The members of the Kyiv Hussars never imagined that they would one day be killed by more than 50 of their own friendly forces, and even worse, their own regimental commander would be killed by a friendly bullet.

The members of the Franco-Saxon coalition who were opponents also did not expect that the Russian infantry would be able to attack their own cavalry, how big the grievances between the two sides were!

And the initiator of all this, Lieutenant General Kiriako, was able to laugh heartlessly after ordering his own infantry to beat his own friendly troops, this is simply a live traitor!

……

Thanks to the "assistance" of the "friends of the coalition", Lieutenant General Kiriako, the assault brigade, which originally wanted to rely on the hollow phalanx to defend against the cavalry units, abandoned its conservative tactics under the orders of Major General Boques.

Major General Bokes, who was riding on his horse, raised the command knife in his hand, pointed the tip of the knife at the high ground of Telegraph Mountain, and gave an order: "Listen to me, all of them!" ”

After hearing this order from Bokes, all the soldiers of the assault brigade decisively took off their backpacks and went into battle lightly.

"I don't care if you're a teammate or an enemy in front of you, your mission is to rush to the high ground for me and take down those sons of bitch Russians! When a teammate falls, there will naturally be follow-up medical personnel to send them to the back! All you have to do is give me a head to get there! Did you hear me clearly? Major General Bockes said in a loud voice what Sir Cambenin meant.

"Understood!" Members of the assault brigade in the front row also responded in unison.

"Rush me!"

With the order of Major General Boskai, all the members of the assault brigade launched an attack in columns on the heights of Telegraph Hill.

The sound of gunfire resounded one after another on the battlefield, and the white gunpowder smoke produced after the Mine gun was fired filled the battlefield, blocking the sight of the soldiers of the Zhuaf regiment, making it impossible for them to see clearly the Russian soldiers on the high ground of Telegraph Hill, and they could only judge the approximate location of the Russian soldiers on Telegraph Hill by virtue of their vague memory.

Even so, quite a few Russian soldiers fell to the ground.

460, 426m, 382m......

The soldiers of the Zhuaf Regiment and the Sardinian Chasseur Regiment walked at a constant speed while taking out the already fixed amount of sealed Minne bullets from their backpacks, tearing open the package with their teeth and pouring black powder into it, then putting the Minne bullet into the barrel, compacting the Minne bullet with a bullet pusher, and pulling the trigger.

The short distance of more than 100 meters was enough for a skilled Zhuaf soldier to fire two bullets at the Russian Imperial soldiers on the high ground, and the brave and skilled Russian Imperial Russian army had been frightened by the bullets of the assault brigade and the Napoleonic cannon before they had inflicted any casualties on the French Empire, not to mention the presence of a "friend of the coalition" in their camp.

Under the artillery and rifle offensive of the French Empire, the Kiev hussar regiment, which had lost its commander, first fell into collapse, and they began to flee backwards without obeying orders, trying to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

The collapse of the hussar regiment was like the first domino to fall, which dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the Russian Empire on the heights of Telegraph Hill, and the Moscow and Minsk regiments could not bear the passive beating, and the soldiers, who had completely lost confidence in Lieutenant General Kirikov, began to retreat involuntarily.

"Come back! Don't run! You cowards! You're still not soldiers of the Empire! Half-drunk and half-awake, Lieutenant General Kirikov shouted at the group of cowards in front of him, not realizing that the main reason for the defeat in front of him was not the troops themselves, but Lieutenant General Kirikov.

If it weren't for his successive blows to the Russian imperial army stationed on the heights of Telegraph Hill, the three regiments (3,000 in Minsk, 3,000 in Moscow, and 1,000 in Kiev) of nearly 7,000 men would not have been crushed by the French army so quickly.

Poor Lieutenant General Kirikov could only watch as one group after another of Imperial Russian soldiers abandoned their positions and retreated, without taking him as the commander of the positions in the slightest.

If it weren't for the still loyal commander of the Minsk regiment, Brigadier General Kirikov would have been thrown away on Telegraph Hill and would have become the first high-ranking officer of the coalition forces not to take prisoners, which is generally known as the consumables of Nicholas I.

The commander of the Minsk regiment, covered with the blood of friendly soldiers, came to Lieutenant General Kirikov and pleaded with Lieutenant General Kirikov with a sincere attitude: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, the defeat is like a mountain!" Let's run! Where there is life, there is hope! (Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood)"

"However, Prince Menshikov asked me to guard this place, and it has only been a day since it was lost......" Lieutenant General Kirikov, who was at the end of the matter, once again showed a cowardly character, and he was afraid that Prince Menshikov would be sent to a military court, and he hesitated to leave with the troops.

"Your Excellency, I can't predict whether you will be punished by Prince Menshikov after this battle, but I can be sure of one thing, if you don't run now, you won't have a chance to run away in a while!" The commander of the Minsk regiment responded bluntly to Lieutenant General Kirikov, and then pointed to the French army, which was climbing.

Lieutenant General Kirikov glanced at the French army that was about to climb halfway up the mountain, remembered the hatred between the Russian Empire and the French Empire during the Napoleonic Wars, and his body involuntarily shuddered, "Quick! Come on! ”

Lieutenant General Kirikov, who had barely walked two steps, felt dizzy, and the evil consequences of the previous drunken drinking in the wooden house were completely apparent at one moment, and the commander of the Minsk regiment, who was standing on the side, had to send two soldiers to set up Lieutenant General Kirikov and flee from the heights of Telegraph Hill.

