Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796

Soloviev is not like Kutuzov, let alone some Europeans. Although Europeans generally get married very early, the age at which Katya got engaged to him is probably the minimum age he can accept.

Seeing her master like this, Mihlima covered his eyes with a veil with her slender hands and tied a very loose knot.

"How is this?"

"Well, it has a light fragrance. I heard that tulips were very popular during the time of a sultan. This should be the smell of tulips."

"That's the spice I used."

Speaking of which, although she thought she was of a low status, she was a beauty with great potential in Stojkovic's place, and the expenses Stojkovic gave her were not bad.

When she came to Solovyov, although she was still a maid, her status was free and her salary was not low. If she didn't want to follow this master, she could find someone else to serve her if she wanted.

Therefore, she has always been able to use tulip-scented spices, and even when washing Soloviev's clothes, she did not forget to add spices.

Clausewitz also felt strange, but he did not ask questions.

His own commander just loves cleanliness, but he has not reached the level of "Brother, you smell so good", and generally does not use perfume or incense.

Then since Mihlima started washing his clothes recently, the whole person has become fragrant, and even feels a little strange.

However, when Soloviev was on the battlefield, he was not always able to keep his body clean, and there was still some gunpowder here.

"You girl, no wonder my subordinates saw me recently. It was okay when I was here, but when I was in Vidin."

Soloviev sat up, grabbed her wrist, and took her to the side.

This obviously maintains the master-servant relationship. If she was at home with those difficult cats.

But Mihlima blushed a little. After all, the master was really good to her, even if she was the daughter of a Turkish officer's concubine, she might not be favored at home.

Leaning on Solovyov like this gave her a lot of security. She was so pitiful that she didn't even have any relatives. Even if she had any, they were probably in the enemy camp.

"Rima, you are still a Turk after all. If there were people at home, it would be fine. Where can you go now?"

"Even if there were people, I..."

"You are young, but a little precocious. I treat you as a bud, but you think you are already a blooming tulip. If you were a girl, you might go back to your relatives. Although it's not so good here, my wife is of noble birth, but it's different for the servants at home and those citizens."

"I am willing to serve you forever. I understand what you say."

This girl is still a little reserved. If it were St. Petersburg and Paris, it would be too straightforward. This state is like when he and Louisa first met, but because this child is a little maid, it is obvious that she only has a talent for language, and I have never seen her read any books.

But because she is young, she is still very malleable.

"You are such a good child, just don't always get into my arms, you won't feel particularly scared."

What she was thinking in her heart, this kind of precocious child

In short, Solovyov still felt that if he had to deal with some children, it would probably be Nikolai who showed off his steamboat to his friends but capsized in the pond and shy Charlotte.

After all, one is stupid enough and the other is good enough.

I dare not think about what Mihrima will do. If I live in a city in a while, I will probably need female relatives to come.

But it will be in the future. Now he still has to see the enemies trapped inside.

Just when he couldn't sleep here, Uvarov and Clausewitz were on duty and interrogated prisoners overnight.

During the battle, several Turkish officers were captured, and there were even Europeans working for the Sultan.

"What's your name?"

"General, you can call me Murad. I'm an artillery officer in the new army."

"But you speak with a Flemish accent, sir, and that beard."

"Damn it, I'm really from Flanders, but my last name sounds like a fish."

"So you're a European serving the Turks? We still have preferential treatment for officers from European countries, and you shouldn't say anything weird."

"Okay, can you give me a glass of whiskey? If you don't have whiskey, rum will do!"

"We'll give you wine, sir. But we always bring vodka here."

"Damn it, as long as it's wine, we'll be with these Turks. Although they'll supply us with some wine, the quality isn't that good, and it's not even strong enough. These Carpathian caterpillars, Pandur bandits, Barbary pirates, Circassian slave traders"

Good guy, he's been cursing, but there's nothing dirty about it, and it's not repeated, and it's even a little advanced.

Those who know this curse job probably also know that there is a Belgian captain.

"Sir, don't rush to curse those Turks. They are indeed bandits, but we also need to find out how many of them there are."

"Mustafa Bey, a baboon who just came down from a tree, a stupid dodo, set out with 65,000 people. Ahmed Pasha gave him direct instructions. In addition, there was a Pasha from somewhere in Greece who was the commander of the follow-up troops, with about 80,000 people there."

"Wow, there are so many people!"

"There are always a lot of Turks, gentlemen, but they can only fight a limited number of them. Otherwise, they would not let the recruited naval officers come ashore. It's also because their navy is too fragile. I've come here For several years, sometimes the salary depends on the mood, if it weren't for the damn British. Oh, by the way, you can call me Adrian Haddock. I used to be an officer in the French Navy. The British destroyed my ship and home, the revolution destroyed my job, and the Turks destroyed my stomach, this group of Turkish irregulars! "

"It will be interesting to talk to you. Maybe our commander will be more interested in you. He is very familiar with the French. "

Soloviev didn't need to sleep. He was just a little sleepy when he was disturbed by Clausewitz.

But when Clausewitz entered his tent and saw Mihrima curled up on the carpet like a kitten, and Solovyov tossed back and forth on the camp bed with his eyes covered with a scarf, he felt a little funny.

