Baron Raglan, who "replaced" the position of the Duke of Cambridge, naturally understood that the Duke of Cambridge participated in this war in order to obtain an honor worthy of his title, and Baron Raglan was happy to see it.

After all, he was inserted halfway to steal someone's position, and Baron Raglan naturally had to give some compensation appropriately, as long as the Duke of Cambridge was willing to carry out his orders.

At present, it seems that the Duke of Cambridge still respects him as a sir.

"Hearing that makes me nervous a lot better! I hope that in the next battle with the Russian Empire, our soldiers will not make any big mistakes! The Duke of Cambridge spoke in a relaxed tone, on a serious topic.

"What? Are you blaming me for forcibly pulling the British army into battle! Baron Raglan was not in the least angry at the Duke of Cambridge's words, and asked the Duke of Cambridge in a brisk tone.

"Don't dare!" The Duke of Cambridge put away his smile and replied to Baron Raglan.

"Don't worry! We will not face the Russian Empire directly in the short term! Raglan replied, the Duke of Cambridge.

"Huh?" The Duke of Cambridge glanced at Baron Raglan suspiciously, and asked, "Does it mean that our army no longer needs to go to Silistra?" ”

"Come here!" Baron Raglan beckoned from the Duke of Cambridge.

The Duke of Cambridge entered the room and closed the door.

Baron Raglan lowered his voice and told the Duke of Cambridge of his conspiracy with Canning.

After hearing Baron Raglan's conspiracy, the Duke of Cambridge looked at Baron Raglan with a look of excitement in fear, and also lowered his voice and said to Baron Raglan: "Your Excellency, Commander, do you know that you are disobeying the government's orders!" ”

"I'm just doing what I think is right!" Baron Raglan smiled schemingly and said meaningfully: "Besides, the war with the Russian Empire does not have to worry about temporary gains and losses!" We have to think big! Since we are united with the French Empire, we must also respect their opinions! ”

"yes!" The Duke of Cambridge also said: "We must respect the opinion of the French army!" ”

In this way, the old and the young reached an agreement on the question of the British army.

"But!" The Duke of Cambridge shrugged his shoulders and said to Baron Raglan: "This method can only fool the people of London, and my brother-in-law is not an easy fellow to fool. He's got a lot of tricks! ”

"Your Royal Highness, I hope you can take care of it more! I am sure His Royal Highness will understand our intentions! Baron Raglan replied to the Duke of Cambridge.

The Duke of Cambridge shook his head at Baron Raglan and sighed: "Your Excellency, Commander, have you already thought about pulling me into the water!" ”

"No!" Baron Raglan shook his head in response, and then said sincerely: "If it weren't for your reminder, I'm afraid I would have forgotten about His Royal Highness!" ”

The Duke of Cambridge was a little unconvinced of Baron Raglan's response.

Still, he was willing to help Baron Raglan on this issue. After all, his glory needs to be won by this army.

……

After the gunboats sent by France met with the British steam-sailed battleships, the British fleet approached the port of Varna under the guidance of the French gunboats.

After entering the harbor, the British fleet stopped in the middle of the harbor, and one after another small boats were launched, and the soldiers, under the command of the officers, began to line up to disembark.

Baron Raglan with his lieutenant was among the first troops to land.

The boat slid the oars and rippled, and Baron Raglan, who was standing at the bow of the boat, saw the two rows of guards standing at the dock of the harbor and the crowd in the middle of the guards through the faint starry light cast on the sea.

"Your Excellency Commander, it seems that they are prepared, who is this bureau, and we have pledged the information." The Duke of Cambridge, next to Baron Raglan, pointed to the figure on the dock and whispered.

Baron Raglan looked at the pier in the distance and replied lightly: "I'm afraid there is a telegram to Rhodes Island in this camp!" ”

"Road to Rhode Island?!" The Duke of Cambridge couldn't help but sigh in amazement: "I didn't expect the French army to be so rich!" ”

……

As the boat approached the dock, the dark silhouette became clearer.

Standing at the pier was none other than the commander of the French Expeditionary Force, the Chief of the French General Staff, and the Marshal of France. Arnault, and the commanders standing around him were General Conrobert, commander of the 1st Division, General Bosquet, commander of the 2nd Division, General Perissier, commander of the 3rd Division (Guards Division), and Brigadier General McMahon and Brigadier General Bazin......

"What a big formation!" Baron Raglan muttered quietly.

"yes!" The Duke of Cambridge was also surprised by the formation of the French army.

