October 1, 1853.

A silky drizzle of rain shrouded over Constantinople on the border of Eurasia, washing the dusty Constantinople into a new look.

The city in the light rain exudes an atmosphere of tranquility and peace, and the occasional passer-by with an umbrella walks on the rain-filled road, and the smoke from the Danube and the Caucasus seems to have disappeared at this moment.

However, all the tranquility and peace are the appearance of the rain. In the midst of a military port on the outskirts of Constantinople, a scene that is out of place is secretly playing out in this military port as old as the city.

In the military harbor under the drizzle and the Mediterranean breeze, ships are neatly moored on the sea surface of the half-moon port, and boxes of supplies are being transported to the ships in batches by speedboats shuttling between ships. Whether it was the sailors on the speedboat or the sailors on the ship, everyone's face revealed an extremely serious feeling, and an inexplicable sense of solemnity filled the military port.

On top of a capital sail battleship anchored in a military harbor, Generalissimo Mahmud and his newly appointed commander of the "Combined Fleet" Osman Pasha stood on the deck of a sail battleship, letting the rain lap on them.

After a while, Generalissimo Mahmoud said faintly: "Osman, you don't know exactly what your mission is? ”

Osman Pasha was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said to Generalissimo Mahmood: "Generalissimo, I know! ”

"Then tell me about it!" Generalissimo Mahmud turned his gaze to Osman Pasha and asked.

"Protect the Ottoman Empire's supply lines for sea transport to the Caucasus!" Osman Pasha said to Mahmoud in a firm tone.

Hearing Osman Pasha's reply, Generalissimo Mahmoud knew that he must not have understood what he meant, and after a moment of hesitation, Mahmoud did not know whether he should hint a little more obviously, so that his subordinate could understand his intentions.

However, when he thought that the fleet he had built might be buried because of his words, he was a little reluctant in his heart.

Obviously, this plan was proposed and carried out by him, but when the time came, Mahmoud could not do it.

After a few seconds of repeated struggle, Mahmoud still couldn't say it to Osman Pasha, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he patted Osman Pasha on the shoulder and said, "You're right! It's your job to protect the Empire's transportation supply lines in the Black Sea! ”

"Rest assured! I will definitely complete the task! Don't let the Russian Empire have any more chances! Osman Pasha replied categorically to Mahmud.

After hearing Osman Pasha's words, Mahmud's lips twitched slightly, and he said solemnly: "We must protect our lifeline at sea at all costs!" ”

Mahmoud then went on to emphatically say, "Remember at all costs! ”

Osman Pasha looked at the attitude of the generalissimo in front of him, and although he did not understand why Generalissimo Mahmud was talking something nonsense, he nodded and assured Generalissimo that he would complete the task.

The light rain began to stop at noon, and the dark clouds that hung over the vicinity of Constantinople drifted eastward.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to clear, and the bright sun stood above the sea surface of the military port, giving off a sparkling scene.

The speedboats that are responsible for loading supplies also carry all the military and daily supplies needed by the fleet to the fleet.

After the fleet quartermaster reported to Osman Pasha that all supplies had been loaded, Osman Pasha glanced at Generalissimo Mahmood.

"Let's go!" Marshal Mahmoud nodded at Osman Pasha and returned to the dock in a speedboat.

Looking at the back of Mahmud leaving, Osman Pasha was extremely excited.

More than 30 years have passed since he served as an ordinary naval soldier to the current fleet commander. For more than 30 years, he often imagined that he would one day be able to personally command a large fleet across the Black Sea and the Mediterranean, and make a contribution to His Majesty the Sultan.

And now, he finally has a chance to make his dream come true. Osman Pasha took a deep breath, calmed down briefly, and then gave the flag soldier the order to set sail.

After hearing Osman Pasha's command, the flag soldiers quickly climbed onto the watchdeck of the warship and simultaneously transmitted the flag of commanding the fleet in four directions, east, west, north and south.

The surrounding fleet flag soldiers quickly told the captain the news after seeing the command of the battleship conveyed through the flag.

The captain immediately gave orders to the sailors on board, and then ordered the flag soldiers on the lookout to reply "received" to the command fleet.

The surrounding flag soldiers also waved the two-color flag in their hands and replied to the command fleet in unison.

