"Is it Odessa?"

"What a joke, I guess it's Circass! (Caucasus)"

In the (relatively) liberal Zhuaf army, the relationship between the regimental commander and the soldiers was not as strict as in other armies, so the two Zhuaf soldiers asked Brigadier General McMahon one by one about their intended destination.

"You two guessed wrong!" Brigadier General McMahon shook his head and replied in a calm tone: "The place we are going to is Yevpatoria on the Crimean peninsula, which is a small town less than 3 fata (about 12 kilometers) from us, and you must take it before 12 o'clock tonight!" ”

"What! Is it just a small town? Marshal, they underestimate us too much! One of the two soldiers of the Zhongzhuaf regiment complained.

"No! It's too much to underestimate us! Another Zhuaf soldier chimed in.

"This is the first and crucial battle for our landing on the Crimean peninsula, so we have to win!" Brigadier General McMahon said to them with a stern expression: "Any psychology of underestimating the enemy will lead to the defeat of this war!" Got it? ”

The two Zhuaf soldiers also nodded at McMahon with serious expressions in understanding.

"That's it! Go for it! Don't keep me waiting too long! McMahon waved his hand to the soldier.

Under McMahon's gaze, the two soldiers disappeared from the deck, and McMahon, who stood alone on the deck, looked into the distance.

After a while, a battalion commander and eight company commanders from the troop carrier appeared in front of Brigadier General McMahon, and they all stood in front of Brigadier General McMahon with their chests held high and full of energy, like a group of soldiers waiting for Brigadier General McMahon to review.

Looking at the group of energetic "wolf cubs" in front of him, Brigadier General McMahon nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "You know what I called you here to do!" ”

"Yes!" The nine middle- and lower-level officers at the battalion and company level responded briefly to Brigadier General McMahon in unison.

Long before they reached the top deck, the Zhuaf soldiers, who were in charge of delivering the news, had already told them everything.

"Excellent! Very energetic! Brigadier General McMahon gave the order in a clear voice: "I will give you only one hour, and in this hour you will put the soldiers on board for me." In an hour, I'll be back on the transport. By that time, what I want to see is an army ready to fight! Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" The nine commanders and fighters immediately responded to McMahon's words.

McMahon then left the troop carrier in a steam speedboat and went to another troop carrier loaded with the Juaf regiment for mobilization

The nine battalion and company officers who had watched Brigadier McMahon leave, one by one, returned to the interior of the troop carrier and woke up all the soldiers of the troop carrier fleet.

……

"Wake up! Wake up! Sergeant Baptista, it's time for us to assemble! ”

Just as Baptista was about to lead the French army to attack the Odessa Fortress, a voice seemed to reach Baptista's ears from outside the sky.

I remember! I'm dreaming!

Baptista immediately realized that he had come out of the dream, and he desperately tried to wake up from it.

After trying again and again, Baptista barely opened her sleepy eyes.

Dense jungles, ferocious beasts, and a fortress in Odessa's capital, nestled deep in the forest...... All is gone, except for the stickiness transmitted from the epidermal layer of the skin to the nerves in the brain, and the sweat on the forehead.

Apparently Baptista was still in the cabin, and his comrades lying to his left and right were now tucking their sheets into their backpacks, looking ready to go.

"What the hell is going on?" Baptista grabbed his comrade next to him with a puzzled look and asked.

The comrade-in-arms next to him stopped his movements and said to Baptista: "I don't know the specific situation!" However, I heard from them that we are about to carry out a landing operation! ”

"Login? Where to land? Odessa? Sergeant Baptista blurted out a question to his comrade-in-arms.

"It doesn't seem to be!" The comrade shook his head, then shook off Baptista and grabbed his hand and responded, "Anyway, you have to clean up as soon as possible!" ”

"Oh!" Sergeant Baptista hurriedly got up and folded the sheets flat, then opened the rucksack and stuffed the sheets into the rucksack.

Sergeant Baptista, with his backpack on his back, followed the army to his company, where he stood at the end of the platoon. (Lieutenant officers generally stand at the head of a line, and ordinary soldiers stand in the middle of the line.) ）

For the division into three platoons, the number of people in each platoon was about thirty-nine, and the total number of people including the company commander was 118.

The entire troop carrier, with a total of 960 fighters.

By the time all 960 soldiers had assembled, 40 minutes had passed.

