Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796

"How long is the enemy's camp?"

Arkady also had this problem. Based on the range he saw now, there was still 15 versts, which happened to be from the rear of the team near Lom to the front of the battlefield.

With such a long queue lined up along the Danube, even though he was usually more in social situations, he knew it would definitely not work.

So he sent an adjutant to find Solovyov late at night. Anyway, this leader of the Guards who used to stand guard in the Winter Palace was also a chief battalion commander. His best thing was to remain motionless and like a night owl. stayed up all night.

As for him at the moment, he didn't have much intimacy with Mrs. Recamier in Odessa. In fact, his physical strength is really good.

In Odessa, what Madam often did was to hold Clara over and show him.

Since he was full of energy, he did not delay anything he should do. At night, he sat on the horse and read information by the bonfire and oil lamp.

"Your Excellency, Prince Suvorov has sent another adjutant."

After the adjutant on duty talked to him, Solovyov saw such a familiar person coming in.

"Why is it you, Fyodor!"

"Why, don't you welcome me here?"

It was Count Fyodor Tolstoy, the holder of the Petersburg duel record, an old subordinate of Solovyov, but also a troublemaker.

It can be said that with Dolokhov, apart from the same face, he has the same name and the same father, and he is also a half-brother, and he causes a lot of trouble.

"According to your temperament, where should you go to take risks, or fool around with your gypsy woman. You, who are often lost in places like that, actually want to seriously serve on the battlefield?"

"It's very boring in Finland. Poor Dolgorukov, he insisted on clashing with Tuchkov. Both of them risked their lives to attack the fortress. One died and the other was seriously injured. He only recovered recently. "

"I know you either have conflicts with your boss, or the boss you have a good relationship with is unlucky."

"You are an exception, Mishka, but you became a general based on your ability. Dolokhov did not miss most of the things. But there is one thing. An honest man at that time was not honest at all later. You still I really like to pick on young ladies, I have my own woman, others are envious of me.”

"Don't talk about this either. What does Alkasha want you to do?"

If Solovyov wanted to chat with this Tolstoy, he would inevitably go in a vulgar direction.

"The prince feels that if the Turks set up their formation along the river like this, and there is a fight tomorrow, the main force of our side attack will be under greater pressure. This is the letter."

Fyodor Tolstoy is more suitable to serve as a detachment, leading a small number of rangers and chasseurs to launch surprise attacks on the enemy, but he cannot do it with a large force.

Working as a guerrilla or performing special tasks is the most suitable place for this kind of adventurer.

To be an adjutant? It was purely because he could move around, and he applied to be an adjutant here through his friends.

Solovyov turned around and still wanted him to take a detachment out to act alone. When he arrived in the Greek-controlled area, such a bold and adventurous person might be able to establish a good relationship with the Greeks just by opening his mouth.

It's a pity that this bastard Dolokhov went to the Caucasus to fight with the Persians. If he had these two living treasures in his hands, he could disrupt Macedonia.

"The letter makes it very clear. What Alkasha lacks is just experience, and he should become a strong general in the future."

That's what he said, but he was indeed a little worried.

But looking at Fyodor, he somewhat wanted to keep him by his side after this battle. When he went south in the future, he would go to Greece under the banner of the Dolgorukov family. He would definitely be able to cause trouble. Something came out.

But this is just an assumption. There is still a lot to do in the fight against the Turks.

The deployment can no longer be changed. Originally, he wanted to close the door and beat the dog, and be surrounded on three sides. Now with Arkady's tail stretched out, he can only consider causing destruction in the city of Lom. At least it can be known that on the east bank of the river in the city , there are some explosives left behind by the Russian army when they retreated.

At this time, if some damage can be done on the bridge, it can have unexpected results and even reduce the pressure on the entire army.

He looked at Fyodor, which made him feel a little hairy, and he remembered the story of Solovyov, who was still the chief battalion commander, following Tsar Paul to check the guard every day.

But this didn't last long. Solovyov finally chose to speak: "Do you know Turkish, or some local language?"

"The language of the Turks? You know me, Mishka."

When Solovyov saw this kid like this, he also laughed angrily.

"Of course I know you. Although you are nice to that gypsy woman, you are still proud of yourself outside. You are lucky not to have Spanish disease! Although there are always rumors..."

"Okay, don't talk about this. I heard that Turkish women are very beautiful, so naturally they are also some."

"Then wait a moment and I'll call an 'expert' over."

When Mihrima was still growing, Solovyov would usually let her sleep for a while, but she didn't want to sleep on the bed. As a servant, she would always spread it on the Persian carpet in the big tent by herself, curling up like A kitten.

Well, if it were Adela, maybe her brother would let her sleep on the bed, and she would make one herself.

"Wake up, girl."

Mihelima was shaken awake by him, and even felt a little drowsy.

"Master, what is it? Do you want to have a midnight snack? I will make it for you right now?"

She was rubbing her eyes and yawning, which looked very cute, especially with such long hair. She would still let her hair spread out when sleeping.

"You don't want to have a late-night snack. You talk to me. That's all. Can you still speak Turkish?"

"Master, if it's anything else, let's talk about it tomorrow morning. I'm going to bed."

This girl obviously has no idea about the battlefield, and I have never taught her anything about it. I brought her out because she volunteered to be a maid. After all, she was still a child, and she was just the drink waiter in the warlord's harem. girl.

"There is an officer who says he can speak Turkish. You have to test him carefully, otherwise, when performing missions."

"Ah, that's the thing, I'm looking for shoes."

It's just that she didn't wear a coat, she just wore the robe underneath as a nightgown and came out wearing Turkish slippers.

