Make France Great Again Chapter 637

August 19, 1854, early morning.

Torrential rain shrouded the capital of Crimea, Simferopol, in the southern part of Crimea under the influence of the Mediterranean climate. Such thunderstorms are very rare.

That is to say, under such weather, a small team of only six people wearing a simple raincoat and riding horses set out from Simferopol, along the official road paved with gravel, all the way to the east. Then we arrived near the Vorontsov trail on the Kacha River.

When the team set foot on the Vorontsov trail leading to Sevastopol, the rain began to gradually decrease, and the thick clouds shrouded in the sky gradually became thinner as the team moved forward.

After about an hour and a half of walking, the sky began to clear.

Three hours later, they came to the first line of defense of the coalition forces, near the Jinling of Fedowu, and they quickly raised the prepared white flag above their heads.

At this time, the French troops stationed in the highland fortifications on both sides of the Vorontsov Trail near the Golden Tomb of Fedow saw this team with a white flag, and they were enjoying their lunch. Clinging to the bunker, he asked the team on the Vorontsov Trail: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't shoot, we're a team from Simferopol!" a leader-like man waving a white flag in his hand shouted in French to the French soldiers on the Causeway Heights: "We're serving the Crimea. Negotiations with your commander Pelissier have been ordered by the Governor!"

"How do you prove it!" The French soldiers on the Causeway Heights also shouted loudly.

"I have a letter from our Commander Gorchakov to Commander Pelisie! If you don't believe me, you can send someone down! I won't lie to you!" The "chief" shouted loudly.

After hearing this, the French company commander on the Causeway Heights immediately communicated with the veterans of the causeway, and decided to send a man down at the same time as he sent another soldier on horseback to the commander of the second division of the Golden Tomb of Fedou. So, tell the news to the division commander in the command post.

"Wait a minute!" The company commander of Causeway Heights shouted to the subordinate leader, and then the three soldiers holding the Mignet guns ran down from the causeway height together with the company commander.

"Where's the letter?" asked the company commander, who pointed the flintlock pistol at them.

The "leader" hurriedly took out the letter and handed it to the company commander. After the company commander glanced at the envelope and seal, he solemnly returned the letter to the "leader", "Please wait here for a moment!"

"Okay! I hope you can be faster!" The "leader" shrugged and turned to order the others to dismount and rest.

After the crisis was over, the company commanders eagerly asked if they had eaten lunch, and if not, if they would like to have lunch with them.

"Thank you very much! Then we will be more respectful than obedient!" The "leader" responded with a smile.

At the invitation of the company commander, the "leader" and his party climbed up the causeway highland for dinner, and the "leader" who entered the highland quickly showed his ability to dance and mingle with the soldiers.

In a friendly tone, he asked the soldiers what they thought about going to the Crimea Peninsula to fight. Except for a few soldiers who complained that the environment on the Crimea Peninsula was a little uncomfortable, the vast majority of the soldiers had no idea about fighting with the Russian Empire on the Crimean Peninsula. Combat is not excluded.

"Don't you want to go home?" The "leader" asked the soldier in a friendly tone.

"Think!" The soldier nodded and said, "However, we hope to be able to go home full of honor!

And our supervisor told us that we will be able to go back when spring starts next year! "

"That's it!" With a thoughtful look on the "leader"'s face, he shook his head and said, "However, I don't think our army of the Russian Empire will be defeated by you so quickly! Although your army is training and The equipment is much stronger than ours, but the fighting spirit of our two armies is almost the same, we are both fighting for God and the monarch!"

"Sir, I'm afraid this is just your wishful thinking! We will definitely be able to defeat you at the fastest speed!" The soldiers retorted with high spirits.

"My friend, it seems that the two of us have differences of opinion!" The "leader" spread his hands and said helplessly, "So I suggest that we should put aside our differences and discuss other content! I heard that your French food is very good. OK, is that really true?"

The soldier who had no counterintelligence awareness immediately said proudly: "Really! Wait a while, you will know!"

Afterwards, the soldiers prepared bread, biscuits, and soaked vegetable soup for them, and then prepared coffee for them.

"Sir, this is our lunch!" The company commander introduced to the "leader": "If you think the taste is too bland, we still have a small piece of lard!"

