"Inform Paris of the withdrawal of the Russian Empire, remember to move quickly!"

Saint. Marshal Arnault's urging caused Brigadier General Trochu to concentrate all his attention on the matter of "sending a telegram to Paris", without paying the slightest attention to St. Troch. Marshal Arnault said this with a hint of pain in his expression.

"Yes!" Brigadier General Trochu hurriedly responded, then turned to leave.

Just as Brigadier General Trochu was about to walk out of the tent, St. . Marshal Arno's slightly trembling voice appeared in Trochu's ears again: "Wait a minute! ”

Brigadier General Trochu turned to look at St. Troch. Marshal Arnault, whose eyes seemed to be asking St. Arnault. What else is there to Marshal Arnault.

"Sort out the second and the pile of papers in the drawer and send them to Paris!" Saint. Arno pointed to his desk and said to Brigadier General Trochu.

Brigadier General Trochu strode to his desk, opened the drawer, grabbed all the cluttered papers in the drawer, and left the tent.

Brigadier General Trochu, who had come out of the camp, looked south, and there was a two-story Western-style building halfway up a hill more than 200 meters from the camp, where the French telegraph office was located.

Since the French army was stationed in the Varna region, railways, telegraphs ...... All the equipment of the times is present in this medieval location, which provides convenience for France and broadens the horizons of the inhabitants of Varna. (Although the inhabitants of Varna did not want to broaden their horizons, they even considered the railroad to be the embodiment of evil)

……

Brigadier General Trochu, who entered the telegraph office, looked at the telegraph office filled with transmitters and wires throughout the room, as well as the staff walking back and forth in the room, and his expression began to become serious with the atmosphere.

Brigadier General Trochu, led by the staff of the telegraph office, entered the second floor of the telegraph office, where he met Major Victor, who was in charge of telegraphy work at the telegraph office.

Major Victor, who was sitting in the office of the telegraph office and put his legs on the table, hurriedly put down his legs after seeing the arrival of Brigadier General Trox, and did not dare to slack off for a moment in front of Brigadier General Trochu and said respectfully: "Brigadier General Trochu, why are you here!" ”

"The commander-in-chief asked me to deliver a telegram that read: The Russian Imperial Army has now withdrawn to the Danube principalities, and Paris will know about it!" Brigadier General Trochu said solemnly to Major Victor.

"The Russian Imperial Army retreated?!! With that said, we can leave! Major Victor asked Brigadier General Trochu with a beaming face.

"That's right! The Russian army did retreat! Brigadier General Trochu nodded and said to Major Victor, and then added: "However, the strategic objectives of our army have not yet been achieved!" It will take some time to retreat! ”

Major Victor, who heard that the army was going to stay in Varna for a while, had a look of loss on his face, he really didn't want to stay here for a few months, everything here was a big step worse than in France.

Looking at Major Victor's lost expression, Brigadier General Trochu immediately realized that staying in the Varna area for a long time could easily wear down the fighting spirit of a soldier, and that a soldier who was far from home and had nothing to do often risked mutiny.

Thinking of this, Brigadier General Trochu immediately changed his attitude and reprimanded sternly with a straight face: "Major Victor, you are a soldier!" Obedience is a soldier's vocation! ”

"Yes!" Brigadier General Trox's rebuke made Major Victor beat a spirit, and he hurriedly said to Brigadier General Trox: "I'll go right away!" ”

With that, Major Victor immediately went to the telegraph room.

"Wait!" Before Major Victor could walk out of his office, Brigadier General Trochu's voice appeared in Major Victor's ears.

"Your Excellency Trox, what else do you command?" Major Victor asked Trochu again.

"After sorting it out, send it to Paris as well!" Brigadier General Trochu handed the document in his hand to Major Victor.

"Yes!" Major Victor, who had taken the papers, entered the room where the telegram was sent and began to send the telegram, and after a while, a "dididi" sound came from the telegraph room.

Brigadier General Trochu also turned and left the telegraph office.

When Brigadier General Trochu again came to St. Marshal Arnault at the time, St. Arnault had already returned to normalcy without Brigadier General Trochu's knowledge.

"How's the telegram going?" Sitting in a rocking chair St. Marshal Arnault asked Brigadier General Trochu.

"The telegram has been sent out without a hitch! It won't be long before you arrive in Paris! Brigadier General Trochu responded, then hesitated for a moment before continuing: "But ......"

"But what?" Saint. Marshal Arnault asked Brigadier General Trochu.

