Make France Great Again

Under the order of Jérôme Bonaparte, Marshal Regno led two brigades and a regiment to the north shore of Sevastopol through the pontoon bridge built at the port of Sevastopol.

At this time, the north shore of Sevastopol was already in chaos, and the British Army was everywhere.

"Where is Marshal Raglan?" Marshal Regno, who stepped onto the land on the north shore of Sevastopol, grabbed a British officer who was running around and asked him about Marshal Raglan's movements.

"Marshal Raglan, he is currently supervising operations in the east (Jona River)!" the officer immediately responded to Marshal Renault.

Marshal Renault immediately led his troops to the vicinity of the Joyana River, where he saw Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha.

At this moment, Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha, who were riding horses, had only four adjutants and a company of soldiers beside them. In front of them, there was about a regiment of Turkish soldiers and a regiment of British soldiers, heading towards them before they were lost. The position slowly approached.

Unfortunately, before they could get close to the effective firing range, they were attacked by the Russian Empire's artillery set up on the cliff.

The dense artillery shells hit the British and Turkish troops like a storm, and explosions and screams resounded throughout the battlefield.

After the Turkish army on the left saw this scene, they panicked and pulled the trigger of their rifles.

The minie bullet quickly flew out of the gun barrel and hit the "target" in the blink of an eye.

Screams came from the Turkish army formation. It turned out that the target of the Turkish army's shooting was their own army. Dozens of Turkish soldiers in the front row did not die in the hands of the enemy, but died in the hands of their own family members.

The Turkish army on the left quickly collapsed, and many Turkish soldiers spontaneously retreated back, with no intention of cooperating with the British army to seize the position.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Commander Raglan looked at the slowly retreating Turkish army with a look of annoyance on his face.

Next to him, Omar Pasha also had a look of shame on his face. He quickly begged Marshal Raglan if he could let the army withdraw first and wait for a while to attack the position.

"Hey!" Marshal Raglan sighed: "This is the only way!"

Marshal Raglan had no choice but to send an adjutant to issue an order to stop the attack. After a while, the British soldiers also retreated back like a wave.

A burst of cheers of "Ula" came from the Russian Imperial position, and Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha's expressions became even more ugly.

At this moment, Regno's voice came from behind Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha: "Raglan, Omar!"

Marshal Raglan, who heard Renault's voice, hurriedly turned his head and looked behind him, asking: "When did you come?"

"Just now!" Renault responded briefly.

"I made you laugh!" Marshal Raglan responded to Regno with a wry smile.

"Nothing!" Marshal Rennault said with relief: "It was just a momentary mistake! I believe that as long as the British army and the Ottoman Empire can regain their strength and attack again, they will definitely be able to capture this position!"

Marshal Renault's relief did not comfort Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha. Of course, they knew that as long as they could mobilize all the troops on the north bank of Sevastopol and then stud at all costs, they would definitely be able to get it. Get off the ground!

However, if they do this, their defenses in the Star Fortress and coastal forts will inevitably become weak.

If Bakhchisarai and Saki's remaining troops attack them, they may be in danger.

Judging from the map, the distance between Bakhchisarai and the north shore of Sevastopol is only more than 20 kilometers. As long as Bakhchisarai marches quickly at all costs, he is fully capable of reaching Sevastopol in two to three hours.

"Regno, we need your help!" Marshal Raglan implored Jérôme Bonaparte sincerely.

"The purpose of coming here this time is to help you win the position!" Marshal Renault responded to Marshal Raglan with a smile.

While Marshal Renault, Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha were discussing how to attack the position with the minimum cost, a Russian soldier in a green military uniform slowly walked down from the position with a white flag.

There was a hint of curiosity on the faces of the three people at the same time. They didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the Russian gourd.

After a while, the Russian Imperial officer arrived at the garrison of British and Turkish troops, and was brought to the presence of Marshal Raglan by the British troops.

"Marshal Raglan, Marshal Rennault, Omar Pasha!" the Russian officer said hello to the three people riding on the horse.

"What do you mean by this? Do you want to surrender to us?" Marshal Raglan on horseback still asked the Russian officers in an arrogant manner.

Faced with Marshal Raglan's arrogance, the Russian officer still showed a neither humble nor overbearing attitude and said: "Marshal Raglan, I came here on the order of Commander Pavlov to discuss a temporary truce with your army! I believe it Your army doesn’t want the bodies of its soldiers to be left lying there like this!”

"An armistice? Impossible!" Marshal Raglan decisively rejected the Russian Imperial officer's suggestion. He sneered and responded to the Russian officer: "Don't think that I don't know what your plans are! You just want to take advantage of this. After a while, send people to Bakhchisarai to bring in reinforcements! I can tell you clearly now, don’t even think about this kind of thing!"

