Make France Great Again

As the "replacement" of the Duke of Cambridge, Baron Raglan naturally understood that the Duke of Cambridge participated in this war to obtain the honor that matched his title, and Baron Raglan was also happy to see it happen.

After all, since he had intervened and snatched someone's position, Baron Raglan would naturally have to give him some compensation, as long as the Duke of Cambridge was willing to carry out his orders.

At present, it seems that the Duke of Cambridge respects his superior.

"Listening to what you said, my nervousness has improved a lot! I hope our soldiers will not make any big mistakes in the next battle with the Russian Empire!" The Duke of Cambridge spoke of serious topics in a relaxed tone.

"What? Are you blaming me for forcing the British army onto the battlefield!" Baron Raglan was not angry at all because of the Duke of Cambridge's words. He asked the Duke of Cambridge in a brisk tone.

"Don't dare!" The Duke of Cambridge put away his smile and responded to Baron Raglan.

"Don't worry! We won't be facing the Russian Empire directly in the short term!" Raglan, the Duke of Cambridge, responded.

"Huh?" The Duke of Cambridge glanced at Baron Raglan in confusion and asked, "Does it mean that our army no longer needs to go to Silistra?"

"Come here!" Baron Raglan waved from the Duke of Cambridge.

The Duke of Cambridge entered the room and closed the door.

Baron Raglan lowered his voice and told the Duke of Cambridge about his conspiracy with Canning.

After hearing Baron Raglan's conspiracy, the Duke of Cambridge looked at Baron Raglan with fear and excitement, and also lowered his voice and said to Baron Raglan: "Your Excellency, Commander, do you know that you... You are disobeying the government!”

"I'm just doing what I think is right!" Baron Raglan showed a sly smile and said meaningfully: "Besides, the war with the Russian Empire does not need to care about temporary gains and losses! We must consider the overall situation! Since If we unite with the French Empire, then we must also respect their opinions!"

"Yes!" The Duke of Cambridge also echoed: "We must respect the opinions of the French army!"

In this way, the old man and the young man reached an agreement on the issue of the British army.

"However!" The Duke of Cambridge changed the topic and shrugged his shoulders and said to Baron Raglan: "This method can only fool the people of London. My brother-in-law is not an easy guy to fool. He has many tricks. Come on!"

"His Royal Highness, I hope you can bear with me a little more! I believe His Royal Highness can understand our intentions!" Baron Raglan replied to the Duke of Cambridge.

The Duke of Cambridge shook his head at Baron Raglan and said with emotion: "Your Excellency, Commander, have you already thought about dragging me into the water?"

"No!" Baron Raglan shook his head in response, and then said sincerely: "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten about His Highness the Prince!"

The Duke of Cambridge was somewhat unconvinced by Baron Raglan's response.

However, he was still willing to help Baron Raglan on this issue. After all, his glory depends on this army.

…

After the gunboats sent by France met the British steam sail battleships, under the guidance of the French gunboats, the British fleet approached the port of Varna.

After entering the port, the British fleet stopped in the middle of the port. Small boats were launched one after another, and soldiers began to line up to disembark under the command of the officers.

Baron Raglan and his lieutenants were among the first troops to land.

The boat slid with ripples caused by the oars. Baron Raglan, who was standing on the bow of the boat, used the faint starlight projected from the vast starry sky to the sea to see the two rows of guards standing at the port pier, as well as the crowd between the guards. .

"Your Excellency, Commander, it seems that they are well prepared. Who is this? We have pledged the information." The Duke of Cambridge next to Baron Raglan pointed at the figure on the dock and whispered.

Baron Raglan looked at the dock in the distance and responded calmly: "I'm afraid there is a telegraph to Rhodes Island in this camp!"

"To Rhode Island?!" The Duke of Cambridge couldn't help but marveled: "I didn't expect that the French army would be so rich!"

…

As the boat approached the dock, its originally dark outline gradually became clear.

The person standing on the pier was none other than the Commander of the French Expeditionary Force, Chief of the French General Staff, and French Marshal Saint-Arnaud. The commanders standing around him were General Canrobert, Commander of the First Division, and Beaulieu, Commander of the Second Division. General Skye, General Pelissier, commander of the 3rd Division (Guards Division), and Brigadier Generals McMahon and Bazin...

"What a huge formation!" Baron Raglan muttered quietly.

"Yes!" The Duke of Cambridge was also surprised by the formation of the French army.

On the port pier, Saint-Arnaud, who was holding the marshal's scepter tightly in his hand, looked at the boat that was gradually approaching them, and couldn't help but said to Canrobert beside him: "Canrobert, I bet that this There is definitely a commander of the British Expeditionary Force in this batch of boats!"

