Under the order of Jerome Bonaparte, Marshal Regno led two brigades and one regiment to the north bank of Sevastopol through the pontoon bridge built in the port of Sevastopol.
At this time, the north bank of Sevastopol was already in chaos, and there were troops from the British Kingdom everywhere.
"Where is Marshal Raglan?" Marshal Reinio, who stepped into 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 the battle on the east side (Jona River)!" The officer immediately responded to Marshal Reinio.
Marshal Reinio then led his troops to the vicinity of the Joyana River, where they saw Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha.
At this moment, Field Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha, who were riding on horseback, had only four adjutants and a company of soldiers beside them, and in front of them was about a regiment of Turkish soldiers and a regiment of British soldiers who were losing their way towards them. The position slowly approached.
It's a pity that before they got close to the effective range, they were raided by artillery erected on the edge of the cliff by the Russian Empire.
The dense shells hit the British and Turkish troops like a gust of wind and rain, and the sound of explosions and screams resounded on the battlefield.
After seeing this scene, the Turkish army on the left pulled the trigger of the rifle in their hands in a panic.
The Minie bullet quickly flew out of the barrel and hit the "target" in the blink of an eye.
The screams came from the Turkish army. It turned out that the target of the Turkish army was its own army. The 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.
The Turkish army on the left quickly collapsed, and many Turkish soldiers retreated spontaneously, without any intention of cooperating with the British army to seize positions.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Commander Raglan looked at the slowly retreating Turkish army with a look of annoyance on his face.
And Omar Pasha next to him also showed a look of shame on his face. He hurriedly begged Marshal Raglan to let the army withdraw first, and wait a while to attack the position.
"Hey!" Marshal Raglan sighed, "That's the only way!"
Marshal Raglan had no choice but to send an adjutant to give an order to stop the attack. After a while, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Britain also retreated like a wave.
There was a burst of cheers of "Ulla" from the Russian Empire position, and the faces of Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha became even uglier.
At this moment, Reinio's voice came from behind Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha: "Raglan, Omar!"
Marshal Raglan, who heard Reinio's voice, hurriedly turned his head to look behind him, and asked, "When did you come?"
"Just now!" Reinho responded briefly.
"I made you laugh!" Marshal Raglan responded to Reinio with a wry smile.
"It's nothing!" Marshal Reinio relieved, "It was just a temporary mistake! I believe that as long as the British army and the Ottoman Empire can regain their strength and attack again, they will be able to capture this position!"
Marshal Reinio'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 stud at any cost, they would definitely be able to win Get down!
However, if they do this, it will inevitably cause their defenses in the star fortress and coastal forts to become weak.
If Bakhchisarai and Saki's remaining troops attacked them, they would probably be in danger.
Judging from the map, the distance between Bakhchisarai and the northern shore of Sevastopol is only more than 20 kilometers. As long as Bakhchisarai marches at any cost, he is fully capable of reaching Sevastopol in two to three hours.
"Regnio, we need your help!" Marshal Raglan sincerely begged Jerome Bonaparte.
"The purpose of coming here this time is to help you win the position!" Marshal Renio responded to Marshal Raglan with a smile.
Just as Marshal Reinio, Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha were discussing how to attack the position with the least cost, a Russian soldier in green uniform walked down from the position slowly holding a white flag.
The faces of the three showed curiosity at the same time. They didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the Russian gourd.
After a while, the Imperial Russian officer arrived at the British and Turkish quarters, and was brought before Field Marshal Raglan by the British army.
"Marshal Raglan, Marshal Regno, Omar Pasha!" The Russian officer greeted the three on horseback.
"What do you mean? Are you going to surrender to us?" Marshal Raglan on the horse still asked the Russian officer arrogantly.
Facing Marshal Raglan's arrogance, the Russian military officer still showed a neither humble nor overbearing attitude: "Marshal Raglan, I came here on the order of Commander Pavlov to discuss a temporary truce with your army! I believe Your army doesn't want the corpses of your own soldiers to be left alone like this!"
