"What should I do?"

Saint. Marshal Arno's conditions were undoubtedly a great temptation for Pelisier, who aspired to become the Marshal of the Reich, so much so that Pelisier couldn't help but open his mouth to ask St. Francis Grand. Marshal Arnault said.

"Ahem...... cough ...... "St. Arno coughed violently a few times and stood in St. Brown. Seeing this, Brigadier General Trochu, who was beside Arnaud, immediately handed over the wet wipes hanging at the head of the bed to St. Arnault. In the hands of Marshal Arnault.

Put the towel to your mouth of the St. Marshal Arnault coughed even more violently. When Marshal Arnaud handed the towel back to Brigadier General Trochu, a blood stain appeared on the towel.

"Marshal, are you alright?" Brigadier General Trochu asked St. Trochu worriedly. Marshal Arnault said.

"What can I do!" Saint. Marshal Arnault's pale face showed a smile and said: "Brigadier General Trochu, you go out first!" ”

"But......" Brigadier General Trochu looked worriedly at St. Troch. Marshal Arnault.

"I have something to say to General Perissier! Get out of here! "St. Marshal Arnault conveyed the order to Brigadier General Trochu without question.

"Yes!" Brigadier General Trochu had no choice but to leave the room.

Only St. Saint was left in the room. Marshal Arnaud and Brigadier General Trochu, St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault said to Pelissier with a serious face: "I don't have much to live!" ”

Hear St. Marshal Arno's words, Perissier's face showed a look of consternation, and he hurried to the saint. Marshal Arno said: "Your Excellency, please don't say such discouraged words! The expeditionary force is still waiting for you to personally lead! ”

"I'm not saying this to be discouraged!" Saint. Marshal Arnault's flat tone was tinged with a hint of depression, and he slowly spoke: "I know my physical condition very well! Now my body is like a candle that is about to burn out, and I can clearly feel the continuous loss of life force from my body! I'm afraid it won't be long before I meet God on this island. However, before I die, I hope to see the Sevastopol fortress conquered with my own eyes! General Perissier, I don't know if you can fulfill this wish of mine! Let me have no regrets until I return to the arms of the Lord. I can assure you that I will definitely not interfere with any of your actions during this time!

When you conquer the fortress of Sevastopol, I will personally ask for credit from Paris! ”

Saint. Marshal Arnault's condition was simple: if Pelisier captured the fortress of Sevastopol before his death, then he would recognize his merits to the emperor and make him marshal of the empire.

After listening to the St. Marshal Arnault's condition, General Pelisier was silent for a moment, and then stood up to say to St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault saluted and responded: "Your Excellency, I promise you that the Sevastopol fortress will be captured as soon as possible!" ”

With that, Pellisier left St. Marshal Arno's room.

"Thank you!"

……

At 5 o'clock the next morning, a quiet atmosphere arose on the banks of the Alma River in the morning mist, and a soldier with a military horn came out of the tent hidden in the fog and stood on the dew-soaked lawn.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

A loud and long trumpet sounded the French soldiers in the tent from their sleep.

The French soldiers who walked out of the camp yawned and cursed the soldiers who played the bugles.

After nearly an hour of staring in a daze, the more than 60,000 French soldiers finally came to their senses, and they were once again arranged in two corresponding columns in a company.

At 7 a.m., the morning fog disappeared without a trace, leaving only a fiery red disc hanging in the eastern sky.

Looking at the columns of French Imperial troops ready to set off, Commander Pellissier, who was on horseback, had a satisfied smile on his face.

Then General Perissier looked at the Kingdom of Sardinia, which was just as assembled as the French Empire, and ready to go.

Now that France and Sardinia are all ready, it stands to reason that the Ottoman Empire and the Kingdom of Britain should be ready as well.

In order to find out what was going on with the Anglo-Turkish armies, General Pelisier summoned Jérôme. Captain Patterson asks him to go to the Anglo-Turkish camp to see if they are also assembled like France.

Jérôme who received the order. Captain Patterson rode first to the Ottoman barracks, and in front of the Ottoman tent, Jérôme. Instead of seeing an orderly army, Patterson saw a group of soldiers scurrying like headless flies.

Jérôme. Paterson had no choice but to enter the Ottoman barracks and find Omar Pasha, who was commanding the logistics troops in the rear, and asked him when he would be able to put the army in order. Patterson, it took about two hours for the Ottomans to put the army in order.

Hear the reply of Jérôme. Patterson left the military camp of the Ottoman Empire and went to the military camp of the Kingdom of Britain.

