Make France Great Again

On the third day after the relief of the Silistra Fortress, under the order of Major General Canrobert, the Bashbozuk Cavalry set out from the Silistra Fortress in the early morning.

After a day-long galloping, we finally arrived at the coalition headquarters in Varna at 5 pm that day.

"What? The siege of Silistra Fortress has been lifted? The Russian Empire has retreated to the north bank of the Danube?" Commander Raglan said in a questioning tone after receiving the news from Silistra Fortress.

Commander Raglan really couldn't understand why the Russian Imperial Army wanted to retreat. The Russian Imperial Army in the mouth of the Bashbozuk Cavalry did not match up with the Russian Imperial Army in his impression that had captured Paris.

The Russian Empire's army clearly overwhelmed the Silistra Fortress and the troops they sent out to support, so why did they have to evacuate in a hurry.

Although the Bash Bozuk cavalry standing in front of Commander Raglan could not understand Commander Raglan's words, he inferred from Commander Raglan's expression that the commander in front of him probably questioned the accuracy of his intelligence.

"I can assure Allah that the Russian Empire has really withdrawn to the north coast! (Algerian)" the Bashbozuk cavalry defended anxiously.

"What is he talking about?" Commander Raglan turned his gaze to Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Brigadier General Trochu and asked.

In this camp, apart from the translators, only Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Trochu, who had been in North Africa for a long time, could understand.

"Let the translator come!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud responded to Commander Raglan with a smile.

Then, he turned his back to Commander Raglan and looked at the Near East region on his desk, gesturing back and forth on the map with his hand.

"Translate, translate!" Commander Raglan turned to the translator beside him.

The translator translated the words of the Bashbozuk cavalry to Commander Raglan, and then expressed his subjective feelings to Raglan: "Commander, I don't think he lied!"

"Okay! I understand!" Commander Raglan nodded, and then ordered the translators and the Bashbozuk cavalry to leave.

After the Bashbozuk cavalry and the translators left, Commander Raglan came to Saint Arnaud and looked at the Near East with a complex expression and sighed: "I didn't expect the Russian Imperial Army to retreat like this! If Suvo General Love would probably crawl out of his grave in anger if he saw their descendants become like this."

"I think this is the norm in Russia!" Marshal St. Arnaud gloated: "I wonder if the Russian Empire's army also retreated all the way to Moscow. Compared with their predecessors, Paskevich is still here after all. On someone else’s territory!”

For the generation of Parisians of Marshal Saint-Arnaud, the damage caused to them by the Russian Empire was simply a nightmare. If possible, Marshal Saint-Arnaud himself would like to dismember the Russian Empire into several pieces.

Naturally, he himself could not understand Commander Raglan's complicated emotions towards the Russian Empire.

"Okay!" Commander Raglan shrugged. He understood that the two sides were at opposite extremes in their emotions towards the Russian Empire, so he did not want to quarrel with Marshal St. Arnaud on this issue: "Since We have defeated the Russian Empire...well! I mean at least they have retreated, so why don't we take this opportunity to announce it to our respective governments! This will also leave our governments room for maneuver in diplomacy!"

"What do you mean..." St. Arnault asked with a thoughtful expression.

"We can use this retreat of the Russian Empire as a bargaining chip, a bargaining chip to force certain countries to join us!" Commander Raglan said covertly, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Some countries want to While reaping the benefits, you are unwilling to join the war against Russia... It’s simply a daydream!”

Marshal St. Arnaud immediately realized that the "certain countries" mentioned by Commander Raglan were none other than the Austrian Empire.

In recent times, the Austrian Empire, which is the leader of Central Europe, has been extremely active.

While they spoke out on international occasions to call for peace and stable development in the Near East, they also quietly contacted the German region to maintain armed neutrality, hinting to Britain and France about the future ownership of the Danube Principality.

It really stole the show.

Commander Raglan felt it necessary to publicize this victory so that the Austrian Empire would know with whom they should side.

"If we force the Austrian Empire too much, it will be difficult to guarantee that they will not join the Russian Empire!" Saint Arnaud raised his concerns.

After all, if used well, the diplomatic method of maximum pressure can achieve the goal with half the effort, but if used poorly, it will turn into an unprecedented military disaster.

"Forcing?" Commander Raglan showed a sly smile. He shook his head and responded to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "No, no, no! We don't need to force them. Since they are willing to act as peace envoys, then we Just fulfill their wishes. As long as the Russian Empire is willing to withdraw from the Danube Principality and dismantle its military base on the Black Sea, then we will promise peace."

Commander Raglan's conditions made Marshal Saint-Arnaud take a breath.

If the Russian Empire really wants to follow the conditions given by Commander Raglan, then the Russian Empire will be equivalent to throwing away all the achievements made after Nicholas I took the throne.

Nicholas I's own throne and even his life would be threatened.

A Tsar who cannot lead Russia to victory will only die.

