Make France Great Again

The British 1st Division, located on the left flank of Kurgan Mountain, saw the flag of the British Royal Army raised on the front bastion of Kurgan Mountain, and immediately made up its mind to conquer the damn trench in front of it in the shortest possible time.

"Pass my order! The whole regiment of the Scots Fusiliers press in! No matter what the price is, I just want victory!" Sir George Brown, the commander of the First Division on horseback, ordered his adjutant to rush to the Scots Fusiliers to kill him. The order was conveyed to the regiment commander, who did not want to be the last army to reach the top of the mountain.

"Yes!" The adjutant saluted his commander with a serious face, then rode on horseback to the commander of the Scottish Fusiliers in charge of the attack, and conveyed Sir George Brown's order to the commander.

The commander of the Scottish Fusiliers, who received the order, looked at the adjutant in front of him in disbelief. No one in his regiment understood how tenacious the group of Russian soldiers on the mountainside was better than their regiment.

In just over three hours, nearly one-fifth of the soldiers in the entire regiment had already been disqualified. Now, the division commander, instead of allowing the regiment to return to rest, actually allowed them to attack regardless of casualties. Doesn't this mean that we don't treat soldiers as human beings?

"Are you sure this is an order from the division commander?" The commander of the Scottish Fusiliers once again asked the adjutant in front of him. He wanted to hear a different answer from the adjutant.

Unfortunately, the adjutant's answer was still exactly the same as the first time.

"I know it's not easy for you too! Now that the division commander's order has been issued, I ask you to execute the order immediately!" the adjutant said to the regiment leader.

A wry smile appeared on the regimental leader's lips. He knew that his regiment might be at risk of completely losing its combat effectiveness after this battle.

As the adjutant said, even if the regiment commander already knows the fate he will face next, based on the obedience relationship between superiors and subordinates in the army and the honorary title of the Scottish Fusiliers, he, the regiment commander, cannot retreat in any way. .

The leader of the Musketeers took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down the mood of wanting to curse, and said solemnly to the adjutant in front of him: "Please tell the division commander, the Scottish Musketeers will fight to the last man for the sake of honor! When the enemy is not there, We will never back down until we are completely wiped out!"

"I will convey your words to the division commander exactly as they are!" the adjutant also responded with a stern look on his face as he looked at the leader of the Musketeers in front of him, who had a will to die in his eyes.

After the adjutant left, the commander of the Musketeers called together several of his subordinate battalion commanders to convey the division commander's orders to them.

"Why is it us!" One of the battalion commanders said angrily, "Are they just sitting back and enjoying the benefits? We have sacrificed too many brothers for this damn trench!"

"This is an order! There is no room for bargaining!" The regiment commander responded to the battalion commander word by word, and then looked around and said: "We are soldiers! We must resolutely execute the order, even if it is the most dangerous order for us We must resolutely implement it! For the honor of Britain, we must fight to the last soldier! As a commander, I can assure you that I will stand with you."

Then, the commander of the Musketeers shouted: "For Britain!"

The battalion commander under his command also shouted "For Britain!"

After a simple mobilization, the leader of the Musketeers and his men formed a dense formation in company units and marched steadily toward the trench on the left side of Kurgan Mountain. Almost every Musketeer soldier's face revealed numbness. Military Band It is also at this moment that the movement of progress is played.

When the Scots Fusiliers arrived near the trench, the Russian Imperial troops on the trench once again attacked the Scots Fusiliers.

What is strange is that this time the Scottish Musketeers were not attacked by artillery, and the firepower of the Russian troops in the trenches was much weaker than before.

While such changes made the Scottish Musketeers confused, it also enhanced their confidence.

The Scottish musketeers armed with Lee-Enfield 1853 rifles fired at the Russian Imperial troops in the trench. Under the powerful firepower of the rifles, the Russian Imperial troops in the trench fell one after another.

The casualties imagined by the leader of the Scottish Fusiliers did not appear. When the leading troops approached the trench, the Russian troops in the trench and beside the parapet began to retreat backwards.

Without cover, the gap between the Russian Imperial Army and the Scots Musketeers widened further, and many Russian soldiers were felled by the Scots Musketeers.

When the first company of musketeers arrived at the trench, the sight in front of them shocked the musketeers. The trench was already filled with soldiers from the Russian Empire. They were wailing in pain and asking for help. It looked like hell had come. Same as the human world.

Unable to bear it, the company commander of the vanguard quickly ran to the regiment commander and reported the situation in the trench to the regiment commander. After listening to the company commander's description, the regiment commander followed the company commander to the trench and looked at the people lying in front of him. The enemy on the ground, the regiment leader sighed and shouted in Russian to the Slavic animals lying on the ground: "The follow-up medical team will be here soon! You will be saved soon!"

Later, the captain of the Scottish Fusiliers found a Russian officer who was not too seriously injured (his right hand and left leg were broken by Lee Enfield) and asked him about the whereabouts of the Russian Imperial Army.

