At the beginning of summer, a sudden rain of the sun broke the sultry weather that had lasted for a long time in the small town of Yevpatoria on the Crimean peninsula.

The light rain poured down the soil of the small town of Yevpatoria, making the soil as dry as sand and gravel slippery, and you can clearly see the whole process of your feet sinking into the mud when you step on them lightly in your leather boots. The hot and dry air was now moistened, and the scorching sun hanging in the sky was much softer.

As far as the eye can see, the drizzly town of Yevpatoria reveals a green scene everywhere, and potato sprouts grow vigorously in the fields outside the town that have been moistened by the rain.

However, for the freedmen living here, the alternation of spring and summer is undoubtedly the hardest, as they have to wait three to four months before they can experience the joy of the harvest.

During this time, the freedmen of the small town of Yevpatoria had to survive with the rations they had stored the previous year.

Of course, this was only for some of the poorer freemen, and for the wealthy rich peasants in the small towns, or the small nobles who owned some of the land and serfs, this was often the best time to use the surplus assets on hand to buy small plots of land in the hands of some bankrupt freemen, or even to make a freeman a serf again.

However, the freedmen of the small town of Yevpatoria, unable to afford the high taxes of the Russian Empire, often sold their fields at a low price and acted as members of the vulture palace together with the Tatars, that is, horse bandits.

However...... Neither serfs nor freedmen, nor rich peasants nor petty aristocrats knew that a sudden catastrophe was about to befall this town.

When the big pendulum clock hanging over the town's church reached 4 p.m., several warships appeared on the sea outside the town of Yevpatoria, and they were approaching the town of Yevpatoria at great speed.

The sailor in charge of guarding the lookout saw such a number of fleets on the sea through the telescope, and he thought it was the Russian Empire supporting the fleet, and then when he found that the fleet was not flying the naval flag of the Russian Empire, but the tricolor of the French Empire (the sailors did not know which country the tricolor represented, he just thought that the flag style was different from the Russian Empire), his face immediately changed from joy to panic.

The sailors hurried from the lookout to the town, shouting: "Oh no! Oh no! ”

The townspeople, who lived in peace, had curious looks on their faces when they heard the sailors shouting like this, and they couldn't understand why the sailors were so panicked.

Just when the sailors were at a loss, the mayor of the town of Yevpatoria and the military commander of the town (head of the militia) and the chief of customs and the commander of the epidemic prevention and control Nikolai . Ivanovich. Kasinacheev came to the sailors with an umbrella and asked: "What's the matter?" ”

As the most famous and powerful rural aristocrat in the region, the gray-haired Kasinacheev is the anchor of the entire town.

When the sailor saw the mayor of Kasinacheev, his panicked heart calmed down a lot, and he hurriedly told the mayor what he had seen at the lookout.

After hearing the words of the sailors, Mayor Kasinacheev also showed a solemn expression on his face, "Describe to me carefully what color flag is flying on the warship!" ”

After thinking carefully for a moment, the sailor reported to Kasinacheev: "I remember that the flag had three colors: blue, white and red!" ”

After hearing the colors of the flag described by the sailors, Mayor Kasinacheev's heart suddenly calmed down a lot.

The flag of the warship described by the sailors is clearly the tricolor of the French Empire, as long as it is not the flag of the Ottoman Empire, everything is fine.

If it were the flag of the Ottoman Empire, then their town would probably face a vendetta.

No one knows better than the mayor of Kasinacheev the barbarism of the Turks. In the young age of the mayor of Kasinacheev, he was also a member of the Russian Imperial Army.

At that time, under the orders of the great Emperor Alexander, he fought against the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire.

In his opinion, the battle with the French Imperial army was a gentleman's battle, and the French Imperial army maintained a policy of not following the torture of prisoners.

And one of the Ottomans' favorite thing to do after defeating the Russian Empire's armies was to massacre the wounded who were forced to stay where they were.

Even in their own territory, they carried out massacre operations.

"Luckily! Fortunately! Mayor Kasinacheev muttered to himself with a sigh of relief.

