Make France Great Again Chapter 488

"Withdraw the troops!"

Just when General Scherder thought that Deputy Commander Gorchakov would order him to lead the second division of the Polish Legion to fight with the opposing coalition forces, it was Deputy Commander Gorchakov's order to retreat.

This order came from the mouth of Deputy Commander Gorchakov, the main battle faction, so contradictory that General Scherder almost thought that he had a hearing problem.

With a stunned expression on General Scherder's face, he asked cautiously, "If I heard correctly, what did you just say about withdrawing troops, Deputy Commander?"

Deputy Commander Gorchakov breathed a sigh of relief and responded with a wry smile to General Scherder in a lost tone: "That's right! Withdraw the troops! We no longer have the capital to stay, and if we continue to fight, I'm afraid we will Not one can escape!"

"Deputy Commander, it's not so!" General Scherder responded to General Gorchakov with an expression of disbelief, "With the strength of our troops, we can..."

Before General Scherder could finish speaking, Deputy Commander Gorchakov interrupted with a false finger pointing into the distance: "Are you sure that the coalition forces on the opposite side will not specifically shoot at our commander?"

"I..." General Scherder opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

The painful lessons of the 1st Division told General Scherder that once they chose to attack, they would also suffer the same fate as the 1st Division.

One thing is for sure, the rifles in the hands of the coalition troops have a far greater range than the rifles in their hands.

In a contest between two armies with a large distance gap, it can easily turn into a one-sided massacre.

What's more, this group of despicable coalition troops is specifically targeting the grassroots commanders of the Russian Empire to kill.

When the grassroots command system collapses, soldiers will just be like headless flies, not knowing who to listen to.

Many historical battles have shown that a scattered army is no different from a herd of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

After thinking about it for a long time, General Scherder finally said, "If you leave like this, I am afraid that Prince Paskevich will not be able to explain it!"

Regarding Scherder's worries, Deputy Commander Gorchakov shook his head helplessly and broke the news: "Actually, His Excellency the Prince did not approve of my action from the very beginning. He thought that it would be better for our army to retreat to the other side of the Danube as soon as possible! In that case, our army can rely on favorable terrain and bastions to counter the coalition forces."

"But isn't our mission to occupy the Silistra fortress, so as to open up the road to Varna and even Constantinople?" General Scherder asked Deputy Commander Gorchakov suspiciously.

When Gorchakov heard Scherder's familiar words, his eyes dimmed, and his face showed a mocking look: "The premise of implementing this strategy is that our army can defeat Silis. The Turkish and coalition forces in the Tera Fortress! Now, do you think our army can really defeat them?"

Having said this, Gorchakov paused, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said: "Instead of letting our troops continue to do some pointless battles here, it is better to withdraw as soon as possible to the north bank of the Danube and wait for the coalition troops. Come on. Maybe we'll beat them in the next counter-attack!"

Hearing the words of Deputy Commander Gorchakov's lack of fighting spirit, General Scherder didn't know how to comfort Gorchakov for a while.

"Since you have made up your mind to withdraw your troops, then I am willing to follow your instructions!" General Scherder said in a gloomy tone, "It's just that His Majesty the Tsar may..."

General Scherder still remembered the order given to them by the tsar's envoy, and now they have not only failed to break the Silistra fortress, but are also preparing to withdraw their troops.

Tsar Nicholas I, who is far away in Moscow, will probably not listen to their excuses, and if he can't make trouble with Gorchakov's position as deputy commander, he will probably usher in a major change.

"This kind of thing, just go with the flow!" Gorchakov said to General Scherder in a slightly relieved tone.

Under the order of Deputy Commander Gorchakov, the crippled 1st Division of the Polish Legion and the intact 2nd Division left near the temporary camp of the coalition forces, and the army of nearly 28,000 people returned in a mighty night. The location of the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Corps.

When the two divisions arrived at the former garrison, Deputy Commander Gorchakov immediately went to Paskevich's camp to find Prince Paskevich.

Immediately after Gorchakov arrived at the camp, he was informed that Prince Paskevich was still on the front line, and Deputy Commander Gorchakov had to go to the front line besieging the Silistra fortress to find Paskevich. Prince Chi.

When Gorchakov arrived at the front, the soldiers of the 13th and 14th corps, under the leadership of their commander, General Hild, continued their fearless charge towards the bastion, vowing to destroy the tower on this moonlit night. Bialymberg won.

The Ottoman Empire is also trying desperately to prevent the Russian army from climbing the ladder to the bastion. Above the bastion, light artillery loaded with grape bombs tried their best to shoot at the densely packed Russian imperial army below. The explosion will surely cause more than a dozen people around the grape bomb to be injured.

Blood splashed on the walls of Tabia Bastion, and white gunpowder smoke filled the entire battlefield.

Everyone in this brutal meat grinder war is trying their best to win, but their two armies never reach a turning point in the war.

"Huh? Why are you here!" Prince Paskevich, who was supervising the war in the distance, asked with a surprised expression after seeing Gorchakov's arrival.