The "leader" looking at the food in front of him had a look of worry on his face. From the current food of the French army, it can be seen that their army was not affected by logistical factors like the Russian Empire, which means that their army was not affected by logistical factors. There will be no drop in morale any time soon.

It is too difficult to defeat an army with perfect logistical support.

Not to mention, now France is on the offensive and Russia is on the defensive.

"Sir, sir!" Just as the "leader" was thinking, the company commander's voice reached the leader's ears.

The "leader" who reacted hurriedly responded: "What's wrong?"

"The division headquarters is here!" The company commander responded to the "leader" by pointing to the person in the valley not far away.

Due to the distance between the valley and the causeway heights, the company commander could not see who was coming.

After a while, the figure gradually became clearer, and the company commander shouted: "It's Master Boskai! He actually came over in person!"

Bosque? Commander of the Second French Division? ! !

The face of the "leader" who heard Bosquet's name couldn't help but move. He had already heard about the battle report of the second division's extreme operations on the Alma Heights.

So the headquarters of the second division should be near here! "Leader" thought to himself.

"You are the ones who came here on Gorchakov's order?" Boske looked at the "leader" in front of him curiously. He always felt as if he had seen him there, but he couldn't think of it.

"Yes!" The "leader" nodded and responded calmly.

"Where's the letter? Let me see!" Bosque stretched out his hand and said to the "leader".

The "leader" took out the letter again and handed it to Bosquet, who had carefully read the envelope and handed the letter back to the "leader".

"Don't you read the contents of the letter?" The "leader" asked curiously.

"Since this letter is a letter from Gorchakov to Marshal Pelissier, how can I read it in advance!" Bosquet responded to the "leader", and then issued it to the soldiers on the Causeway Heights Order, "Since you found them, then you will send a team of people to send the regiment to Sevastopol safely, and don't do any superfluous things on the way!"

"Yes!" The company commander hurriedly replied to Boskai after hearing this.

The "leader" understood that what Bosquet meant by "superfluous things" meant that they should not see too much of the Sevastopol defense system.

Now that Bosque has given a hint, the "leader" also knows what to do.

He hurriedly bowed to General Bosquet and said, "General Bosquet, then we will go to Sevastopol first!"

"Yeah!" General Bosquet still had a smile on his face, he nodded and said to the "leader".

The "leader" and his party returned to the Vorontsov Trail from the Causeway Heights, and left the Causeway Heights under the **** of the soldiers led by the company commander.

Looking at the figures of the "leader" and others walking away, General Bosquet's smile gradually disappeared, and a gloomy expression gradually appeared on his face.

"You idiots, who asked him to come up!" General Bosquet cursed loudly.

General Bosquet's sudden abuse made the faces of the soldiers on the Causeway Heights show fearful expressions.

"Yes... it's the company commander!" The soldiers replied to General Bosquet with trembling voices.

"That idiot!" General Bosquet cursed again: "Didn't he know that doing so would expose our fortifications in advance? Fortunately, he did not lead them (referring to the "leader") to the division headquarters, otherwise I have to crush him directly!"

General Bosquet, who was venting at random, felt that his anger was gradually subsiding, and he gave orders to the soldiers on the causeway heights to rebuild the fortifications, and at the same time announced in public that the company commander had been dismissed.

Mentioned that the soldiers of the highlands listened to General Bosquet's sentence with trepidation, and no one dared to disobey General Bosquet's decision.

"Okay! I'll go first! I'll come back to check your progress in a few days! I hope you do it yourself!" General Bosque turned and left the Causeway Heights, murmuring to himself: "Who is that person? Why do I always feel like I've seen him somewhere!"

On the other hand, the company commander, who did not know that he was dismissed by General Boske, accompanied the Russian mission along the Vorontsov trail and soon reached the vicinity of the Great Basilica. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

This was the last line of defense leading to Sevastopol, and the French defenders who guarded the Grand Prix were asked which army they belonged to.

The company commander hurriedly explained their origins to the mission, and told the garrison that General Bosquet had met with them.

"Since General Bosquet has checked it out, we don't have to do it again. Go in!" The defenders removed the barricade between the parapet and the parapet.

The mission was able to enter the Sevastopol fortress.

Insert a sentence here. When passing the roadblock, the "leader" took a special look at the roadblock. The roadblock is not a traditional horse-rejecting stake, but something made of barbed wire and wood.

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