"If I were the Tsar, I would definitely not agree to your conditions!" Marshal St. Arnaud responded to Commander Raglan.

"If they don't agree, it means we are unwilling to maintain European peace! The war will start again!" Commander Raglan spread his hands and pretended to sigh at the failure of European peace: "At that time, We only need to recognize some of the rights of the Austrian Empire and promise to ensure the security of the Austrian Empire! They will naturally be willing to stand on our side!"

After listening to Commander Raglan's words, Marshal Saint-Arnaud began to secretly admire him.

Whether Raglan's strategy fails or succeeds, the pressure he will bear will not be on the side of Britain and France, but on the Austrian Empire.

As long as the Austrian Empire is unwilling to accept the fact that the Russian Empire occupies the Danube Principality, then they will inevitably choose mediation.

The result of the Austrian Empire's mediation will inevitably favor Britain and France.

However, once the Austrian Empire has the possibility of favoring Britain and France, the Russian Empire will inevitably be angry.

After all, the Russian Empire brought its own dry food to help the Austrian Empire suppress Hungary, and by the way gave the Austrian Empire several million rubles.

Now when Russia needs the Austrian Empire to support them, Austria instead sides with Britain and France.

"This is simply a naked betrayal!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud said in a strange tone.

"Betrayal? How can it be called betrayal for the benefit of the Austrian Empire!" Commander Raglan said with a calm voice: "If you want to blame it, you can only blame it. The Russian Empire is too naive!"

Marshal St. Arnaud nodded noncommittally. Judging from the current situation, the Russian Empire's rescue of the Austrian Empire was really a wrong choice.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Commander Raglan looked at each other and smiled. After a friendly exchange of views, Commander Raglan left the camp, while Marshal Saint-Arnaud still stood there and stared at the map.

After a while, Brigadier General Trochu, who was the adjutant of the marshal, came to the camp again and reported to Marshal Saint-Arnault the news that the commanders of the 2nd and 3rd divisions had arrived at the camp.

"Let them come in!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud said to Brigadier General Trochu.

Brigadier General Trochu walked out of the camp and invited General Bosquet and General Pellissier into the camp.

"Marshal!" Bosquet and Pellissier both saluted Marshal Saint-Arnaud, who had his back turned to them.

Marshal Saint-Arnault turned to Bosquet and Pelissier and said: "Sit down!"

The three of them sat on three wooden chairs. Marshal Saint-Arnaud asked: "Two of you, why are you so anxious to see me?"

After Bosquet and Pelissier glanced at each other, Bosquet asked tentatively: "Marshal, I heard that Canrobert fought a beautiful victory at Silistra Fortress! Is this true?"

"That's right! Major General Canrobert did defeat the Russian Empire near the Silistra Fortress!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud smiled and said to Bosquet: "What? What do you want to say?"

"That's it!" Bosquet asked Marshal Saint-Arnaud respectfully: "We would like to ask, when will the plan to attack the Sevastopol Fortress begin? My men can't wait to do it. One game!”

"Yes!" Pellissier also spoke up: "My gang of bastards have long wanted to teach those nasty Slavs a lesson in retaliation for the harm they caused us in Paris!"

Marshal Saint-Arnaud did not want to believe a word of what Bosquet and Pelissier said.

In the final analysis, they just saw that Canrobel had battles to fight and officials to be promoted, which led to a comparison mentality.

"Don't worry! We won't be able to fight without you!" Saint-Arnault said with a straight face to Bosquet and Pellissier: "However, you two must promise me that you will restrain the discipline of your men in the recent period! During this period of time, I have received many complaints from residents near Varna! They said that French soldiers only do sneaky things all day long, how can we have enough power here if this continues!"

Saint-Arnault's criticism made Bosquet and Pellissier smile sheepishly.

To be honest, the French army was considered a relatively good force in the relatively poor environment of the 19th century. At best, they only molested married women when passing by and had fights in taverns and other trivial matters.

Like the British and Sardinian troops next door who went to other people's mosques to catch little girls.

The final result was that the little girl was let go and the soldier who committed the crime received a mild punishment.

"Definitely! Definitely!" Bosquet and Pellissier assured Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

"Okay! You go back first! I will tell you when the troops set off!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud waved his hand and said to the two of them as if he was driving away flies.

After Bosquet and Pelissier left, Marshal Saint Arnaud frowned and put his hand on his abdomen.

After a while, Marshal Saint-Arnaud's expression became painful, his face became pale, and hot sweat flowed down his forehead.

"God! Please give me a little more time!" St. Arnaud prayed to God in a low voice. He did not want to fall at this time.

After a while, the pain gradually disappeared, and Marshal Saint-Arnaud's expression gradually returned to its original state.

After briefly adjusting his clothes and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he shouted out the door again.

Brigadier General Trochu entered the camp, and Marshal Saint-Arnault gave him an order: "Immediately convey the war of withdrawal of the Russian Empire to Paris! Remember to act quickly!"

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