Make France Great Again

Early morning on June 10, 1854.

Orange-red Danxia lit up the sky, and thin mist lingered between the Black Sea and the Fortress of Sevastopol. A warship carrying Marshal Saint Arnaud set off from Kamish Port on the south coast of Sevastopol. After more than four hours, we arrived near the Constantinople military port.

Under the curious gaze of the military port lookout, the warship with the French flag flying on the mast slowly sailed into the military port pier and stopped at the port pier.

Just as the port lookouts and sailors were wondering what the warship was going to do when it arrived in Constantinople, a red carpeted ramp appeared from above and below the warship. After a while, a group of French soldiers in blue and white uniforms ran away from the warship. They came down and formed two lines on the dock, seemingly preparing for the disembarkation of the big shots on the warship.

Who is the one? Could he be the emperor of the French Empire?

While the sailors at the port were talking a lot, Marshal Saint-Arnaud and his adjutant, Brigadier General Trochu, appeared on the gangway holding the marshal's scepter.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud, who looked slightly sickly and pale, walked step by step to the port pier. Brigadier General Trochu, who followed Marshal Saint-Arnaud down the stairs with a worried look on his face, walked to the side of Marshal Saint-Arnaud. He reached out his hand to help the marshal who was suffering from illness, but he didn't want to be lightly tapped by Marshal Saint Arnaud on the back of his hand with his marshal's staff.

"I'm not so weak that I can't walk!" Marshal Saint-Arnault said stubbornly to Brigadier General Trochu.

"But..." Brigadier General Trochu looked at Saint-Arnaud aggrievedly.

"But what but! There is no but!" Although Marshal Saint-Arnault's voice was a little weak, his tone was still full of determination.

Brigadier General Trochu had to give up his plan to help Marshal Saint-Arnaud, but he still glanced at Marshal Saint-Arnaud from time to time to prevent Marshal Saint-Arnaud from falling suddenly.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Brigadier-General Trochu entered the military port material storage area from the dock one after another. Here they met the person in charge of the Constantinople military port, Rear Admiral Mehmet Zadler of the Ottoman Empire.

"Marshal Saint Arnaud, welcome to the port of Constantinople! I am the port director Mohammed Zadler!" Mohammed Zadler first saluted Saint Arnaud and then introduced himself in French.

"Mr. Major General, can you please lend us a carriage!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud asked Mohammed Zadler with a smile.

Since Marshal Saint-Arnaud did not notify the Embassy in France of Constantinople's mission, he had to find a carriage to go to the Embassy by himself after disembarking.

"It's my honor to serve you!" Mohammed Zadler said respectfully to Marshal St. Arnaud.

Muhammad Zadler immediately ordered his men to find a carriage that fit the status of a marshal. He himself stood in front of Marshal Saint-Arnaud and chatted with Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

"Marshal, weren't you supposed to be commanding the battle in Crimea? Why did you come back suddenly?" Mohammed Zadler asked Marshal Saint Arnaud.

"I came back this time to report the good news to Paris!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud replied briefly.

"Announcement of good news?" Muhammad Zadler was a little confused. He didn't know where the good news came from.

It has only been more than a week since the victory in the Battle of Alma. Logically speaking, there should not be any good news that would need to alert Marshal Saint-Arnaud so soon!

Could it be that they attacked the Sevastopol Fortress? It should be impossible. How could the combat effectiveness of the British and French armies be...

"The coalition forces achieved a decisive victory in Sevastopol, and now our army has occupied Sevastopol!" Marshal St. Arnaud said calmly.

After hearing what Marshal Saint Arnaud said, Mohammed Zadler looked at Marshal Saint Arnaud with wide eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't believe his ears. Sevastopol was an important town in the Russian Empire. No matter how bad it was, there should be about 50,000 to 60,000 people. It was attacked so easily!

"You...you didn't lie to me!" Muhammad Zadler's tongue trembled, and he felt a little awkward when speaking.

"Does the Marshal need to lie to you about such a major military matter?" Brigadier General Trochu, who was standing aside, scolded Muhammad Zadler.

"No need! It's really not necessary!" Mohammed Zadler responded to Brigadier General Trochu with a flattering smile, and then couldn't help but turn to Marshal Saint-Arnaud and asked: "Marshal, is this true? ?”

"You..." Brigadier General Trochu wanted to reprimand Mohammed Dele, but was stopped by Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud nodded and responded word for word to Mohammad Zadler: "I assure you in the name of the commander of the French Expeditionary Force that every word I say is true!"

"Marshal, please forgive my rudeness! I was really... I was so excited... Before you conquered it, I always thought that no one had ever been able to conquer Sevastopol... I swear... I thought we would take forever. Lost there..." Mohammad Zadler was so excited that he was incoherent.