"Commander, I think... Be careful!" Gorchakov was about to say something when a shell fell around Gorchakov and Prince Paskevich, Gorchakov hurriedly pulled Prince Paskevich withdrew.

The expected explosion was not loud, and the shell that fell around Prince Paskevich was a dud.

Just when Gorchakov was relieved that he and Prince Paskevich could continue to survive on the battlefield, a cannonball fired from Tabia's flanking bastion smashed into the crowd. The cannonball just hit the side of Hilde's general, and the grape projectile exploded immediately after falling to the ground, and the lead bullets inside were fired towards the surroundings.

The unprepared General Hilde was immediately killed by lead bullets penetrating the skull, and the soldiers around General Hilde who were responsible for protecting General Hilde also suffered varying degrees of damage.

The soldier whose thigh bone was shattered by the lead bullet could only roll back and forth on the ground, blood flowing unstoppably from the soldier's thigh.

The death of General Hield heralded the failure of the Russian Imperial Army's siege of the Silistra fortress group once again, and the Russian Imperial soldiers were desperately evacuating back.

Prince Paskevich and General Gorchakov also retreated with the main force.

Prince Paskevich, who returned to the camp, asked Gorchakov why he had come at this time, and told Gorchakov that he had no more money to hand to him.

"Your Majesty, I'm not here to ask you for troops, but I hope you can lead us out of here!" Gorchakov pleaded with Prince Paskevich.

Prince Paskevich looked at Gorchakov with a surprised look on his face. He didn't understand what happened to his deputy commander, which made his deputy commander become like him.

"You failed too?" Prince Paskevich asked Gorchakov.

"That's right!" Gorchakov nodded and responded to Prince Paskevich.

"How many people died?" Prince Paskevich then asked.

Gorchakov stretched out five fingers and said indifferently to Paskevich: "5,000 people!"

"5,000 people a day?!" Paskevich looked at Gorchakov with wide eyes and raised his voice.

"That's right!" Gorchakov nodded and added: "And the first division's grass-roots commander suffered heavy casualties. I'm afraid it will be difficult to carry out high-intensity battles in a short period of time!"

"What happened?" Prince Paskevich frowned and asked Gorchakov, pressing his hands gently on his temples.

"The range of the weapons in their hands is farther than ours!" Gorchakov said a simple reason that could not be simpler, but the things reflected behind this reason cannot be summed up in a simple group of words.

"That can't be..." Paskevich murmured to himself for a while, and then asked abruptly, "Where is Brigadier General (Little) Orlov? Where is he now?"

"Brigadier General Orlov has returned to the arms of Christ!" Gorchakov responded in a sad tone.

"Alas!" Prince Paskevich sighed at the death of Brigadier General Orlov. Brigadier General Orlov was originally Prince Paskevich's more optimistic person, but now he died on the battlefield.

It is really called good luck.

"Where is the body? The battlefield is still..." Prince Paskevich asked again.

"I have put the body in the coffin!" Gorchakov replied to Paskevich.

Later, Gorchakov told Prince Paskevich that the guns in the hands of the coalition troops could cause damage to the enemy at a distance of about 500 meters, and many officers in the first division were killed by the coalition troops at a long distance.

The range of their muskets is only about 300 meters (260 meters to be precise), and the accuracy of the muskets will be greatly reduced if they exceed 300 meters.

The gap of more than 200 meters is enough for a skilled soldier to shoot two rounds. After hearing Gorchakov's description of the lineup and rifle of the coalition troops, Paskevich knew that this battle was not Gorchakov. It is also not the fault of Brigadier General Orlov Jr.

If it were him, he would also use this tactic to attack the coalition forces.

After all, facing the entangled barbed wire, Paskevich also had no better solution, and could only use his numerical advantage to win.

Coalition forces, however, have far greater rifle ranges than Russian troops, and their troops face massive combat downsizing before they even get close to the barbed wire.

Morale had already fallen to the bottom before approaching the barbed wire, not to mention the fact that this group of coalition troops specifically targeted their military command to kill, a major collapse was inevitable.

If there is one word to describe the current mood of Prince Paskevich, "Tired! Destroy it!" This sentence could not be better.

Prince Paskevich, who had suffered successive defeats around the Silistra fortress and the French temporary camp, with the support of Gorchakov, once again summoned the surviving generals in the army to discuss whether to return to the north bank of the Danube. .

The generals whose troops suffered a large number of casualties, UU reading www.uukanshu.com unanimously agreed with Prince Paskevich's proposal.

At one o'clock in the morning, the Russian Imperial Army, under Paskevich's order, folded its tent, carried a stretcher, and slowly moved north with torches.

Musa Pasha in the city looked through the telescope and saw the long dragon-like army of the Russian Empire withdrew from the Silistra fortress and returned to the north. In a daze, he ignored Captain Barrett's objection and ordered Bashpo in the city. The Zucker cavalry hunts down the Russian army.

Unexpectedly, he was ambushed by the Cossack cavalry, and the Bashpozuk cavalry of more than 1,000 people was wiped out.

After hearing the news, Musa Pasha in the Tabia Bastion was so frightened that he almost ran away again.

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