"Your Excellency Marshal, I have a discovery that I don't know whether to speak or not!" Brigadier General Trochu hesitated to say to St. Marshal Arnault said.

"If you have something to say, let it go!" Saint. Arno scolded with a smile, "Anyway, you've been following me for many years!" What can't be said? ”

"That's right...... Brigadier General Trochu told St. Trochu what he had found at the telegraph office. Marshal Arnault listened.

Saint. Marshal Arnault's expression gradually changed from the original carelessness to solemnity: "You mean that there are signs of demoralization in the entire French army?" ”

"I can't say everything, at least a large part of the population!" Brigadier General Trochu to St. Marshal Arno responded: "Marshal, you think! You come to a strange environment, surrounded by a group of people who look different for you! Will you feel a sense of loneliness, will you want to go home......"

Saint. Marshal Arno nodded subconsciously, then patted his forehead and said to himself: "Damn! How did I forget this! ”

Think about the original saint. Marshal Arnault experienced this feeling when he was in Algeria, when the raiding force he led nearly mutinied out of excessive fear.

Now that he is the commander-in-chief of an army, he has forgotten about the event that nearly cost him his life.

"What do you think we should do now?" Saint. Marshal Arnault asked Brigadier General Trochu.

"Your Excellency, I think the reason why soldiers have this kind of mentality is because of excessive relaxation!" Brigadier General Trochu confidently addressed the saint. Marshal Arnault proposed his solution: "As long as we get the army moving again!" ”

"You mean to hold a military exercise?" Saint. Marshal Arnault immediately understood what Brigadier General Trochu meant.

"That's right! Military exercises can not only make the idle army move again, but also improve the mutual cooperation of the troops, so that the army is always in the best condition! "Brigadier General Trochu to the Holy . The toilet replied.

"Good! That's it! "St. Field Marshal Arnault pointed to Brigadier General Trochu and gave the order: "You immediately bring the acting commander of the 1st Division, Brigadier General McMahon, the commander of the 2nd Division, General Bosquet, and the 3rd Division, General Perissier!" ”

"Yes!" Brigadier General Trochu to St. Marshal Arno replied and turned to leave.

After about 20 minutes or so, two division commanders and one acting division commander appeared in St. St. Inside the tent of Marshal Arno.

In the puzzled eyes of the three division commanders, the saint. Arnault announced that the French army would hold a military exercise in three days, with the participation of all three divisions.

Subsequently, St. Arnault explained the purpose of the exercise to everyone present and urged them to seize the time to reorganize their troops to cope with the exercise.

The three who received the order left St. Saint after asking about the location of the exercise and the size of the troops to be sent. Marshal Arnault Barracks.

Looking at the backs of the three division commanders/acting division commanders leaving, St. Arnault lowered his voice and asked Brigadier General Trochu beside him: "Who do you think will be the last among them?" ”

Brigadier General Trochu pondered for a moment, and then put forward his thoughts: "I think it should be Brigadier General McMahon!" ”

"Why? The first division should be the stronger of the three teams! "St. Marshal Arnault asked rhetorically.

"If it was Major General Conrobert who commanded the First Division, then the last one was really unpredictable, but McMahon ...... "Trochu spread his hands to St. Troch. Marshal Arno said: "Maybe he does have some talent, but he is only a brigadier general!" ”

"Yes! He's just a brigadier general! "St. Marshal Arnault repeated the phrase again.

……

The telegraph transmission of documents from the Varna region soon reached the port of Marseille, which then immediately turned to Paris.

This epoch-making invention enabled the ruler of a country to control all the movements of an army thousands of miles away, achieving the purpose of controlling the war in real time, and at the same time making the exchange between countries between the earth from the original year and month to the current day and time.

If the railroad was to transform a scattered market into a whole, thereby increasing the control of the heart (the center) over the body (the locality), then the telegraph was to completely control all the nerves of a country, so that the state could really and effectively control every piece of land, and nip a possible rebellion in the bud.

French Foreign Secretary de Murphy, who worked until midnight. After receiving the good news from the Varna region, Luyce left the minister's office and hurried towards the Tuileries Palace, knowing that the current emperor had probably not slept yet, and that he was probably anxiously waiting for news from the front.

Departing from the Foreign Office by horse-drawn carriage, we arrived at the Tuileries Palace in a short time.

The soldiers of the Guards guarding the gates of the Tuileries Palace saw through the gas lamps on both sides of the gates. After Ruiz's frame, he immediately opened the door and put De. Ruiz let it in.

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