Make France Great Again

In this season when the beginning of summer has passed, a sudden solar rain broke the sultry weather that had lasted for a long time in the small town of Yevpatoria on the Crimean Peninsula.

The light rain pattered down the soil in the town of Yevpatoria, making the originally dry soil like sand and gravel become slippery. When you step lightly on it with leather boots, you can clearly see that your feet are sinking into the mud. During the whole process, if you pull hard, you can still hear a "squeaking" sound, and a few drops of muddy water are brought out of the mud pit by the leather boots and splash on the trouser legs and leather boots. The originally hot air has now become moister, and the vicious sun hanging in the sky has become much softer.

Looking around the town of Yevpatoria under the drizzle, there is a green scene everywhere. In the fields outside the town, potato shoots are growing vigorously in the fields moistened by rain.

However, for the free people living here, the transition between spring and summer is undoubtedly the most difficult, because they still have to wait three to four months to experience the joy of the harvest.

During this period, the free people in the small town of Yevpatoria could only survive by taking out the rations they had stored in the previous year.

Of course, this is only for some slightly poor free people. For those wealthy farmers in small towns, or small nobles who hold part of the land and serfs, this season is often the best time. You can use the surplus assets on hand to acquire small plots of land from bankrupt freemen, or even turn a freeman into a serf again.

However, after the free people in the small town of Yevpatoria could not afford the high taxes of the Russian Empire, they often sold their fields at low prices and worked with the Tatars as members of the Gryll Palace. They are horse bandits.

However...no matter the serfs, free people, rich peasants or small nobles, they would not know that a sudden disaster was about to befall this small town.

When the big pendulum clock hanging on the town church reached 4 p.m., several warships appeared on the sea outside the town of Yevpatoria, and they were heading towards Yevpator at an extremely fast speed. The town of Ria is close by.

After the sailor in charge of guarding the observation deck saw such a large fleet appearing on the sea through his telescope, he thought it was the Russian Empire's support fleet. He was overjoyed at first, and then when he discovered that the naval flag hanging on the fleet was not the Russian Empire's naval flag, but After it was the tricolor flag of the French Empire (the sailor didn't know which country the tricolor flag represented, he just thought the flag style was different from the Russian Empire), his expression immediately changed from joy to panic.

The sailors hurriedly ran from the observation tower to the town, shouting loudly: "It's not good! It's not good!"

The peaceful residents of the town had curious looks on their faces after hearing the sailor shouting like this. They didn't understand why the sailor was so panicked.

Just when the sailors were at a loss, Nikolay Ivanovich Kasinache, the mayor of the town of Yevpatoria, the military commander of the town (the leader of the militia), the director of customs and the commander of epidemic prevention and control. Yev came to the sailor holding an umbrella and asked: "What's wrong?"

As the most famous and powerful rural aristocrat in the local area, the white-haired Kasinacheyev is the anchor of the entire town.

When the sailor saw Mayor Kasinacheyev, his panic suddenly calmed down a lot. He quickly told the mayor what he saw at the observation tower.

After hearing the sailor's words, Mayor Kasinacheyev also showed a solemn expression on his face: "Please describe to me carefully what color flag is flying on the warship!"

After thinking carefully for a moment, the sailor reported to Kasinacheyev: "I remember that there are three colors on the flag: blue, white, and red!"

After hearing the sailor's description of the flag's color, Mayor Kasinacheyev suddenly felt more at ease.

The warship flag described by the sailor was obviously the tricolor flag of the French Empire. As long as it was not the flag of the Ottoman Empire, everything was fine.

If it were the flag of the Ottoman Empire, then their town would probably face a vendetta.

No one knows the barbarity of the Turks better than Mayor Kasinacheyev. When Mayor Kasinacheev was young, he was also a member of the Russian Imperial Army.

At that time, under the orders of the great Emperor Alexander, he fought against the French Imperial Army and the Ottoman Empire respectively.

In his opinion, the battle with the French Imperial Army was still a gentleman's battle. The French Imperial Army maintained a policy of not following the torture and killing of prisoners when it came to treating prisoners.

After defeating the Russian Empire's army, one of the things the Ottoman Empire liked to do most was to wantonly massacre the wounded who were forced to stay where they were.

They even carried out massacres on their own territory.

"Fortunately! Fortunately!" Mayor Kasinacheyev muttered to himself in relief.

