With the French soldiers fully engaged in the battlefield under the orders of Marshal Treville, the battle finally came to an end, although the relentless war was still devouring the lives of soldiers, but it had little impact on the overall situation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the Russian army, which launched the offensive with high spirits, initially made great progress in front of the Turkish army and broke into the center of the British line in one fell swoop, under the stubborn resistance of the British army, it slowly lost the spirit of the offensive and suffered more and more casualties in the scorching tug-of-war.

At this time, the French army that entered the offensive became the last weight on the balance of victory and defeat, making the situation extremely favorable to the British and French forces.

The newly engaged French troops were very high-spirited and bravely launched an attack on the Russian positions, and the Russian troops, whose morale had been greatly reduced, finally showed signs of frontal collapse after barely holding on for some time.

The defeat of a small part of the troops finally evolved into the loosening of the whole army, and in the end, the whole army of the Russian army began to retreat, ending the battle.

However, the French did not take advantage of this opportunity to completely defeat the Russian army, and after a hastily pursued for a while, they stopped their military operations and returned to their garrison in Balaclava.

The British army was much more silent, not only did they not pursue, but they stayed on the battlefield exhausted, licking the wounds caused by a day of fierce fighting.

Although it was a victory, the British soldiers looked much more solemn, and instead of the usual cheers, there was a suppressed silence in everyone, and it was clear that they were not satisfied with the results of the repulsion of the Russian army.

They did have reason not to be so satisfied, for the British had suffered more casualties than they had expected in the course of the war, and it would have been an honour if these losses had been brought about by the stubbornness and ferocity of the enemy; But what is frustrating is that too many casualties are caused by their own mistakes, so this cannot but greatly affect morale.

The initial defeat of the front could be said to be too disappointing for the Turks, but the huge losses suffered by the subsequent light cavalry charge were really no reason to speak of, and the British officers and men were disappointed and frustrated.

These light cavalry were the essence and pride of the British army, but how could one not be discouraged when a cavalry brigade suffered almost annihilating losses in the midst of an unknown charge?

In such an atmosphere, even the French army could not help but be solemn, and there was no such cheer of victory.

In the afternoon of the next day, the commander-in-chief of the French army, Field Marshal Treville, and his entourage came to the command post of the commander-in-chief of the British army, Field Marshal Raglan, and also felt this gloomy and bleak atmosphere.

In silence, Marshal Raglan's adjutant brought him to the marshal.

Marshal Raglan was lying on the marching bed, his face pale and weak, and his body trembling slightly, and Marshal Treville, who was also very old, understood that this is the only way for an old man to behave when he is extremely mentally weak.

"Fitzroy, what's wrong with you?" Field Marshal Tréville was so surprised by his state that he couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sick, Victor, please come closer and tell me, or I'm afraid I won't hear clearly." The old marshal sighed, and then beckoned to him, "Hey, in fact, I've been in a bit of a bad mood lately, but in order not to shake the hearts of the whole army, so I just hold on, and now ...... When the fight was finally over, I was able to relax. ”

His smile was very reluctant, and it was full of weakness, which made Marshal Treville, who was also an old man, feel a sense of sadness.

The current Marshal Raglan, and the radiant look he had when he first met the two of them in Gallipoli, made him feel a little sad.

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much...... While what has happened is somewhat scary, this is war. After a moment of silence, the marshal finally spoke. Some things are inevitable in war. ”

"How could I not blame myself? Am I not responsible for what happened? Marshal Raglan smiled wryly, "Even if I could make a fool of myself, the facts are there." ”

"But so what? As long as you command the army to fight, no one will inevitably make mistakes! Trevier asked anxiously, "I fought under the Emperor Napoleon, and he is already a military genius that no one can question, right?" But even he would make a stupid move and let countless soldiers die in vain, but so what? He is still a genius to be looked up to, as long as he wins, everything is right, and we are the victors now. ”