In the barracks of the Kingdom of Britain, Jérôme. Patterson saw much the same scene as he saw it in the Ottoman barracks.

The chaotic army and poor logistics made it impossible for the Kingdom of Britain to organize its army at the required time. Paterson had no choice but to step into the British barracks and find Commander Raglan with the help of the soldiers in the barracks.

"Give me two hours!" Not yet waiting for Jérôme. Patterson spoke, and Commander Raglan spoke first.

"Yes!" Jérôme. Patterson nodded, then turned his horse back.

Jérôme on the way back. Paterson was undoubtedly extremely proud, and he could see how far apart the two armies were by comparing the logistics of France and Britain, and he was willing to bet that if a French army of the same size fought against the British army, the final winner would be the French Imperial Army.

Return to Jérôme in the French camp. Patterson told General Perissier everything he had seen in the Ottomans and the British, and General Perissier had listened to Jérôme. After Patterson's words, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect that the army of the Kingdom of Britain would become what it is now!" ”

General Pellissier suddenly remembered that the French Empire was able to achieve such mobilization thanks to the emperor's foresight.

If it weren't for the emperor's "insistence" on improving the army's logistics and transportation system, the French Imperial Army would probably have fallen to the same level as Britain now.

General Pelisier couldn't help but look at Jérôme, who was far away in Paris. Bonaparte admired a little, and at this moment he was even more convinced that the emperor of Paris was the one who led them to revival.

"Then we'll have to wait for them for a while!" Pelissier said helplessly, and then Pelisier revised the battle schedule, changing the original attack plan to a coffee-brewing plan.

At 10:30 a.m., the coalition forces were finally assembled.

The people on the left side of the line were the British army, and the people on the right side of the line were the French army. The Turkish and Sardinian armies were behind the British and in the middle of the French.

The British, French, and Turkish commanders were once again reunited, and the 150,000-strong coalition troops marched across the Arma River.

Today's Prince Menshikov did not choose to stay at the top of the mountain, but chose to stay with the Kazan Infantry Brigade in the multifaceted fortress, and saw through the telescope the British troops who were coming towards them, and could not help but shout sarcastically: "See? The British, who were repelled by us yesterday, are coming here again today to die! ”

"Then let them see how good we are!" The soldiers around him also laughed in response.

Menshikov did not know that the British army attacking head-on this time was very different from yesterday.

When Britain's most elite Highland Brigade infantry lined up in a horizontal line and entered the range of the Russian Empire, the commander of the Highland Brigade, Colin, was riding a horse. Sir Campbell encouraged his men and said, "Gentlemen, you are about to enter into a glorious and cruel war, so I want each and every one of you to understand that your task is only to move forward." Your mission is to crush everyone in front of you, and I will not allow you to do anything other than this. As long as you do nothing critical to move forward, I promise to teach you a hard lesson when the war is over. Your names will be erased from the diocese, and the money given to you by the government will not be given to you...... In short, your task is to cross the river and climb halfway up the mountain to teach the arrogant Russians a hard lesson! Do you understand? ”

"Got it!" The highland brigades, holding their breath, shouted at their brigade commander before moving on.

"Launch!"

With the order of Prince Menshikov, more than 100 artillery pieces began to fire on the Kurgan Mountains, and one soldier of the Highland Brigade was hit by the shells and fell to the ground.

This time, the British army showed great resilience unlike the previous ones, and after the death of a Highland Brigade soldier, the Highland Brigade soldier behind him rushed to the front to fill the vacancy.

After the Highland Brigade crossed the Arma River, Prince Menshikov's artillery team became more powerful in the Highland Brigade, which could always kill 2 or 3 soldiers with a single shell.

Even so, the soldiers of the High and Low Brigade continued to advance at a steady pace, until they reached the range of the Minne-style guns, the soldiers of the Highland Brigade in the first row half-crouched, and the soldiers of the second and third rows raised their Mine-style rifles and fired at the Russian Empire behind the mound.

The vast majority of the Russian Imperial soldiers hurriedly crouched behind the mound and fired several times, and the Minne-style guns made a "pop" sound when they hit the mound.

The Russian Imperial soldiers then began to fight back, but since their army rifles were still smoothbore, they were not capable of inflicting any damage on the Highland Brigades.

The two armies went back and forth between the foothills and the mountainside of the Kurgan Mountains for nearly half an hour, and hundreds of soldiers died in the battle.

Just when Prince Menshikov was concentrating all his attention on the British direction, the French Empire, located at the right end of the battlefield, made new advances without anyone noticing.

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