Fyodor saw that Solovyov came out with a little girl with disheveled hair and a "nightgown", and he was a little confused.

"Mishka, don't joke with me."

"I'm not kidding, Fyodor, this child is a treasure I got from a Serbian warlord. It's true that she is a maid by my side, but she is also a Turk. Her father is a Belgrade beggar." Yi or something, was beheaded by Stojkovic, right here."

"If I don't say anything else, this little kitten will be a great beauty in the future."

But when he heard this, Solovyov's face dropped again. Fyodor, this guy, couldn't do without women when he spoke louder than him. He tried his best to maintain restraint in formal occasions. Fyodor's mouth was full of... When there is no gatekeeper, it is inevitable that you will have disputes with others.

For example, in the future, before he made friends with Pushkin, he almost prepared to kill the poet in a duel because the other party made fun of him.

If it weren't for Davydov's warm-heartedness and the mediation between his comrades and pen pals, which allowed Fyodor, a ruffian who liked to associate with intellectuals, to settle down, many of Pushkin's works would never have had a chance to appear, and they wouldn't have So famous.

"You don't want it."

Before Solovyov finished speaking, Mihrima spoke: "This gentleman is really boring. The master asked me to test you, but you only think about it"

It seems that this girl treats her submissively, but when she encounters strangers or "dangerous elements", she will turn on the venomous tongue mode.

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This girl's mouth was smeared with honey anyway, and Solovyov could see people's faces, so he covered her mouth.

She was completely different from the usual obedient girl. She even wanted to wave her little fists in protest.

"Okay, Fyodor, let's get down to business. Anyway, I don't know Turkish. You two have to talk it over. Mihrima, it's not good for you to do this. Count Fyodor is my member of the Guards. An old subordinate from the army, he was a second lieutenant when I was the battalion commander, and he was also my deputy in duels. Although he is like this, he is not a bad person. "

Solovyov persuaded the girl, and she calmed down.

"Look, this kid is still a little angry. Let's get down to business now."

Mihelima knew Fyodor's identity. Although he seemed to be a bad guy and unreliable, he was also the master's friend and old subordinate. Then she changed her words: "Since you are the master's friend, I also want to ask Ask you."

Then the two of them started an encrypted call in Turkish. Except for a few who were sleeping tonight and knew little about Turkish, I'm afraid there weren't many people around here.

Since he didn't understand, Solovyov continued to look at the map, and always made some adjustments to the formation after the daytime battle.

We can't let the Grenadier Division really learn from the Greeks at Thermopylae on the front. It happens to be June, and the climate is relatively hot, but more importantly, summer is also the longest. It's just that at Bulgaria's latitude, although the daybreaks early, it's not like in Russia, where there are often white nights.

After waiting for a while, Mihrima pulled her hair and said to Solovyov: "Master, I have already asked this bad guy Count."

"How about it?"

"It would be perfect if you asked him to do bad things. He is much worse than Stojkovic. He is still asking me if I am a pure girl and seems to want to date me."

Solovyov was also "angry" at this moment. Someone actually wanted to transplant the cabbage for him in front of him, but he was one of his old subordinates.

Then he glared at Fyodor. After all, he didn't have a beard, and even if he had a beard, he would have to shave it off.

"Ah, you know my bad habits. It's inevitable when you see such a beautiful woman."

"Fedenka, don't imitate that bastard Anatoly. He likes to deceive little girls the most. He even wants to deceive the old Duke Nicholas's daughter Maria. If you hadn't happened to catch him teasing the old Duke's French daughter, Teacher. Ahem, if the Kulagin family can defraud you of a dowry, the girl will not be happy. "

"Okay, okay. Mishka, I know what you mean. Anyway, can I go on this mission?"

"Even if you don't speak Turkish, a bastard like you is a good material for this job. I have already written a letter. You go back to Alkasha to select the men. When the fighting is fierce during the day, you just need to lead the team to change their clothes. It would be better if they had a British consultant. When you speak English, you have a bit of the Appleby accent."

"Do I look like an Englishman?"

"Perhaps"

"It's better to change to a Turkish person, but I heard."

"You don't need to apalling, Fyodor. Some Turks really don't like women. You should be careful."

"I think you need to be more careful. I heard a strange story from the Hussars. It's about the mysterious maid at the coronation. She is very beautiful and heroic. Unfortunately, she only appeared at that ceremony. He also emphasized that she looks a bit like Yulia, but think about it. Although your sister is a wild girl, she was still very young at that time. Is it you?"

This guy is really looking for trouble.

But Solovyov didn't plan to tell him, just let him go back.

This evening, he did not go out to scout. After all, this was not a typical battle, and both sides were in a stately battle formation.

As a military commander, Solovyov had a lot to consider. At this moment, he had the leisure to lean aside and touch his hand. He actually had an extra cup of coffee.

"Girl, your coffee is too bitter. I drink tea without sugar, but you shouldn't drink coffee without sugar either."

"That way, it can be refreshing. Master, after this battle, you should also have a good rest for a few days."

"In Russia, there are many people like me who stay up late. If a big battle is going to happen, you may not be able to rest for several days and nights. Today's battle is not the biggest battle."

"There are a lot of people down the mountain."

"Yes, there are a lot of people. You know, Lima, five years ago when we were in Austria, the coalition had 100,000 people, more than the French, and the combat effectiveness was not weak, but it was easily defeated in just one day. In contrast, when we were in Italy, we once fought a battle for four days. Although only the two days in the middle were the most intense, the number of people was not that large. If you think I am so tired, there may be even busier days in the future."

"If possible."

"What can I do? When we reach the Aegean Sea, I will probably have a chance to have a good rest."

At this time, the sunrise can be seen soon. (End of this chapter)