The company commanders of each company conveyed to them the tasks assigned to them by Brigadier General McMahon, and then asked the company members if there were any other questions they wanted to ask, and for the rest of the day, they could speak freely.

As soon as the company commander's words fell, the company immediately exploded.

Once again, the members of the company asked their company commander if the company commander had misheard the landing site.

The company commanders swore to the soldiers that they had heard it absolutely correctly, that it was indeed the Crimean peninsula.

After hearing the company commander's affirmative reply, some of the soldiers were mourned, while others were smiling.

The smiling soldiers were not happy that they were able to participate in the war, but that they were able to win the money of the losers.

……

Sergeant Baptista, who was standing at the end of the line, suddenly wondered if he should change the letter he was about to send home that it was going to Odessa, and now that he was going to the Crimean peninsula.

Thinking of this, Corporal Baptista subconsciously touched the envelope on his chest.

"That's it! I don't want to say anything more than that! You're about to face a battle, so any of you have already written a letter, and now you can hand it over to me! Sergeant Baptista's company captain said loudly.

Forget it! Crimea, Crimea! It still matters if you send a letter!

Sergeant Baptista comforted himself, left the line, and handed the letter to the company commander.

There were also a few letters with him, and they were all the leaders (lieutenants) and the last (non-commissioned officers) of their respective companies, which is enough to see that the basic education of the French army itself was only popularized to the officer level, and the vast majority of the soldiers were peasant children and idle people who could not read a basket of words, and only peasant children and idle people would join the army.

Because neither has any extra money, especially Jérôme. After Bonaparte obeyed Niel's order to increase the amount of exemption from substitute service, the peasants who could have gritted their teeth and handed in the exemption from military service were now powerless.

Although the proliferation of peasant children in the army has reduced the literacy rate in the army (some of the veterans have gradually learned to write letters because they have been in the barracks for a long time), it has increased the purity of the army, and the army, which was originally full of bad habits, has changed slightly.

Looking at these officers in front of him who could send letters, the soldiers' eyes revealed a hint of envy.

These soldiers who are about to enter the battlefield have no idea what they are going to face next, and they yearn for a spiritual sustenance so that their souls will not be lost on the battlefield.

However, they were destined to not be able to send their thoughts back to their hometowns in the form of letters, and they silently prayed in their hearts that God would allow them to get off the battlefield.

The company commander, who had collected all the letters from home in the company, handed them over to their battalion commander, who would hand them over to the supply ships traveling between France and the Crimea.

When they returned to France, the letters were delivered to their respective homes by the post office.

When the battalion commander had received letters from all his companies, Brigadier General McMahon appeared in the stairwell between deck and deck.

"Captain!" Seeing this, the battalion commander hurriedly ran to McMahon's front and saluted and reported: "All the members of the first battalion of the Zhu Afu regiment, a total of 960 people, have arrived, please instruct!" ”

"Not bad!" Looking at the group of energetic soldiers in front of him, McMah gave an order with a smile on his face: "Let your people wait here for the next order!" Come with me! ”

"Yes!" The battalion commander shouted in response, then turned and trotted over to the soldiers, asking them to sit cross-legged and rest.

The battalion commander led his eight company commanders to set off with Brigadier General McMahon.

Sergeant Baptista, sitting cross-legged near the left-hand porthole, looked out the window, the troop carrier moved forward at a constant speed, and next to the troop carrier was a steam-sail battleship with a single-deck gun, which was curiously different from the traditional sail battleship, with a layer of iron wrapped underneath the gun muzzle.

The tin sheet glowed silvery-white in the sunlight.

That's right, this is the latest modified ironclad ship of the French Empire.

The iron sheet covering the hull of the ship can effectively resist the damage caused by enemy artillery, and the guns on the sides of the ironclad ship can also deal devastating blows to the enemy.

Although the ironclad ship (to be precise, the ironclad sailship) is to strengthen the defense capability at the expense of its firepower superiority, the firepower requirements are far less than the defense needs in the navy, which is commonly equipped with flowering shells.

After all, solid shells are different from flowering shells, and it takes several shells to completely destroy a ship.

It only takes two or three rounds to sink a ship completely.

Half an hour later, the main fleet and a large number of troop carriers stopped.

The three troop carriers on which the Zhuaf regiment was carrying continued to move forward under the escort of ironclad ships, and the troop carriers sailed for about an hour or so.

Land could be faintly seen in the distance, and the battalion commander and the company commanders of each company also returned to the team at this time.

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