"Major General Zadler, let me ask you a question! Are you from the Crimean Peninsula?" Marshal Saint-Arnaud carefully looked at the major general in front of him.

Judging from his appearance, he did have some Tatar characteristics.

Muhammad Zadler hurriedly explained to Marshal Saint Arnaud that his great-great-grandfather once lived in Sevastopol as a noble of the Crimean Khanate.

With the failure of the Fifth Russo-Turkish War and the Crimean Khanate being completely annexed by the Russian Empire, his great-great-grandfather fled the Crimean Peninsula with his family property and came to Constantinople, where he is now The fourth generation.

"When I was very young, I heard my grandfather say that Sevastopol is our hometown! If there is a chance, he wants to return to his hometown in Crimea!" Mehmet Zadler said affectionately Said to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "But he has never set foot there in his life!"

"Hey!" After listening to Mohammed Zadler's words, Marshal Saint-Arnaud sighed and said, "Then it's up to you to fulfill this wish for him!"

"I will!" Muhammad Zadler nodded and replied.

Marshal St. Arnaud and Mohammed Zadler chatted with each other. From Mohammed Zadler's mouth, Marshal St. Arnaud learned that there was really a group in Constantinople who wanted to restore the Crimea. The exiled nobles from the homeland of the Yahan Kingdom, and their power and financial resources are among the best in the Ottoman Empire.

"Your Excellency, Marshal!" Muhammad Zadler said with a sincere expression: "If the French Empire is willing to lend a hand to help us re-establish the Crimean Khanate, then the newly born Crimean Khanate will definitely obey France!"

"It's too early to ask this question!" Saint-Arnaud responded indifferently, then pointed to the carriage and said: "The carriage is coming!"

Mohammed Zadler, who did not receive an accurate answer from Marshal Saint Arnaud, sighed in his heart. He knew that it was too difficult to rebuild the Crimean Khanate.

However, he will never give up any possibility, even a trivial one.

"Let me see you off!" Mohammed Zadler said courteously to Marshal Saint Arnaud.

"No need!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud raised his hand to reject Mohammed Zadler's request.

Afterwards, Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Brigadier-General Trochu left in a carriage.

After entering the carriage, Brigadier General Trochu couldn't wait to ask: "Marshal, did you just..."

"It's just chatting!" Marshal Saint Arnaud replied slowly, and then smiled sarcastically and said: "However, there is indeed a way to build the Crimean Khanate he said! If our Emperor wants If we can completely knock Russia to the ground!"

"Probably not!" Brigadier General Trochu shook his head and replied, "Your Majesty should know how difficult it is to completely defeat this huge country! Our actions in Crimea only It can be regarded as a hard blow to the Russian Empire’s calf! I’m afraid it won’t cause much harm to the Russian Empire!”

"Being unable to cause harm to the Russian Empire does not mean that there is no harm to the Tsar! Do you still remember what Prince Talleyrand said back then?" Marshal Saint-Arnaud said with a grin.

"What are you talking about?" Brigadier General Trochu couldn't think of anything for a moment.

"Prince Talleyrand said at the beginning..." Marshal Saint-Arnault put on an expression that looked like an old god, and seemed to be imitating Talleyrand: "You should think of a new reason for the death of the Tsar, sir. It would be so boring if it was a stroke!”

"You mean Nicholas I will face a stroke?" Brigadier General Trochu asked.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud shrugged and said to Trochu: "I don't know about that! After all, I may not be able to see the death of the Tsar!"

As soon as Marshal Saint-Arnaud finished speaking, the entire carriage became extremely quiet again.

After a while, the soldier in charge said to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "Marshal, we are here!"

"Cough...cough" Marshal Saint-Arnaud coughed twice and pushed open the car door.

The three-story red western-style building of the French Embassy appeared in front of Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

Marshal Saint-Arnaud and Brigadier-General Trochu came to the gate of the embassy, ​​looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and knocked gently on the door of the embassy.

Thirty seconds later, the embassy door opened and the second-level secretary, Klein, stuck his head out and said: "You want... (after Klein saw Marshal Saint-Arnault) Marshal Saint-Arnault!"

"Secretary Klein!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud showed a kind smile on his face and greeted the man in front of him whom he had only met briefly: "Ambassador Walewski, are you at the embassy?"

"Mr. Valewski left the embassy an hour ago!" Klein opened the door and invited Marshal St. Arnaud to enter.

"Then where did he go?"

"The French Military Hospital in Constantinople!" Klein lowered his voice and responded to Marshal St. Arnaud.

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