The Russian Imperial Army, under the command of Lieutenant General Kornilov, was lying on the ground to avoid shelling.

Under the command of Brigadier General Trochu, the British and French light infantry, under the protection of the naval guns in the port of Kalayana, moved slowly in the direction of the incoming Russian Empire troops, either in a skirmish line (to be precise, in the case of the Zhuaf regiment) or in a column mode (the British were shot in line during the Napoleonic Wars).

The vast majority of the Russian Imperial Army, suppressed by the naval artillery, could only watch the British and French troops move towards them, and a few young Slavic soldiers with strong blood stood up to fight back against them, never thinking that the smoothbore gun in his hand was not capable of supporting him to counterattack, not to mention that the current Russian Imperial Army was still in the coverage of naval artillery.

Even if one or two Russian servicemen rushed in the direction of the Anglo-French forces despite their orders, they would face nothing more than the ghosts of the ship's guns.

Fortunately, Lieutenant General Kornilov was located on a hill, and the vast majority of shells were only able to hit Kornilov's surroundings, causing impact damage from the explosion of the shells.

If Lieutenant General Kornilov was on a plain, the naval guns on the port of Karatinna could have crushed Kornilov's troops at the first time.

Nearly 500 naval guns bombarded the troops led by Lieutenant General Kornilov for more than half an hour, during which Lieutenant General Kornilov's troops could hear wails from time to time.

If you're lucky, you might even see severed limbs falling from the sky.

These scenes were nothing short of a nightmare for the militia who participated in the battle for the first time.

After the artillery stopped, Lieutenant General Kornilov patted the dust on his body and shouted at the Russian Imperial soldiers: "Queue! Fast! ”

The Russian soldiers, who heard Lieutenant General Kornilov's order, hurriedly got up and lined up in a horizontal line to meet the Anglo-French forces.

It is a pity that the distance between the British and French forces and them has long been in the effective range of 550 meters.

At a distance of about 550 meters, the Anglo-French forces could hit the Russian Imperial Army, which simply did not have the means to hit the Anglo-French forces.

If Lieutenant General Kornilov had participated in the Battle of Arma, he would not have taken the liberty of leading his troops to meet the Anglo-French forces with ease.

In the case of a large difference in the generation of weapons, defense is the most effective method.

Of course, the culprit for all this is Prince Menshikov, Lieutenant General Kiriako.

If Prince Menshikov had chosen to forcibly return to the fortress of Sevastopol after the defeat at the Battle of Arma, Lieutenant General Kornilov would have been able to know the range of the Anglo-French rifles.

If it weren't for the fact that Lieutenant General Kiriako, after being captured, shook out a lot about the inside of Sevastopol, St. Marshal Arnault also did not make up his mind to capture Sevastopol.

Of course, as far away as Jérôme in Paris. Bonaparte also played a part in the defeat of Sevastopol.

If it weren't for his telegram, St. Marshal Arnault would probably have to wait some time before he made up his mind to attack.

At this time, Lieutenant General Kornilov did not know that from before the start of the offensive in Sevastopol, he had lost time and people.

The geographical advantage alone simply did not defeat the coalition forces.

When the British and French troops raised the Mineer rifle in their hands on an equal footing with the Lee Enfield rifle, there was a laugh from the camp of the Russian Imperial Army.

How did they know the horror of the Migne rifles, who had not been beaten by the Migne rifles, and these ignorant Slavic barbarians took the actions of the Anglo-French army as fear, and in their eyes the Anglo-French army was a bunch of cowards, who only dared to shoot from a distance.

The soldiers of the two battalions, located at the forefront, pulled the trigger, the bullets flew out of the chambers and fired at the vanguard of the Russian Empire at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

The unsuspecting vanguard fell to the ground the next second they heard the gunshots, and the Russian Imperial Army had just hit a shot and wounded dozens of people.

And that's not even counting the Imperial Russian soldiers who had just been killed and wounded by the aftermath of the ship's guns.

The Russian Imperial Army, which had never encountered such a situation, was stunned at once, they first glanced at the fallen Russian Imperial soldiers, most of these Russian Imperial soldiers who were hit by the Minne bullet did not die in the first place, and they fell to the ground desperately reaching out to their compatriots around them, begging for their help, and the blood gushing out of the wound stained the gray military uniform red.

"Help me...... Please......" The fallen Slavic soldier showed a pained expression and intermittently sent a plea for help to the soldiers around him.

After the soldiers around them saw the tragic situation of their fallen comrades, the fear in their hearts began to flood.

They remembered some rumors in the barracks, and their fears of the Anglo-French army intensified.

"Hurry up! You are all baptized warriors of Christ, and the evil power borrowed from hell by the Anglo-French forces will not do anything for you! I will stand with you in this battle! ”

Just as the soldiers of the Russian Empire were thinking nonsense, the voice of Lieutenant General Kornilov appeared in the ears of the soldiers of the Russian Empire.