"The Emperor Napoleon is the man of the Empire, but I am not, I am only a commander in Her Majesty's army, and the eyes of the country will watch me, and they will judge my every move, and I ...... I just gave them a huge stain so that everyone could curse me for being incompetent! God, this is terrible! ”

Marshal Tréville finally understood that Marshal Raglan was not only remorseful for his own mistake in the use of his troops, but also frightened by the possible reaction of the domestic public opinion, after all, what had happened in the British army on the battlefield had now been seen by the reporters accompanying the army, and it would certainly soon be transmitted to the borders of Britain and the like, and then people would be shocked by what had happened today.

One would not notice the efforts of Marshal Raglan and his men to bring about the war, but would be appalled at the clumsiness of the British in the course of the war today, and angry at the losses they had suffered, and the criticism of the marshal would surely flood in a tidal wave that would be unbearable in the eyes of an aristocratic officer as honour-worthy as the marshal.

As soon as he thought about it, Marshal Tréville understood the reason why Marshal Raglan was under so much pressure, and then a feeling of sadness arose in which a rabbit died and a fox died.

As the commander of the French army, he also faced the same domestic pressure, but not as much as the other side.

It is an unspeakable torment to command a large army fighting thousands of miles away, and to carefully maintain the security of the front-line troops and protect their supply lines, while at the same time keeping an eye on the situation at home.

Only people like themselves can understand each other's suffering.

"Don't be upset, friend, cheer up." He patted the other party on the shoulder with sympathy and understanding, "Sometimes, time will dilute everything, as long as we muster up the courage, all criticism and criticism can be overcome, as long as we win, then no one can blame us!" ”

However, his comfort did not make Marshal Raglan feel better, and he still smiled wryly.

"Victory? Can we still achieve a bigger victory than Waterloo? The Duke of Wellington saved England, but he was also thrown eggs! This is true even on the anniversary of the Victory in Waterloo! Time can dilute not only criticism, but also merit, friend, I am used to all this, and I know very well what awaits me if I return to China......"

"Hey......" Seeing that the other party was still so depressed, Marshal Trever couldn't help but sigh.

Marshal Raglan was obviously struck and in such a bad mood that it was useless to persuade him now, and he had to wait until he came to his senses.

"Friend, if I don't have to go back to my country and be questioned by people, I'm afraid it would be the best outcome...... If I had stayed here, no one would have questioned me for giving everything to Britain. ”

At this moment, Marshal Raglan muttered to himself.

Marshal Trevill's words shocked him, and he noticed that the other man's face flashed with a blush, and his body was hot, and he really didn't look healthy.

Don't......?

"Hey......" He was about to persuade the other party again, but at this moment Marshal Raglan suddenly grabbed his hand.

"I ...... My body is really uncomfortable, I dare to say it only in front of you, and I don't expect me to live long when I'm old. I was a little nervous before, but now I understand that it's better for me to stay here...... This is where I deserve, and this is the glorious ending that a warrior deserves, Viktor, and you will be able to understand me. ”

With a hurried tone, Marshal Raglan breathed slightly, this may be his heartfelt words, and the ups and downs in it are probably only Marshal Trevier, who is of a similar age and position to him, can fully understand in the world.

The hands of the two old men were covered with rough wrinkles, and the rough touch made their hands a little painful when touched like this, but because of this, it was even more impressive.

In the stunned gaze of Marshal Treville, Marshal Raglan stared at him with blazing eyes, full of unquestionable courage.

"Friends, win, we must win...... Be sure to win! We must use victory first to our own motherland, and then ...... Then I can stay here like a hero. Victor, please work with me, we can only rely on victory to make a name! ”

Under his eager gaze, Marshal Tréville at first moved his mouth to say something more, but at last he found himself unable to say anything.

Eventually, he nodded heavily and said nothing.

"I knew you would." Marshal Raglan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief.