"Your Excellency, the fleets have received your orders!" The flag on the lookout and shouted at the Osman Pasha on the deck.

Gu 闋/span "Let's go! Osman Pasha waved his hand lightly, and the sails on the mast began to open, and then swelled rapidly with the force of the sea breeze.

The sparkling sea stirred up waves after the launch of the "Jumbo" battleship.

Looking at the strategic bunker at sea in front of him, Osman Pasha couldn't help but feel a pride in his heart, he believed that with the fleet in his hands, he would definitely be able to make the supply depot of the Ottoman Empire unimpeded, even if it was the Russian Empire!

The remaining fleets, led by the command ships, began to move in turn.

When all the ships in the "Combined Fleet" sailed out of the port of Constantine in a row, Osman Pasha once again ordered the bannermen to give the order to change the formation of the surrounding fleets.

Eight steam clippers were at the vanguard to reconnoiter the enemy, while double-deck battleship escorts and fast sailing fleets flanked the sail battleships.

The entire fleet began to move in the direction where the port of Sinop was located, in a side-by-side pattern.

After about four hours of sailing in the Black Sea, the whole fleet finally arrived at Sinop Harbor, during which in the third half hour, when the combined fleet reached the central part of the Black Sea region, the steam clippers of the vanguard of the combined fleet clashed fiercely with the Russian "wolves" who came to hunt.

Moments after a fierce battle took place less than 15 nautical miles from the port of Sinop, the pack spotted the arrival of the main naval force of the Combined Fleet, and on the orders of Vice Admiral Nakhimov, the wolves quickly left the sea.

Seeing this, eight steam-engine ships began to pursue the escaping ships, and one Russian Imperial double-deck battleship was entangled by eight steam-engine ships due to some disadvantage in speed.

Nakhimov, who had no choice but to abandon the car and protect the commander, ordered the remaining fleet to return to the Sevastopol fortress first.

As for the double-deck battleship, after it had completed a kill (a steam-engine ship was sunk), it was inevitably directly sunk by the main forces of the arriving United Fleet.

"The Imperial Russian Navy is no more than that! It's not like we've been beaten by our fleet! Osman Pasha, who commanded the fleet, smumbly observed the plank floating on the sea through his lookout glass, and the Russian Imperial sailor lying on the plank, and said to his subordinates.

"You're right! The Imperial Russian Navy is simply vulnerable! The admiral standing beside Osman Pasha praised Osman Pasha with a flattering expression, and then pointed to the Russians floating on the water and asked, "Your Excellency, what should we do with those people who are floating on the water?" Is it to save them all, or ......"

The admiral made a gesture of raising and dropping his sword, and the meaning of it was self-evident.

"We are engaged in a holy holy war with the infidels!" Osman Pasha said a vague word to the admiral on his body.

"I see!" The subordinate immediately nodded at Osman Pasha in understanding.

One shell after another began to fire solid shells at the silent place of the double-deck battleship, and the shells fell on the surface of the sea, and the waves stirred up by the waves drowned the survivors.

Looking at the Russians who were constantly struggling on the surface of the sea, Osman Pasha felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

The 80 guns of the two sail battleships, after shelling for about 5 minutes, there was no figure in sight on the sea.

So far, none of the crew, including the captain, have survived.

The combined fleet, which had done all this, also entered the port of Sinop under the orders of Osman Pasha.

After seeing such a large fleet entering the port, the defenders stationed in Sinop Harbor also had a reassurance in their hearts for the next supply operation.

When Osman Pasha arrived at the port dock by speedboat, the major general of the port garrison appeared in the port to meet Osman Pasha.

When the garrison rear admiral learned that Osman Pasha had destroyed a Russian Imperial warship on his way to Sinop Harbor, he immediately confronted Osman Pasha with more enthusiasm, and told Osman Pasha that there would be an important banquet for Osman Pasha to attend this evening.

In the face of the warm invitation of the garrison major general, Osman Pasha naturally agreed unceremoniously.

That night, a grand welcoming ceremony was held at the garrison headquarters in the port of Sinop.

In addition to the garrison major general and Osman Pasha, the meeting was attended by merchants and nobles living in the port of Sinop, as well as nobles living near the port of Sinop.

And in the silent spot of the double-deck battleship, a large Russian fleet is quietly approaching.

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