The voice of Lieutenant General Kornilov regained the courage of the Russian Imperial Army, who remembered what God's shepherds (priests) had said to them an hour earlier.

The priest told them that they were all soldiers chosen by the Lord, and that the reason why the Lord chose them was to protect Sevastopol and His Majesty the Tsar!

Therefore, their every move is under the watchful eye of the Lord, and all their actions are secretly driven by the Lord, and all the warriors who are loyal to Sevastopol will roar and be led by the Lord to heaven to enjoy worship...... Whoever does not obey the Lord's command will not be able to go to heaven after his death......

Thinking of this, the hearts of the innocent soldiers of the Russian Empire were both excited and afraid.

They were afraid of death, but they wanted to bring glory to God and the Tsar.

This ambivalence will make them not afraid of death for a short time, but once the number of deaths exceeds a certain number, their team will be at risk of collapsing.

The collapse of a small group of troops, which led to the collapse of a large army, has been a common occurrence on battlefields throughout the ages.

Especially an army like the Russian Empire, which was sustained entirely by faith.

"For His Majesty the Tsar!" Lieutenant General Kornilov, holding a flintlock pistol in his left hand and drawing the command knife hanging from his waist in his right hand, gave the troops the order to charge.

The Russian troops, under the influence of Lieutenant General Kornilov, followed Lieutenant General Kornilov and charged towards the location of the Anglo-French forces.

"It's another trick!" Lieutenant General Trochu looked at this group of Russian Imperial troops who looked at death as if they were at home, and couldn't help but shake his head and give an order to the regimental chief of staff who was temporarily serving as an adjutant next to him: "Pass my order, the British and French troops are free to fire!" But don't let them lean in! ”

"Yes!" The chief of staff of the regiment hurriedly responded, and then rode a horse to convey Brigadier General Trochu's order to the front-line troops.

The front-line troops, having received the order of Brigadier General Trochu, retreated methodically and incessantly attacked the Russian Imperial Army.

After the third round of firing, almost 100 Russian Imperial soldiers fell on the way of the charge.

The morale of the vanguard began to gradually decline, and just as Lieutenant General Kornilov was preparing to let the next group of soldiers take their place, a soldier armed with a Minegun was pointing a Minegun at Lieutenant General Kornilov in the French camp, about 700 meters away from Lieutenant General Kornilov.

Although the maximum range of the Minie rifle was 914 meters, after more than 550 meters, the accuracy of the Mine's rifle was much worse, and it took a certain amount of luck to hit Kornilov at a distance of 700 meters.

Sergeant Baptis (a battalion drawn from Juaf), who had silently calculated the distance and the direction of the wind, pulled the trigger, and the Miner bullet was fired from the muzzle.

A few seconds later, it successfully hit Lieutenant General Kornilov in the chest, and blood flowed from Lieutenant General Kornilov's chest.

Kornilov, who had been shot, looked down at the gunshot wound in the chest with a look of consternation, and then muttered: "Withdraw!" ”

With that, Lieutenant General Kornilov fell to the ground.

The killing of Lieutenant General Kornilov was something that the three armies of Britain, France and Russia did not expect, and Lieutenant General Trochu, who was in charge of the French army, could not help but be overjoyed when he discovered through a telescope that Lieutenant General Kornilov had fallen, and he hurriedly gave an order to the chief of staff of the regiment: "Quick! Order the troops to attack immediately! Attack now! ”

The regimental chief of staff quickly left, and then conveyed his order to the two battalion commanders of the forward.

The two battalion commanders, too, did not hesitate in the slightest and launched a bayonet charge at the Russian Imperial Army, the lost supreme commander.

Before the Russian Imperial Army could recover from the grief of losing Lieutenant General Kornilov, the British and French troops came to them.

A trial of blood and iron officially began, and the agile Zhuaf soldiers became a sharp knife on the battlefield, and the other British and French soldiers followed in the footsteps of the Zhuaf regiment and slaughtered into the Russian army.

In the face of the Anglo-French alliance like a tiger descending from a mountain, the Russian Imperial Army, whose morale had fallen to the bottom, was defeated one after another.

Once again, the big rout caused by a small rout was staged.

"Your Excellency, are we still in pursuit?" The chief of the general staff of the regiment asked Brigadier General Trochu.

After thinking for a moment, Brigadier General Trochu made a bold determination and said, "Chase!" ”

The British and French troops, under the orders of Brigadier General Trochu, pursued them for a long distance.

It wasn't until he saw that he had arrived at a fort near the south bank of Sevastopol that Brigadier General Trochu, who felt that he had gone too deep, ordered his soldiers to capture the fort while sending infantry to ask for help from the large Anglo-French forces on the north bank!

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