Make France Great Again

Lord Cowley is innocent.

Knowing nothing about military knowledge, he was called over by the French Emperor in a daze, and then accepted the reprimand from the French Emperor in a daze.

What makes people feel even more helpless is that even Jerome Bonaparte has explained to him in great detail why Garibaldi cannot be a landing site, but he himself is like a military insulator and does not understand the heat at all. Some special military words spoken by Rom Bonaparte.

However, the only thing Lord Cowley understood was that the French Emperor objected to Britain using Gallipoli as an outpost.

"Lord Cowley, do you understand?" Jérôme Bonaparte, whose lips were slightly dry, pursed his lips and asked.

"Your Majesty, do you mean to say that Gallipoli is not a suitable place for the army to be stationed! We need to find a suitable place for the army to be stationed!" Lord Cowley responded to Jérôme Bonaparte One sentence.

"You can understand it this way!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said to Lord Cowley.

"Your Majesty, this issue is no longer within my competence!" Lord Cowley spread his hands and replied angrily: "For specific troop mobilization, we need to consult the cabinet, and then after consultation with Prime Minister Palmerston, we will make a decision to the Cabinet. Commander Raglan has to give the order!”

When Jerome Bonaparte heard Lord Cowley's complete military mobilization process, he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

The bureaucracy of the British Kingdom is really incapable of getting things done, and it never knows how to keep its troops and administration simple.

Only after this group of British people suffered some losses in Gallipoli, this desolate and narrow strip of land, will they understand the benefits of the Varna area.

However, nothing is absolute. Historically, the reason why Gallipoli faced logistical difficulties was not only due to the terrain of Gallipoli itself, but also to the issue of military strength.

In the OTl world line, Britain and France only declared war on the Russian Empire in March of this year. In April of the same year, Britain and France had nearly 34,000 people (British 20,000, France 14,000). However, France The 14,000 people were all elite soldiers from the Algerian region. Their combat effectiveness completely overwhelmed the 20,000 British native troops. The coalition troops landed at Gallipoli with blurred vision and no preparation.

At that time, not to mention the ships responsible for providing supplies, even the troop transport ships of the British and French coalition had to be pieced together.

What's more, the entire army not only has 34,000 combat personnel, but also war horses, artillery, and military personnel who move with the army (the British army wife system is criticized here), etc. also occupy a large number of transport ships.

If near a heavily populated town, military personnel can exchange materials with residents of nearby towns and thus become a boost to the entire army. However, on the inaccessible Gallipoli Peninsula, it is obvious to want to carry out such exchanges. It's not an impossible thing.

The military accompanying system that was supposed to be a boost became a nightmare for the British and French armies.

Now that the French army is missing, Britain's logistics in Gallipoli may be much better. At least it shouldn't leave in despair like OTL is a world line.

[PS: In fact, Jérôme Bonaparte overestimated the level of the British Kingdom. On Day+1 after the Walewski telegram was sent, the Gallipoli Peninsula also ushered in a new round of snowfall. , the British army stationed on the Gallipoli Peninsula was suffering from frost due to insufficient logistical supplies. 】

However, Jerome Bonaparte believed that as long as Palmerston was a staunch anti-Russian politician, he would not let the army cower on the peninsula. The British army would definitely join forces with France in Varna. Fight, but you may have to wait a little longer.

"Lord Cowley, I can wait!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Lord Cowley: "But I hope the Kingdom of Britain will not keep me waiting too long!"

"Your Majesty, please rest assured! I will definitely inform London of your thoughts as soon as possible! Please believe that the Kingdom of Britain sincerely wants to stand with the French Empire to jointly maintain European peace!" Lord Cowley said once again.

Lord Cowley thus left the Tuileries and delivered a message to Britain that afternoon.

One more thing to mention here is that since Britain and France had been in a state of hostility before they were formally established as a military alliance, France and Britain had never set up a telegraph line. This means that if the British ambassador wants to deliver a message to London, he can only rely on a courier or carrier pigeon to deliver the message to London.

Fortunately, the railway from Paris to Calais is already connected, and the courier only needs to take a train to Calais, and then take a cargo ship in Calais to London.

However, due to the heavy snowfall in Paris, the railway lines around Paris are in a semi-paralyzed state. If you want to go to Calais, you can only go to a nearby province and take a train?