"Mayor Mare! Didn't the Turks call! The anxious voice of the sailor reached the ears of the mayor of Kasinacheev.

Kasinacheev shook his head at the sailors for a moment, and then replied loudly: "Rest assured, everyone! This is a fleet from a civilized country! ”

The words of the mayor of Kasinacheev made the inhabitants of the town a little calmer.

"Father, what should we do now?" The man standing next to Kasinacheev holding an umbrella for him, his son, who was also the aide-de-camp of the mayor of the entire town of Kasinacheev, with a militia force of more than 100 people in his hands, lowered his voice and proposed to Kasinacheev: "Should we report to Prince Menshikov on the side of Alma!" ”

"Stupid!" Kasinacheev glared at his son fiercely, "Go to the ventilator at this time, you are really not afraid that they will bring you to justice directly!" ”

After hearing Kasinachev's reprimand, the son of Kasinachyev subconsciously shrank his neck and said: "Don't you say it, they are a civilized army!" ”

"No matter how civilized you are, it won't let you ventilate!" Kasinacheev said hatefully: "Use your brains and think about it, they are also hostile countries of the Russian Empire in any way, and they will not be merciful to the messengers!" ”

"So what should we do now? Just waiting? Kasinacheev's son asked his learned father again.

"What else can I do! Grab your people and head to the docks! Kasinacheev reluctantly gave orders to his son.

"Shhh Kasinacheev's son pleaded in horror: "Father, my troops can't beat them at all!" ”

"Who told you to hit them! I'm telling you to gather your troops and meet them! Only in this way can we convince them that we do not want to fight them! Got it? Kasinacheev reprimanded his son.

"Oh!" Kasinacheev's son nodded incomprehensibly, and then asked worriedly: "Father, will those armies seek to seize our family's property?" ”

As the richest man in the small town of Yevpatoria, Kasinacheev saved tens of thousands of francs in twenty years by virtue of his position.

"It's considered to be ruined!" Kasinacheev had a pained expression on his face.

In fact, as his son said, although France is a civilized army, this civilization is limited to not killing people, and robbing the property of a small town is a daily operation.

"Yes!" The son of Kasinacheev responded.

……

When the two ironclads and three troop transports were about to mortgage the port of the small town of Yevpatoria, the observation level on the ironclad saw the pier through the telescope and saw the Kasinacheev at the pier.

At this time, Kasinacheev was holding a white flag in his left hand and a dusty tricolor in his right hand, as if he was the president of the maintenance council, and the level on the lookout laughed.

After the laughter was over, the sailors on the lookout informed the captain of the ironclad deck about the town.

The captain then reported the situation to Commodore McMahon inside the ironclad as well.

"The town of Yevpatoria surrendered?" Commodore McMahon asked the captain in a wistful manner.

"That's right!" The captain responded to Commodore McMahon.

"Then appoint someone to talk to them!" Brigadier General McMahon shook his head and sighed, knowing that the town probably had no regular Russian army units.

Thinking of the exhaustive mobilization work here, but in the end it was such a result, Brigadier General McMahon's heart was a little irritable.

In this way, under the orders of Brigadier General McMahon, the ironclad and the troop carrier anchored in the area of their home less than 100 meters from the port, and a steamboat was lowered from the ironclad ship, and the person in charge of the negotiation was in charge of the speedboat.

When the speedboat arrived at the pier, Kasinachyev hurried up to greet the visitors.

"Welcome to the arrival of the French Imperial army in the small town of Yevpatoria, I am the mayor of the town, Casinacheev!" Kasinacheev introduced himself to the deputies.

"I, the representative of Brigadier General McMahon! Now I officially inform you that your town has been taken over by us! If you want to resist, then you will bear the consequences! The negotiator saluted Kasinacheev and said: "On the contrary, if you are willing to cooperate with us, we can guarantee the safety of the lives and property of all people in your town!" ”

"Yes! Willing! Our town is willing to cooperate with the French Imperial army! Kasinacheev hurriedly responded.

"Excellent! I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future! The negotiator stretched out his hand to Kasinacheev.

"Happy working together! Happy working together! Kasinacheev said with a flattering smile

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