"Okay, you can rest well, the next battle will require our full cooperation, and your energy is crucial." Field Marshal Tréville stood up, "I'll take my leave, and we'll see you later." ”

Then he left without looking back, and behind him, Marshal Raglan closed his eyes, enjoying the restful sleep he had finally received for several days.

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While Marshal Raglan was falling asleep, a man had just opened his eyes in a remote corner of the port of Balaclava.

The young lieutenant Jérôme Bonaparte opened his heavy eyelids, but his mind was in a trance, and for a moment he could not see anything clearly, only to feel that there was a white mist all around, and he wanted to twitch his body, but found that his body was so heavy that he could not even move it.

Soon, the paralyzed nerves began to revive, transmitting the pain in great detail, and he couldn't help but moan a few times.

Then, his hearing began to revive, and then stopped at the sound of a busy footstep around him.

"Are you awake?" A greeting reached his ears.

It was a voice that was so familiar to him, because it matched the voice of his dreams so well.

His mind began to spin rapidly, so much so that the white mist in front of his eyes quickly dispersed.

Sure enough, the man was standing in front of him.

Perhaps because of overwork, her face was a little haggard, and her hair was a little scattered, but this still did not detract from her beauty, her golden hair was shiny, and the blue pupils inlaid with her fine white skin were as beautiful as jewels, and she was wearing a simple white dress, which added a bit of elegance to her charm.

If there are angels in this world, then that's it, right? Jérôme thought to himself.

Then, a flood of memories began to flood into his mind, so much so that he finally understood why he was in this place.

"I ...... Am I hurt? He asked subconsciously. Is this a hospital? ”

"Yes, you were seriously wounded on the battlefield." The woman in front of her nodded, looking at him gently, "You've been in a coma for a day, but luckily you're still awake...... But now that you've woken up, I'm sure you'll be able to escape the claws of death. ”

"Yes......" Jérôme Bonaparte was a little dazed.

In the end, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I didn't become a hero." ”

He was really a little ashamed and embarrassed, he participated in a formal battle for the first time, he was full of confidence, and he wanted to take advantage of this heroic performance and become a hero, but unfortunately reality played with him so ruthlessly, he had not made any meritorious achievements, he was seriously injured in the first battle, reality did not give him brilliance, only a cruel joke, at this moment he really felt that he was shameless to face the other party.

However, instead of receiving the scorn and ridicule he feared most, Fran just shook his head slightly, "It's nothing, you've fought valiantly and saved your life." The injury is terrible, but now at least you're alive, aren't you? ”

Jérôme was about to say something, but suddenly his mouth felt dry, and he couldn't say anything.

"Drink some water." Fran, who was already very experienced, of course, could see the other party's embarrassment, so she took out the kettle and handed it to the other person's mouth, and then poured the water into his belly.

The cool spring flowed into his body along his esophagus, bringing him an indescribable sense of comfort and making his spirits a little more uplifted.

"I ...... Why can I have a separate ward? It occurred to him that question.

Although he had not been to the hospital, he had heard about it a long time ago, and of course he knew that he was not enjoying the treatment of ordinary soldiers at the moment.

"You're getting special treatment...... "Fran smiled slightly, "the Empire can't afford to have a Bonaparte family die on the battlefield, and the Russians will brag about it for a long time." ”

"......" Jérôme suddenly didn't know what to say, this status as a member of the royal family, he actually brought himself such special treatment, which made him even more embarrassed, and he was most afraid of being accused of taking advantage of his privileges.

But...... was able to be taken care of by this woman, but he was extremely happy.

"Alright, you can rest first, now you need to rest." Of course, Fran didn't notice the other party's struggle, she was busy now, and she didn't want to waste much time, so she turned around and prepared to leave, "There will be a nurse to change your bed sheets later." ”

"Please wait...... Wait, Miss Tremier! Jérôme Bonaparte plucked up his courage and then cried out with some anxiety, "You...... Can you listen to me a few more words? Even a few words would be fine......"