"Mayor! Are the Turks coming?" The anxious voice of the sailor reached Mayor Kasinacheyev's ears.

Kasinacheyev calmed down and shook his head at the sailors, and then responded loudly: "Everyone, please don't worry! This is a fleet from a civilized country!"

Mayor Kasinacheyev's words made the residents of the town feel a little calmer.

"Father, what should we do now?" The man standing next to Kasinacheyev holding an umbrella for him, his son, who is also the adjutant of the mayor of the whole town Kasinacheyev, held in his hand Controlling a militia force of more than a hundred people, he lowered his voice and suggested to Kasinacheyev: "Should we report to Prince Menshikov on the other side of Alma!"

"Stupid!" Kasinacheyev glared at his son fiercely, "If you go and report the news at this time, you are really not afraid that they will directly bring you to justice!"

After Kasinacheyev's son heard Kasinacheyev's reprimand, he subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "Don't tell me, they are a civilized army!"

"No matter how civilized you are, you will not be allowed to tip off the news!" Kasinacheyev said with hatred: "Use your brain and think about it. How can they say that they are also enemies of the Russian Empire and treat the tip off?" The messenger will not be merciful!"

"Then what should we do now? Just wait like this?" Kasinacheyev's son asked his knowledgeable father again.

"What else can we do! Take your people and go to the dock!" Kasinacheyev reluctantly ordered his son.

"Hiss!" Kashinacheyev's son begged in horror: "Father, my troops can't defeat them at all!"

"Who asked you to fight them! I asked you to assemble the troops in your hands and greet them! Only in this way can they believe that we do not want to fight against them! Do you understand?" Kasinacheyev said to scolded his son.

"Oh!" Kasinacheyev's son nodded in understanding, and then asked worriedly: "Father, will those troops try to seize our family's property?"

As the richest man in the town of Yevpatoria, Kasinacheyev relied on his position to save tens of thousands of francs in twenty years.

"Just think of it as a loss of money and avoidance of disaster!" Kasinacheyev showed a painful expression on his face.

In fact, as his son said, although France is a civilized army, this civilization is limited to not killing people, and robbing a small town of property is a daily operation.

"Yes!" Kasinacheyev's son responded.

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When two ironclads and three troop carriers were about to mortgage the port of Yevpatoria town, the observation level on the ironclads saw Kasinacheyev at the dock through the telescope.

At this time, Kasinacheyev was holding a white flag in his left hand and a dusty tricolor flag in his right hand. He looked like the president of the maintenance committee, which made everyone on the observation deck laugh.

After the laughter ended, the sailors on the observation deck informed the captain of the ironclad deck about the town.

The captain immediately reported the situation to Commodore McMahon inside the ironclad ship.

"The town of Yevpatoria surrendered?" Commodore McMahon asked the captain in disinterest.

"That's right!" the captain responded to Commodore McMahon.

"Then assign someone to go over and communicate with them!" Brigadier General McMahon shook his head and sighed. He knew that this town probably did not have any regular troops from the Russian Empire.

Thinking of the exhausting mobilization work here, but finally getting such a result, Brigadier General McMahon felt a little irritable.

Just like this, under the order of Brigadier General McMahon, the ironclad ship and troop carrier were anchored in an area less than 100 meters away from the port. A steam speedboat was released from the ironclad ship, and the person in charge of the negotiation was on board the speedboat.

When the speedboat arrived at the pier, Kasinacheyev hurriedly stepped forward to greet the guests.

"Welcome to the arrival of the French Imperial Army in the town of Yevpatoria, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuａan.com. I am Kasinacheyev, the mayor of the town!" Kasinacheyev introduced himself to the representatives.

"I am the representative of Brigadier General McMahon! Now I officially inform you that your town has been occupied by us! If you want to resist, the consequences will be borne by you yourself!" The negotiator treated Cassie first with force and then with courtesy. Nacheyev said: "On the other hand, if you are willing to cooperate with us, we can ensure the safety of life and property of everyone in your town!"

"Yes! Yes! Our town is willing to cooperate with the French Imperial Army!" Kasinacheyev responded quickly.

"Very good! I hope we can cooperate happily in the future!" The negotiator stretched out his hand and said to Kasinacheyev.

"Happy cooperation! Happy cooperation!" Kasinacheyev said with a flattering smile.

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