The assault brigade quickened its pace and rushed into the first line of trenches, while the latter part of the soldiers occupied the entire heights of the Telegraph Hill and planted the flags of France and Sardinia, while the other part of the soldiers continued to charge in the direction of Lieutenant General Kirikov.

In order to cover the retreat of the large army, a battalion of soldiers chose to sacrifice themselves to preserve the survival of the Russian Empire, and these Russian soldiers, led by their battalion commander, formed two columns to charge the pursuing assault brigade, and the two sides fought fiercely on the trail to Sevastopol.

Blood stained the mud on the roads, hundreds of Imperial Russian soldiers were wiped out by the soldiers of the Zhuaf Regiment, who were far superior to them, and not a single Russian soldier surrendered from the beginning to the end.

When Major General Boskai came down from the heights of Telegraph Hill, he couldn't help but look solemn when he saw the group of Russian soldiers in front of him who would rather die than surrender.

"Bury them alive! They are a group of respectable opponents, but they have met a general who is not worthy of trust! Major General Boskai gave a big order to the soldiers of the Zhuaf Regiment beside him.

"Yes!" The soldiers of the Zhuaf regiment responded to Major General Boskai.

Subsequently, Major General Boskey returned to the heights of Telegraph Hill and Brigadier General McMahon and Brigadier Bazin on the high ground to carry out the next step of the plan.

"I have already told Commander-in-Chief Perissier the news of the capture of Telegraph Hill. I believe that it will not be long before Commander-in-Chief Pelisier will be able to receive the news! I hope your troops will be able to adjust to the next battle soon! Alma is not the end, but the beginning of our journey! Major General Boskai said solemnly to Brigadier General McMahon and Brigadier General Bazin.

Brigadier General McMahon and Brigadier General Bazin immediately assured Major General Boskai that their troops could continue to fight.

……

In contrast to General Boskei's effortless occupation of the heights of Telegraph Hill was the Kurgan Mountain Offensive, at the left end of the front, led by Kolin. Sir Cambenin, Joe. Sir Brown, Duke of Cambridge, de Brown. Reich. The troops of the Highland Brigade, the 1st Division, the Guards Division, and the 2nd Division, led by Sir Igven, under the command of Commander Raglan, launched a series of attacks on the Kurgan Mountains in different directions, and one of the most fierce attacks was the frontal Highland Brigade.

In just half an hour, nearly 500 British soldiers were killed in the attack on the multi-sided fort, most of whom were wounded by artillery.

Of course, Prince Menshikov, as the defender, was also uncomfortable, and the well-trained British soldiers were repelled by the artillery again and again, and at the same time, they were also counterattacking the Russian army again and again with strong firepower and tenacious will.

Twenty minutes later, Sir Cunningbay finally led the Highland Brigade to the hillside less than 30 meters from Fort Face, where the vines and stubble trees on the hillside provided excellent shelter for the British army, giving the Kingdom of Britain a respite.

However, Menshikov would not give the Highlands Brigade this opportunity, and he would personally lead his troops to defeat the stubborn Highland Brigade soldiers.

Just as Prince Menshikov was about to lead the Kazan Infantry Brigade to counterattack, the adjutant who had remained at the temporary command post appeared in front of Menshikov and informed Menshikov that the herald from the heights of Telegraph Hill was now waiting for Prince Menshikov at the temporary command post on the top of the mountain, and that he said that there was something important that must be reported to Prince Menshikov in person.

"Won't you bring him to me?" Prince Menshikov loudly and angrily rebuked the rigid adjutant.

"I'll go ......," the adjutant turned, wanting to return to the temporary command post and bring the herald to Menshikov.

"Forget it! I'll go myself! ”

Menshikov had to hurriedly return to the temporary command post, but before leaving, Menshikov gave a special order to the Kazan Infantry Brigade to defend it.

Menshikov, who had returned to the command post, met with the hussars in charge of the herald, and the Kiev hussars reported to Prince Menshikov about the loss of the heights of Telegraph Hill.

Prince Menshikov, who heard the news of the loss of Telegraph Hill, was stunned, as if he had been hit on the head with a wooden stick, and a sense of powerlessness and dizziness poured into his head.

The hussars standing on the side saw Prince Menshikov swaying left and right and hurriedly helped him to prevent Prince Menshikov from falling, and after a while, Prince Menshikov recovered, and he reacted with wide eyes and shouted at the herald cavalry in front of him: "You repeat, what happened to Telegraph Mountain!" ”

"Your Excellency, Commander, Telegraph Hill is now lost! Lieutenant General Kiriako has already led the troops in a retreat to the Sevastopol trail! The herald replied to Menshikov with a wry smile.

"Can you tell me! How did you lose a high ground in such a short period of time, and it's the one that is so important to us! Could it be that all the French soldiers can fly? Or is that Kiriako idiot drinking on the battlefield again! "Prince Menshikov angrily questioned the hussars who were in charge of conveying orders.

"None of us expected the French army to risk climbing up from the edge of the cliff, and when we found them, the French army was already two or three times as large as ours, and they still had cannons in their hands, which were about the same as the naval guns in your hands, so we had no choice but to retreat!" The herald told Prince Menshikov the whole process of the loss of the hussars, which had been polished by General Kiriako.

"You mean the French brought their naval guns up from the cliff?" Menshikov asked the herald cavalry with a frown.

"They may not be naval guns, but they're not much as powerful as ours!"

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