sailing battleship, letting the rain beat on them.

After a while, Marshal Mahmoud said quietly: "Osman, are you clear about what your mission is?"

Osman Pasha was startled for a moment, then nodded and said to Marshal Mahmoud: "Generalissimo, I know!"

"Then tell me!" Marshal Mahmoud turned his attention to Osman Pasha and asked.

"Protect the Ottoman Empire's maritime supply lines to the Caucasus!" Osman Pasha said to Mahmud with a firm tone.

Hearing Osman Pasha's reply, Marshal Mahmud knew that he must not understand what he meant. Mahmud hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should make the hint a little more obvious so that his subordinate Understand your intentions.

However, when he thought that the fleet he had created might all be buried because of his words, he felt a little reluctant in his heart.

It was clear that this plan was proposed and executed by him, but when the matter came to a head, Mahmoud was unable to take action.

After struggling for a few seconds, Mahmud still couldn't tell Osman Pasha. A wry smile appeared on his lips, and then he patted Osman Pasha on the shoulder and said: "You are right! Protect the empire. The transportation and supply lines in the Black Sea are your mission!"

"Please rest assured! I will definitely complete the mission! Don't let the Russian Empire have any chance to take advantage of it!" Osman Pasha responded categorically to Mahmud.

After hearing what Osman Pasha said, Mahmoud pursed his lips slightly and said solemnly: "We must protect our maritime lifeline at all costs!"

Then, Mahmoud continued to emphasize: "Remember to do whatever it takes!"

Osman Pasha looked at the attitude of the Generalissimo in front of him. Although he did not understand why Generalissimo Mahmoud said some nonsense, he still nodded and assured Generalissimo Mahmoud that he would complete the task.

The light rain began to subside around noon, and the dark clouds that shrouded near Constantinople also drifted towards the east.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to clear up, and the bright sunshine stood above the sea of ​​the military port, emitting a sparkling scene.

The speedboats responsible for loading supplies also transported all military and daily supplies needed by the fleet to the fleet.

After the fleet quartermaster reported to Osman Pasha that all supplies had been loaded, Osman Pasha glanced at Grand Marshal Mahmud.

"Let's go!" Marshal Mahmoud nodded to Osman Pasha, and then returned to the dock in a speedboat.

Looking at Mahmoud's leaving figure, Osman Pasha was extremely excited.

More than 30 years have passed since he served as an ordinary sailor to his current fleet commander. During these more than thirty years, he often fantasized that one day he could personally command a huge fleet across the Black Sea and the Mediterranean to make contributions to His Majesty the Sultan.

And now, he finally has a chance to realize his dream. Osman Pasha took a deep breath, calmed down briefly, and then gave the order to set sail to the semaphore soldiers.

After hearing the instructions of Osman Pasha, the flag soldiers quickly climbed up to the observation deck of the warship and simultaneously delivered the flags commanding the fleet in the four directions of east, west, north and south.

After seeing the command conveyed by the command battleship through the semaphore, the surrounding fleet flaggers quickly told the captain the news.

The captain immediately issued the order to the sailors on the ship, and then ordered the semaphore soldiers on the observation deck to type a "received" reply to the command fleet.

The surrounding semaphore soldiers also waved the two-color semaphore in their hands and gave a unified reply to the command fleet.

"Your Excellency, Commander, all fleets have received your order!" The flag on the observation deck shouted at the top of his voice to Osman Pasha on the deck.

Gu Qian/span "Let's go!" Osman Pasha waved his hand gently, and the sail on the mast began to unfold, and then expanded rapidly with the power of the sea breeze.

The sparkling sea surface stirred up waves after the "Big Mac" battleship was launched.

Looking at the strategic maritime bunker in front of him that could cut the wind and waves, Osman Pasha couldn't help but feel a surge of overwhelming pride. He believed that with the fleet in his hands, he would be able to make the supply depots of the Ottoman Empire unimpeded, even if Russia So what about the empire!

Under the leadership of the command ship, the remaining fleets began to take action one after another.

When all the ships in the "United Fleet" lined up and sailed out of the port of Constantine, Osman Pasha once again ordered the semaphores to issue orders to the surrounding fleets to change their formations.

Eight steam clippers served as the vanguard to survey the enemy's situation, with double-decker battleship escorts and a fleet of fast sailing ships escorting the sail battleships on both sides.

The entire fleet began to move side by side in the direction of the port of Sinop.

The entire fleet sailed in the Black Sea for about 4 hours and finally arrived at the port of Sinop. During the third and a half hours, when the combined fleet arrived in the central waters of the Black Sea region, the steam clippers of the leading force of the combined fleet came with them. A fierce conflict broke out between hunting Russian "wolf packs".

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle less than 15 nautical miles away from the port of Sinop. After the battle for a while, the wolves discovered the arrival of the main navy of the combined fleet. Under the order of Lieutenant General Nakhimov, the wolves The group broke away from the battle and quickly left the sea area.

Upon seeing this, eight steam engine ships began to pursue the escaping ship. A Russian Empire double-deck battleship had some disadvantages in speed and was entangled by eight steam engine ships.

As a last resort, Nakhimov had no choice but to abandon his fleet to protect his commander and ordered the remaining fleet to return to the Sevastopol Fortress first.

As for the double-decker warship, after it completed a kill (a steam engine ship was sunk), it was inevitably sunk directly by the main force of the incoming combined fleet.

"The Russian Imperial Navy is nothing more than that! It's not like it was beaten by our fleet!" Osman Pasha, who commanded the fleet, complacently observed the wooden planks floating on the sea and the Russian Imperial Navy soldiers lying on the planks through the lookout glass. The subordinate next to him said something.

"You are right! The Russian Imperial Navy is simply vulnerable!" The naval admiral standing next to Osman Pasha praised Osman Pasha with a flattering look, then pointed at the Russians floating on the water and asked: "Commander Sir, what should we do with those people floating on the water? Should we save them all, or..."

The admiral made a gesture of raising his sword and lowering it, and the meaning was self-evident.

"We are engaged in a holy war with the infidels!" Osman Pasha said vaguely to the naval general on his body.

"I understand!" The naval subordinates immediately nodded to Osman Pasha to express their understanding.

One shell after another began to fire solid shells towards the silent place of the double-deck battleship. The waves caused by the shells falling on the sea drowned the surviving personnel.

Looking at the Russians struggling in pain on the sea, Osman Pasha felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

After the 80 guns of the two sailing battleships bombarded for about 5 minutes, no one could be seen on the sea.

At this point, no one, including the captain, survived.

The combined fleet that had done all this also entered the port of Sinop under the order of Osman Pasha.

After seeing such a large fleet entering the port, the defenders stationed at the port of Sinop also felt reassured about the upcoming supply operation.

When Osman Pasha arrived at the port dock by speedboat, the major general of the port garrison appeared at the port to greet Osman Pasha.

When the garrison major general learned that Osman Pasha had destroyed a Russian Imperial warship on the way to the port of Sinop, he immediately faced Osman Pasha with more enthusiasm and told Osman Pasha that there would be a meeting tonight. An important banquet required Osman Pasha to attend.

Faced with the enthusiastic invitation of the garrison major general, Osman Pasha naturally agreed without ceremony.

That night, a grand welcome ceremony was held at the garrison headquarters in Sinop Port.

In addition to the garrison major general and Osman Pasha, those attending the meeting were merchants located in Sinop Port and nobles living near Sinop Port.

At the silent spot of the double-decker battleship, a large-scale Russian fleet was quietly approaching.

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