"Mick, you haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"I think you should go to bed later tonight. We caught a French officer serving the Turks. Let's call him a French officer. He seems to be very familiar with these people."

"Ah?"

Speaking of this, he was no longer sleepy.

Then he sat up from the camp bed, so that Clausewitz didn't see his movements clearly.

But this time, he almost stepped on Mihrima's feet. She was taking a nap on the carpet.

"Ah, this girl is always like this."

The child fell asleep first, and Solovyov carried her to the camp bed and covered her with a blanket.

"Do you have a sister or daughter here? The maid you brought with you has never been a master-servant relationship."

"It's none of your business. Let's talk about business."

Soloviev also wanted to get to the point quickly. There was no time to delay now.

"He should know a lot of things. What he is telling us now is that Mustafa Bey, this incompetent guy, has 65,000 people under his command, and there are still large-scale enemies in the future. But it seems that they are not coming completely against us. These 150,000 enemies are all from the Asian part of Turkey."

"What else?"

"The enemy's artillery is short of manpower, so some foreign officers familiar with artillery were found from the naval officers, but the treatment is not very good."

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"Interesting, is there anything else?"

"I think you should meet this interesting former naval officer, Adrian Haddock."

Soloviev was stunned when he heard this surname.

"Hadock?"

"Yes, although this person is a little, as you said, a bit of a slacker, he is still very talkative. A former French naval officer can always open up a topic."

"Well, I can go over, but I have to change my clothes, and I can't go over in this outfit."

Then Mihrima was still asleep, so he had to put on his coat by himself, but since he usually took care of it himself, it didn't matter.

As for meeting this captain, Solovyov was also a little surprised.

He knew that there was an admiral in the UK with this surname, and he was also a loyal reader of the Tintin series, but he could only remember these books roughly and was unlikely to take them out.

"A bit like, it's really too similar. Who is Francois Haddock to you?"

"My ancestor, who used to be the captain of the Navy's 'Unicorn'."

"What the hell!"

When Solovyov blurted out this sentence, Haddock was a little confused.

This Adrian is probably a descendant of de Haddock, but this is not the way to have fun.

"Sir, your subordinates said you have relatives in France?"

"Ah, and they are from the Caribbean, but they are the former French queen, she is my stepmother's cousin, the current queen, and the Grand Duchess of Russia. I am the bride escort, it's really weird, damn it!"

"Haha, I should be able to get along well with you, but do you drink whiskey?"

"No, I just drink some sweet wine occasionally. If you want whiskey, it may be difficult to find it now. If you look for it in the wine cabinet carried by some general, there may be some opportunities. Unfortunately, I am not a general who often carries a wine cabinet."

"It doesn't matter, you The hospitality here is quite good, much better than those in Turkey."

"Of course, after all, Russians cannot live without alcohol, soldiers cannot live without vodka, generals cannot live without champagne and various good wines, even I will try it occasionally. In addition, I heard that you used to be a naval officer?"

"Yes, but I was unlucky. There were no ships when I arrived here. The ship that was originally scheduled for me to command was sunk by your navy."

"There is no way, the people in the Black Sea Fleet are too cruel. What level of ship did you command in the past? Although I am a lieutenant general of infantry, I have also sailed on the sea."

"I used to command a frigate, but it was burned. You know, this kind of thing always happens in the Caribbean, so I can't go back to France."

"Because there are British people everywhere, you run here, it's really better to go to Russia, we have a lot of French people there. The Duke of Richelieu is the governor of Odessa, my friend Count Langgeron is also the general of infantry here, and even our Minister of the Navy is French."

"Yes, but I am not the same as the royalists. I am just a naval officer. Damn it, if the ship we were on hadn't broken down in Algiers, I might have gone somewhere else to apply for a naval officer."

"It's your misfortune to come to Turkey, but it's your good luck to meet us. Russia is short of manpower now, mainly because the navy is short of people. There are few experienced captains. If you are with our navy, Minister, or talk to the Duke of Richelieu, maybe you can become a captain here. Russia welcomes any guest who comes here, especially those who come to find a job, like Crown, who is now an admiral. When he came to Russia, he was still commanding a British frigate "Mercury". "

"Is it that Crown?"

"Why? You are younger than him. Do you know each other?"

"Nothing, I was unlucky. I was surrounded and beaten by the British frigate. I met him when exchanging prisoners. Although he is a British, he is different from those pirates."

"Yes, I admire him too. Even if you have only met him but are not familiar with him, I can write a letter of introduction. "

Speaking of which, letters of introduction are still very popular in Russia, especially the nepotism recommended by generals to each other, and discovering some capable subordinates or talents, which are always useful.

Although Solovyov did not need a letter of introduction in the army, someone had praised him in the correspondence before.

He then talked to the captain again and still felt that they were somewhat compatible.

".Just according to what you said, the Turks should not have brought too many supplies?"

"Yes, after all, they are also anxious to get to Vidin, and you have blown up the bridge in Lom. I have to say, you did a great job."

"That's good, I also know what to do. You can go and rest, and. Karl, get this gentleman some more whiskey to meet his request."