Under the oppressive sky, the originally noisy Kalamita Bay suddenly returned to its old tranquility. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, thick black clouds covered the sky, and although it was only afternoon, it was as gloomy as evening.

No one can doubt that another rainstorm is coming.

With this in mind, the busy transport ships began to gather their sampans and began to prepare for the rainstorm, and the soldiers in the shore camp also returned to their humble camp with curses.

"Boom!"

Soon, in the sudden roar, the clear white silk threads weaved in the dark clouds, and the downpour fell mercilessly on the wilderness of the Crimean Peninsula under the accompaniment of thunder, the thunder rumbled like the roar of cannons, and the sound of the torrential rain falling to the ground was like the beat of drums and gunshots, and the music played by nature in the storm was almost a little more violent than the sound of human beings in war.

This kind of rain is enough to put an end to all human activities, and they huddle helplessly in their own dwellings, waiting for the storm to pass—even if it is the most powerful alliance of military divisions in the world at this time, it can only be afraid of the power of nature.

"Fuck! When is this rain going to be? ”

In a marching tent, looking at the rain and mud that kept seeping in, a French officer in a hussar uniform couldn't help but curse again.

He was the commander of the cavalry battalion, Major Samuel, and belonged to the 2nd Division, having previously landed in Varna with the French army, and followed the main army all the way to the fortress of Silistra, and participated in the battle to free the fortress and repel the Russians.

After the Russians had retreated to their original starting positions, they stood by the fortress and, after some time of repair, received orders from the French command, retreated to the port of Varna, re-embarked on the transports, and finally came to the land of the Crimean peninsula.

This young officer, who was only in his early thirties, was tall and large, with long hair and a beautiful golden mustache, and was very energetic. Like most cavalry officers, he liked to wear dazzling clothes and ride a tall horse through the city, flirting with girls from all over the world, and leaving a history of romance in several garrisons.

He was optimistic by nature and spent money like water, so much so that he fell into debt all year round, and he never worried about the future. And after the outbreak of the war between the Empire and Russia, the ambitious cavalry officer was also overjoyed, and took the initiative to apply to his superiors to join the front line as soon as possible, and luck did not disappoint him, his division became one of the main forces of the first expeditionary force, and was the first to set foot on the battlefield with the Russians.

He fought bravely, and took pride in himself and his men, and he longed for more, not so much for the sake of his achievements, but for the thrill of a life of peace, and he was the kind of person who really enjoyed war, and enjoyed the feeling of passing by death, the kind of man who was born a warrior.

Today, however, the natural warrior did not have the usual optimism, his face was as gloomy as the weather, and he walked restlessly around the tent, conveying his anxiety to everyone present.

"I think it's going to be a few more days." In the silence of the others, Colonel Lucien-Leflair replied. "It's the rainy season in Crimea."

"If we continue for a few more days, we will be almost finished without the enemy attacking!" Major Samuel replied restlessly, "Our horses have already died, and if we continue like this, we should charge at the enemy on foot." ”

"If only we had the strength to charge on foot then...... an infantry officer next to him sighed when, "I'm afraid that disease and heavy rain would have destroyed us before then." ”

His words were echoed by some of the other officers, and for a moment there was a gloomy cloud in the tent, and the French officers were no longer in high spirits.

This is not surprising.

Since the coalition forces began to land on the Crimean peninsula, the situation was very smooth at first, the Russians gave the coalition forces the greatest convenience, their landing operations have not been disturbed by the Russian army, and soon tens of thousands of coalition soldiers successfully landed in the harbor, and set up improvised camps and fortifications here.

Sadly, however, after the initial success, trouble came.

Since last week, the rain around the camp has barely stopped, hitting the coalition camp continuously, so that the small number of camps that were originally only initially built are immediately encircled in the mud.

Even the most high-morale coalition troops, after encountering such ghostly weather and then living a miserable life in the mud for a long time, can't help but complain and complain, and never recover the high morale of the previous unit, even if it has already made meritorious achievements.

What is even more terrifying is that under the attack of rain and mosquitoes, the disease, which had been slightly controlled, began to spread again among the coalition forces, although the army immediately isolated the disease with great efficiency and burned the bodies of the dead on the spot, but the disease was still spreading uncontrollably.

In addition, the heavy rains also made it difficult to transport supplies, and in the frequent torrential rains, the troops on the shore were able to receive much less supplies, and the soldiers and horses had to eat the reserves they had brought with them, and there was little fuel for them to boil the water, which increased the suffering of the troops.

The only good news is that the Russians were also limited in their movements during such a rainstorm, so even if the morale of the coalition forces was so low, there was no loss of hope of victory.

All kinds of hardships have dealt a strong blow to the coalition forces, and although the officers have worked hard to maintain morale and order in the army, they have also felt miserable in their hearts, and several people could not help but complain at today's gathering of officers.