So the British messenger who was used to delivering messages by train had to relive the days of delivering messages on horseback. The brown stagecoach walked north through the thick snow that did not reach the thighs, and finally arrived at about 8 o'clock that night. A small town at the junction of the Seine department and neighboring provinces.

Gu Zi/span The courier who entered the town to repair for the night continued to ride on horseback early the next morning, finally arriving at Rouen, Normandy Province at noon, where he transferred to a train and arrived at the Port of Calais, and then transferred to a cargo ship again on the 2nd. We arrived in London at nine o'clock on the third day.

The courier who disembarked from the London port dock rushed to deliver the letter to the permanent secretary of the British Foreign Office. After learning that it was a letter from France, the permanent secretary immediately opened the door of the Foreign Secretary Clarendon's room.

At this time, the Earl of Clarendon was looking sadly at the crumpled piece of paper held between his thumb and forefinger. Judging from the expression on Earl Clarendon's face, what was recorded on that little piece of paper was definitely not a good thing.

The arrival of the permanent secretary made the sad-looking Earl of Clarendon raise his head again, and he pondered: "Is something wrong?"

"Your Excellency, this is a letter from the French Embassy!" The permanent secretary strode up to the Earl of Clarendon and handed Lord Cowley's letter to Lord Clarendon, and responded clearly.

"A letter from Ambassador Cowley?" Lord Clarendon muttered quietly.

Immediately, he put down the note in his hand and opened the envelope to read the contents.

After Lord Clarendon read through all the contents of the letter, Lord Clarendon showed a wry smile and said to himself: "This should be just a coincidence!"

Later, Lord Clarendon took Lord Cowley's letter and the note. The place he was going to was No. 10 Downing Street.

Lord Clarendon, who entered No. 10 Downing Street, was led by the Permanent Secretary to the door of Prime Minister Palmerston's office.

"Your Excellency, you can't go in yet!" The Prime Minister's Secretary standing at the door stopped Lord Clarendon, and then explained: "The Prime Minister is talking to Baron Raglan!"

"That's just right!" Lord Clarendon smiled and said to the Prime Minister's secretary: "Please come in and tell the Prime Minister that I have received a message from the Near East and that I need to talk to His Excellency the Prime Minister and Commander Raglan!"

"This..." The Prime Minister's Secretary glanced hesitantly at the Chief Secretary-General standing next to Lord Clarendon, and entered after seeking the Chief Secretary-General's support.

In the Prime Minister's Office, the current British Prime Minister, Lord Palmerston, was smiling and talking with Baron Raglan, the commander of the British Expeditionary Force, who was sitting opposite him.

"Commander Raglan, now that the British Expeditionary Force has arrived at Gallipoli, it's time for you to leave!"

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, I need to postpone it for two more days!" Raglan responded to Palmerston.

"Why?" Palmerston asked puzzledly.

"Because the second batch of troops has not yet boarded the ship! The 20,000 troops are just a drop in the bucket for the entire war situation in the Near East!" Lord Raglan could respond to Palmerston.

"Please don't worry about this! We still have the French Empire as an ally!" Prime Minister Palmerston responded.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I do not think that the French Empire is our ally! Jérôme Bonaparte and his men are just a group of wolf cubs who have been fed unfamiliar food. As long as we relax our vigilance even a little bit, they will pounce on us without hesitation. Us! The hatred between Britain and France has been going on for hundreds of years. I can't trust them with my back! I'm more willing to trust my soldiers than theirs!" Lord Raglan said bluntly to Pa Prime Minister Maxton said.

Palmerston knew that it would be difficult for a general who had experienced the Napoleonic Wars to lower his back to his former enemies with ease, not to mention that Baron Raglan's right hand was on Lost during the Battle of Waterloo, Baron Raglan and the Second Empire can be said to have a broken arm.

Thinking of this, Palmerston subconsciously glanced at Baron Raglan's hollow cuffs, and couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion in his heart. At the moment, he could only patiently persuade Lord Raglan to put the overall situation first.

Baron Raglan, who heard Palmerston's earnest attempts to dissuade him, could not bear to remain stubborn. He assured Palmerston that as soon as the second batch of troops came on board, he would immediately rush to the Near East to command the battle.

Just when the two were deadlocked, the arrival of the chief secretary broke the deadlock.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, the Foreign Secretary is waiting outside the office! He said he wants to talk to you about something important again!" The chief secretary paused, glanced at Baron Raglan and continued: "There is also Baron Raglan to communicate with!"

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