And on the port docks, the saint who holds the marshal's scepter in his hand. Arno looked at the small boats that were gradually approaching them, and couldn't help but say to Conrobel beside him: "Conrobel, I bet that there is definitely the commander of the British Expeditionary Force in this batch of small boats!" ”

"Your Excellency Marshal, I won't bet you on this!" General Conrobert said in a mocking tone.

"Why?" Saint. Arnault asked Conrobert.

"Because Baron Raglan is in the midst of them, and the first boat to reach us!" Conrobert vs. St. Arnault.

"You've met him?" Saint. Arno looked at Conrobel in surprise.

"I once had a relationship with him!" Conrobert nodded to St. Arnault said.

"Then forget it!" Saint. Arno said smutteredly.

In St. Under Arnault's watchful eye, the first boat gradually docked in St. Arnault. The pier where Arno is located.

Because the one-armed old man jumped from the boat with a relatively young middle-aged man.

Looking at the old man's empty arms, St. Marshal Arnault, you can know that the old man in front of you is Baron Raglan, and he hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to Baron Raglan and said, "Welcome the British army to the port of Varna, sir!" ”

"St. Thank you, Lord Arnault, for being able to meet us in person! Baron Raglan stretched out his only remaining left hand to the saint. Arno shook hands, because for reasons of self-esteem, he did not address St. Arnault. Arnault was the marshal, and he called him Your Excellency.

In the face of Baron Raglan's small tricks in the title in order to maintain his self-esteem, St. Arnault didn't care.

Baron Raglan with St. Arno's hands were clasped tightly together, which meant that the two armies of France and Britain had successfully joined forces in Varna.

Subsequently, St. Arno introduced Baron Raglan to the brigadier generals and generals around him, one by one.

Baron Raglan shook hands with them in turn, and then introduced them to the Duke of Cambridge with the next group of lieutenants.

Saint. General Arnault also shook hands with them.

After a short time getting to know each other, in St. Under Arnault's leadership, Baron Raglan entered the French barracks on a snowmelt-soaked concrete road (which had been built by the French Imperial Army).

Looking at the starry but scattered tents in front of him, Baron Raglan couldn't help but think of the British military camp, compared with which the British military camp was like a pigsty.

Not to mention garbage and defecation, the entire barracks was also chaotic after late at night, and there would be no such quiet scene as now.

Immediately, St. Field Marshal Arnault asked Baron Raglan if he wanted to see the tent he had prepared for the British army.

"Of course!" Lord Raglan nodded to St. Marshal Arnault responded.

Saint. Marshal Arno and Baron Raglan walked due west, and after about 30 minutes, they finally arrived at an empty barracks.

"Look! This is the barracks we have for you! "St. Arno replied to Baron Raglan.

"Thank you to the French army for helping us!" Baron Raglan to St. Field Marshal Arnault thanked him, and then ordered his lieutenants to organize the British army into the camp.

When the saint. By the time Arno and Baron Raglan returned to the camp in France, the sky had already dawned.

Saint. Marshal Arnault once again invited Baron Raglan and the Duke of Cambridge into the French barracks for breakfast.

The Baron de Raglan and the Duke of Cambridge did not refuse to agree to the Saints. At the invitation of Marshal Arnault, the British and French commanders in the Near East, surrounded by a large group of officers, entered a makeshift camp made of wood. The cooks in the barracks prepared the food that the marshal had said early and half a day in advance.

Even though it's still early in the morning, the tables at the camp are filled with everything from foie gras and snails from France, to caviar from Britain, to Ottoman chicken pilaf and almond soup......

When everyone was seated, the cooks poured two glasses of fine Bordeaux red wine into everyone's glass. Marshal Arnault and Lord Raglan clinked their glasses to each other, and the military commanders around them shouted in unison.

"Cheers to Her Majesty the Emperor/Her Majesty the Queen!"

For a while, the atmosphere in the whole wooden house still became hot, and after a glass of wine, everyone's face was more or less rosy, and a slightly drunken feeling poured into their minds.

"God willing! Let's have these two armies here together against the Russian Empire! "Baron Raglan to St. Marshal Arnault said.

"Yes!" Saint. Marshal Arnault responded: "Every gentleman of the civilized world, let me fight with duty and obligation, this insatiable polar bear!" Drive them out of this sacred land and back to their own bear den! ”

"Bear!" Baron Raglan was stunned, stood and nodded, "That's right! They're just a bunch of bears, a bunch of insatiable bears! So we must cut off their bear claws and get them out of the Near East! ”

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