After the Russian officer was silent for a moment, he responded sincerely: "If we are willing to return your flag and the Duke of Cambridge, are your army willing to agree to our conditions?"

Hearing the second condition of the Russian officer, Marshal Raglan fell into deep thought. He knew that requesting an armistice now was equivalent to giving the Russian Empire an opportunity to dispatch troops to the north shore of Sevastopol.

However, the return of the flag of the British Guards Division and the Duke of Cambridge did make Field Marshal Raglan slightly moved.

After all, the flag of an army is the soul of an army.

Losing the military flag is not only equivalent to losing the soul, but may also be directly banned.

If a London newspaper reporter had found out, Marshal Raglan's life would have been ruined.

Sevastopol will remain with him as a stain that he will never be able to wash away.

For a man of Marshal Raglan's age, his posthumous reputation is more important than his life.

No one wants to be buried in the ground with the title of "Destroyer of the Guards Division".

Seeing Marshal Raglan wavering, the Russian officers once again assured Marshal Raglan that this truce would never last more than 2 hours. They could also claim that the Duke of Cambridge and the Guards Division had held on to their positions for a long time. For a long time, the Russian Empire released them out of respect.

"Marshal, please rest assured! We will never make it difficult for you to step down!" The Russian officer pretended to be thinking about Marshal Raglan, and he seemed to be sure that Raglan would agree with him.

After all, Commander Raglan is an old man who attaches great importance to honor, and he must not be willing to leave any stain.

Unfortunately, the Russian officers obviously did not understand what honor Marshal Raglan insisted on.

Marshal Raglan had an angry look on his face. He took out his pistol, pointed it at the Russian officer's feet and shot him.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the projectiles shot into the soil at the feet of the Russian officer.

The Russian officer looked at Marshal Raglan with a pale face. After shooting the shot, Marshal Raglan seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He panted and pointed the gun at the Russian officer and said: "You are insulting a soldier. Honor! If this were in a duel, I could shoot you just based on what you just said!"

Marshal Raglan paused and shouted to the Russian officers with all his strength: "Now I tell you, there are only British soldiers who died in the world, British soldiers who have no scruples! Want a truce? Yes, as long as you can Defeat us! Get lost! Don’t let me look at you again!”

The guards around Marshal Raglan looked at the Russian officer with an unkind expression, and they were ready to cut him into pieces if they disagreed with him.

"Okay!" The Russian officer shrugged and said with a firm tone in his tone: "Since the British Kingdom is unwilling to accept our request for a temporary truce, then we can only use war to speak for itself!"

With that said, the Russian officer left Marshal Raglan's location.

Marshal Raglan was still breathing heavily and said to the adjutants beside him: "Go to the front line immediately, help those idiots fight for the army, and then enter the battle as soon as possible!"

"Yes! Marshal!" The adjutants looked at Marshal Raglan with worried faces. He wanted to say something, but in the end he failed to speak. He just saluted Marshal Raglan and left.

Then, Marshal Raglan turned his attention to Marshal Rennio, and he almost said to Rennio in a pleading tone: "Renio, help me!"

"Okay!" Marshal Renault nodded, and then stretched out his hand.

The hands of Marshal Raglan and Marshal Rennault were clasped together.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, the sun gradually reached the mountains from south to west.

The artillery of the British Kingdom is also all ready. It is equipped with three large-caliber naval guns disassembled from the ship, ten 12-pound guns, and more than 20 six-pound and eight-pound guns. Attack at the location of their Russian Imperial artillery.

The large-caliber artillery shells hit the Russian Empire's positions, and the air waves raised were enough to bury the Russian Empire soldiers around the shells in the ground.

"Counterattack! Let our artillery counterattack!" Standing at the temporary command post behind the position, General Pavlov observed through the telescope that his artillery position was being shelled by the British Kingdom, and immediately issued an order to the artillery brigade beside him. ordered. Find the book garden www.zhaosｈhuyuan.com

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander!" the artillery brigade commander saluted Pavlov and then headed to the artillery position.

After a while, the artillery brigade commander returned to the temporary command post with a grimace.

"What's going on? Why don't you fight back!" Pavlov pointed at the artillery brigade commander and asked.

"Your Excellency, Commander, the range of our artillery is far inferior to that of Britain's opponents, and they also have naval guns!" the artillery brigade commander replied to Pavlov.

"Then what should we do! Just sit like this?" Pavlov accused.

The artillery brigade commander was not talking, so his meaning was self-evident.

"Why!"

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