"A truce? Impossible!" Marshal Raglan resolutely rejected the suggestion of the Russian Imperial officer. He sneered and responded to the Russian officer: "Don't think I don't know, what is your plan! Don't you just want to take advantage of this situation?" For a while, send people to Bakhchisarai to rescue soldiers! I can tell you clearly now, don't even think about such a thing!"
After a moment of silence, the Russian officer responded sincerely: "If we are willing to return your flag and the Duke of Cambridge, will your army agree to our terms?"
Hearing the second condition of the Russian officer, Marshal Raglan fell into deep thought. He knew that asking for an armistice now was equivalent to giving the Russian Empire an opportunity to send troops to the north bank of Sevastopol.
However, the return of the flag of the British Guards and the Duke of Cambridge did make Marshal Raglan a little 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.
Marshal Raglan's life would be ruined if the London newspaper reporters knew about it.
Sevastopol would be with him a stain he could never wash off.
For a person of Marshal Raglan's age, his posthumous name is more important than his life.
No one wants to bury themselves in the soil with the title of "Destroyer of Guards Division".
Seeing that Marshal Raglan was shaken, the Russian officers once again assured Marshal Raglan that the truce this time will never exceed 2 hours, and they can also claim that the Duke of Cambridge and the Guards have persisted on the position for a long time. For a long time, the Russian Empire released them out of respect.
"Your Excellency Marshal, please rest assured! We will never let you down!" The Russian officer put on a look of thinking for 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 want to leave any stain.
It is a pity that the Russian officers obviously do not understand what the honor Marshal Raglan upholds is.
Marshal Raglan showed a look of resentment on his face. He took out his pistol and aimed it at the foot of the Russian officer.
There was a "bang" gunshot, and the projectile shot into the soil under the Russian officer's feet.
The Russian officer looked at Marshal Raglan with a pale face. After the shot, Marshal Raglan seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He pointed the gun at the Russian officer out of breath and said, "You are insulting a soldier. Honor! If this is in the duel field, I can shoot you just based on what you just said!"
Marshal Raglan paused for a moment, and shouted to the Russian officer with all his strength: "Now I tell you, there are only British soldiers who died in battle in this world, and British soldiers who are absolutely perfect! Want a truce? Yes, as long as you can Beat us! Get lost! Don't let me see you again!"
The guards around Marshal Raglan looked at the Russian officer with an unkind expression, intending to tear him to pieces if he 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 talk!"
After speaking, the Russian officer left the location of Marshal Raglan.
Marshal Raglan still panted heavily and said to the adjutants beside him: "Go to the front line immediately, help those idiots fight for the army, and then go to battle as soon as possible!"
"Yes! Marshal!" The adjutants looked at Marshal Raglan worriedly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't speak. He just saluted Marshal Raglan and left.
Afterwards, Marshal Raglan turned his attention to Marshal Reinio, and he almost said to Reinio in a pleading tone: "Reinio, help me!"
"Okay!" Marshal Renio nodded, and then stretched out his hand.
Marshal Raglan and Marshal Rainio held hands tightly.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, the sun in the sky gradually came between the mountains from south to west.
The artillery of the Kingdom of Britain is also all ready. It is equipped with three 1.5-inch large-caliber naval guns dismantled from the ship, ten twelve-pounder guns, and more than twenty six-pounder and eight-pounder guns. Attack on their Imperial Russian artillery positions.
The large-caliber shells hit the positions of the Russian Empire, and the air waves created were enough to bury the soldiers of the Russian Empire around the shells in the ground.
"Counterattack! Let our artillery counterattack!" General Pavlov, standing at the temporary command post behind the position, observed through the binoculars that his artillery position was being bombarded by the British Kingdom, and immediately issued an order to the artillery brigade beside him. Order~www.mtlnovel.com~Yes, Commander! "The artillery brigade commander saluted Pavlov and went to the artillery position.
After a while, the artillery brigade commander returned to the temporary command post with a sad face.
"What's going on? Why didn't you fight back!" Pavlov asked, pointing at the commander of the artillery brigade.
"Your Excellency, the artillery range of our army is far from that of the British opponents on the opposite side, and they still have naval guns in their hands!" The artillery brigade commander replied to Pavlov.
"Then what to 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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