"What you see now are all our members!" The Russian officer, leaning against the wall made of loess, responded to the head of the Scottish Fusiliers with an indifferent expression.

"Impossible! During the last attack, you still had enough troops to counterattack us!" the regiment leader said to the Russian officer with a look of disbelief.

"Those are the teams led by Prince Peter Gorchakov! Wherever they are needed, they will go to carry out reinforcement work! After our crisis is resolved, they will naturally not stay here!" The Russian officer gritted his teeth. Di responded to the group leader.

"Then you are not..." The leader suddenly thought of something.

"To put it bluntly! We are just abandoned children now!" The Russian officer said to himself with a depressed expression on his face: "A useless abandoned son!"

I don't know why, but when the Russian officer said the word "abandoned son", the leader of the Musketeers felt the same way.

As a musketeers, they are not the "abandoned sons" of Commander Brown.

"Friend, be happy! You and your subordinates have been blocking us for a long time, and you have completed the task brilliantly!" The leader couldn't help but encourage the enemy.

"Really?" A glimmer of light flashed on the Russian officer's face, as he longed for recognition.

"Of course..." The leader nodded affirmatively.

"That's great!" The Russian officer smiled slightly, then fainted against the wall.

…

"Great! I knew they could do it!" Sir George Brown said to himself with a smile after receiving the news of success from the Musketeers.

"That... division commander, I think!" the adjutant said hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Sir George Brown asked the adjutant in high spirits.

The adjutant swallowed, gritted his teeth and said to George Brown at that time: "Division Commander, I think you should apologize to the Scots Fusiliers!"

"Apologise?" Sir George Brown was stunned for a few seconds and responded subconsciously: "Why should I apologize!"

"You clearly know that the Scots Musketeers have already suffered a lot of casualties, but you still let them continue the attack! Doesn't this mean that they are going to die?" the adjutant accused George Brown indignantly.

George Brown gradually put away his smile and his expression became extremely serious: "Then what should I do? Remove the Scottish Fusiliers and replace them with another regiment. Who will fill the gap? If the follow-up troops are easy, If we win, will there be any complaints from the Musketeers?"

The adjutant was speechless. There was nothing wrong with George Brown from a rational perspective, but from a perceptual perspective, George Brown's order was too unhuman!

"This is a battlefield! It is not a social place, and there is no room for any perceptual thinking!" Sir George Brown criticized severely: "I must be responsible for the honor of the entire division! If it is because of my mistakes that the whole regiment of If it is destroyed, I will accept any punishment without you telling me!"

"I..." The adjutant wanted to say something else, but found that George Brown had already moved in the direction of the Scottish Fusiliers on horseback. The adjutant subconsciously asked the division commander: "Where are you going?"

George Brown stopped his horse, turned around and the adjutant behind him responded, "Does this need to be said? Of course I apologize to all members of the Scots Fusiliers at your request!"

"Didn't you just say..."

"I said that the winner will not suffer any responsibilities! Now the Musketeers have won the victory for me. If they need me to apologize, I will naturally meet their conditions without hesitation!" George Brown said solemnly responded.

George Brown and his adjutant were walking in tandem, half a horse's length apart, towards the trench occupied by the Scots Fusiliers. Just as they were about to reach the trench, Adjutant Kingscote appeared in front of them and approached them. Commander Raglan's orders conveyed!

"All members of the First Division are marching to the top of Kurgan Mountain quickly! No one is allowed to stay for any reason!" Adjutant Kingscote said in a stern tone.

"Yes!" the division commander responded to Adjutant Kingscote.

After Adjutant Kingscote left, George Brown said to the Adjutant next to him: "What did I just say!"

"I will inform you immediately!" The adjutant rode on horseback to convey Commander Raglan's instructions to all the troops of the First Division. Find Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com

All members, including the Scots Fusiliers, obeyed Commander Raglan's orders and headed for the top of Kurgan Hill. Curiously, the 1st Division was never seen again in large numbers on the road to the top. Of the Russian Imperial soldiers, only sporadic broken troops wandered back and forth like headless flies around the Kurgan Mountains.

George Brown and his adjutant who climbed to the top of the mountain saw Commander Raglan on the top of the mountain. It seemed that he had been on the top of the mountain for a while. Next to Commander Raglan were the commander of the Highland Brigade, Lord Cambering and the commander of the Highland Brigade. Duke of Cambridge Lantern.

"Your Excellency, Commander, where are the soldiers of the Russian Empire? Why didn't I see them along the way?" George Brown came to Commander Raglan and asked Commander Raglan.

"Look there!" Commander Raglan pointed into the distance. The division commander looked in the direction of Commander Raglan's finger. Less than 3 kilometers away from Kurgan Mountain, a mighty army was heading south. OK.

Please know the website address of this book: 123 Dubi mobile version reading:

"Click here to report an error" "Add bookmark"