"Rather than us soaking in water and rotting, we might as well find a chance to fight the Russians sooner." After complaining together for a while, Major Samuel couldn't help but propose, "Now we at least have some strength, if we wait a little longer, there will be nothing......"

"Sevastopol is not so easy to fight." The other officer shook his head, "Didn't the commander-in-chief take the fleet over to reconnoitre?" He said we would have to stay in this place for months. ”

"I think it's better to be killed by bullets than to die of illness and mud." Major Samuel said smugly, "At least that's worth it!" ”

"If you are willing to charge the fortress with your cavalry, we will be happy to support you, I heard that during the expedition to Russia, Prince Murat led people to storm the Russian fortress." The officer shrugged, "But if you want us to follow you, forget it." ”

His words provoked a burst of laughter, and also made the young and vigorous Major Samuel so angry that his neck turned red.

"Is this what a French officer should have said?!" He asked aloud, "What?" Are you scared? If you're scared, you can go back now! ”

His angry words caused the officer to change his complexion, and seeing that the two officers were arguing so much that he wanted to fight, Lucien could not help but speak.

"Enough! Stop arguing, everyone. He raised his hand and stopped their quarrel.

As a colonel, Lucien was the highest-ranking person among the people here, and he had a deep background, so as soon as he spoke, no one else dared to answer, and could only listen to his instructions.

"It's a terrible environment right now, I can understand everyone's restlessness, and to be honest, I'm a little emotional." Lucien sighed at first, but immediately became serious again, "But the more this is the case, the more we should calm down and not vent our emotions at will, because we are officers, and the people below are watching us, if we are all discouraged, what should the soldiers think?" We must lead by example! ”

Under his implicit accusations, the quarrelling and grumbling officers bowed their heads, and although they were not necessarily convinced, they had to show due discipline.

"When and how to launch an offensive is a matter for the commander-in-chief to decide, and we have no right to put the commander-in-chief's decision." After controlling the atmosphere, Lucien slowed his tone, "For now we can only wait for the commander-in-chief's order, until then, our obligation is to set an example for our subordinates with an unwavering attitude, so that the army can maintain a minimum combat effectiveness, otherwise we will be remiss in our duties!" ”

The silent officers nodded yes one after another, and it was obvious that Lucien had said what they were thinking, and even those who had been complaining could only reluctantly respond, because there was indeed nothing wrong with Lucien's words.

"Commander-in-Chief's body, how's it going?" After a long silence, an officer asked in a low voice. "Can he still give orders fluently?"

This question made the air in the tent suddenly a little colder, and everyone was silent, and looked at Lucien with a deliberately evasive gaze.

This is indeed a matter of concern, as the Marshal of the Empire and the commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force, Field Marshal Trevier has a high prestige, and his health has become one of the most important concerns within the entire army.

Lucien hesitated slightly, knowing that every word he said might cause an uproar in the troops.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was even more pointless to tell a lie, because the lie would eventually be exposed, and then it would bring a greater blow to the whole army.

"I went to visit the marshal the other day, and he is indeed in poor health, and has been lying by the bedside." He said slowly, trying not to carry any emotional overtones, so that everyone could hear clearly, "However, he is in good spirits, and his consciousness is very clear, and he can give us orders fluently, and I think he can still take on the heavy responsibility of commanding the whole army." ”

It can be seen that many people are secretly relieved, in this difficult situation, they of course hope that the commander-in-chief will be safe and sound, so as not to bring more serious blows to the army.

"The commander-in-chief has reached this age, and in this ghost place, it's normal to have a little physical problem." Major Samuel whispered, "But I trust that God will bless him, and he deserves to be rewarded with great merit." ”

As a cavalry officer, he had more affection for a cavalry-born marshal than any other officer, so he said so sincerely.

"Rest assured, our voice has been heard in the country, and many military doctors have been sent to the front, and the marshal will be taken care of in the best way." Lucien spoke again, "And these medics should be able to get us out of the plague sooner......

"Let those damn doctors come sooner!" Major Samuel spread his hands, looking relieved, "Otherwise, we won't be able to fight!" ”

"Boom!" At this moment, there was another thunder in the sky, and the raindrops, which had begun to thin out, suddenly became violent again, and the sound of the rain made everyone's hearts not only sink.

Just as Lucien wanted to say a few words of relief to relieve everyone's pressure, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted.

The comer, dressed in a thick raincoat, was in addition to his military uniform, and as soon as he entered, he gave a military salute to Lucien.

Lucien immediately saw that this was his brother-in-law, George, who served as an adjutant at the marshal's side.

He still kept his face composed, and then gave a solemn military salute to the other party.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, please come over, Colonel." George said to him in a businesslike tone.

"Okay, got it." Lucien nodded, and then ordered his orderlies to bring him a raincoat.