Gu Yan/span "Marshal Your Excellency, I won't bet you on this!" General Canrobert said in a teasing tone.

"Why?" Saint-Arnaud asked Canrobert.

"Because Baron Raglan is among them, and he is the first boat to arrive at us!" Canrobert said to Saint Arnaud.

"Have you met him?" Saint-Arnaud looked at Canrobert in surprise.

"I once had a chance encounter with him!" Canrobert nodded and said to Saint Arnaud.

"Forget it!" Saint Arnaud said angrily.

Under Saint Arnaud's gaze, the first boat gradually docked at the dock where Saint Arnaud was located.

Because the one-armed old man and a relatively young middle-aged man jumped off the boat.

Looking at the old man's empty arms, Marshal Saint-Arnaud, you can tell that the old man in front of you is Baron Raglan. He hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his right hand and said to Baron Raglan: "Welcome the British army to the port of Varna. ,gentlemen!"

"Your Excellency Saint Arnaud, thank you very much for coming to greet us in person!" Baron Raglan stretched out his only remaining left hand to shake hands with Saint Arnaud, because out of pride, he did not call Saint Arnaud. He was appointed Marshal and addressed as Your Excellency.

Facing the little tricks played by Baron Raglan in terms of titles in order to maintain his self-esteem, Saint Arnaud didn't care at all.

The hands of Baron Raglan and Saint Arnaud were tightly held together, which meant that the two armies of France and Britain successfully met in Varna.

Afterwards, Saint Arnaud introduced the brigadiers and generals around him to Baron Raglan one by one.

Baron Raglan shook hands with them in turn, and then introduced the Duke of Cambridge to them together with the next group of aide-de-camps.

General Saint-Arnaud also shook hands with them.

After a brief understanding of each other, Baron Raglan, led by Saint Arnaud, entered the French military camp on a cement road soaked by melting snow (this cement road was built after the French Imperial Army came over).

Looking at the dotted but well-proportioned camps in front of him, Baron Raglan couldn't help but think of the British military camps. Compared with this military camp, the British military camps looked like pigsties.

Not only were garbage and urine and feces everywhere, the entire military camp was also noisy late at night, and there would never be such a quiet scene as now.

Immediately, Marshal St. Arnaud asked Baron Raglan if he wanted to see the tents he had prepared for the British army.

"Of course!" Lord Raglan nodded and responded to Marshal St. Arnaud.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Baron Raglan were walking due west, and after a journey of nearly 30 minutes, they finally arrived at an empty military camp.

"Look! This is the military camp we have prepared for you!" Saint Arnaud responded to Baron Raglan.

"Thank you to the French army for helping us!" Baron Raglan expressed his gratitude to Marshal St. Arnaud, and then ordered his adjutants to organize the British army to enter the camp.

When Saint Arnaud and Baron Raglan returned to the French camp again, the sky had already broken.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud once again invited Baron Raglan and the Duke of Cambridge to enter the French Army Camp for breakfast.

Baron Raglan and the Duke of Cambridge did not refuse the invitation of Marshal St. Arnaud. Surrounded by a large group of officers, the commanders of Britain and France in the Near East entered a temporary camp made of wood. Inside. The cooks in the military camp prepared the delicious food that the marshal had mentioned half a day in advance.

Although it is still early in the morning, the tables in the camp are already filled with all kinds of delicacies, including foie gras and snails shipped from France, caviar from Britain, and chicken pilaf and chicken pilaf from the Ottoman Empire. Almond soup…

When everyone was seated, the cook poured two glasses of fine Bordeaux red wine into everyone's glasses. Marshal St. Arnaud and Lord Raglan clinked their glasses with each other and gathered around them. The surrounding military commanders shouted in unison.

"Cheers to His Majesty the Emperor/Her Majesty the Queen!"

For a time, the atmosphere in the entire wooden house became heated. Look for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan． ｃｍ After drinking a glass of wine, everyone's face was more or less rosy, and a feeling of tipsiness flooded into their minds.

"Thank God! Let our two armies fight against the Russian Empire here!" Baron Raglan said to Marshal St. Arnaud.

"Yes!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud responded: "Every gentleman in the civilized world gives me the responsibility and obligation to fight against this greedy polar bear! Drive them back from this sacred land. To your own bear den!”

"Bear!" Baron Raglan was startled, then stood and nodded: "Yes! They are a group of bears, a group of greedy bears! So we must cut off their bear claws and let them get out of the Near East!"

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