Early in the morning of June 10, 1854.

The orange-red danxia lit up the sky, and a thin mist shrouded between the Black Sea and the Sevastopol fortress. Marshal Arnault's battleship departed from the port of Kamish on the southern shore of Sevastopol and arrived near the military port of Constantinople in a period of more than four hours.

Under the curious gaze of the lookout of the military port, the warship with the French flag flying on the mast slowly sailed into the port dock of the military port and stopped at the port wharf.

Just as the harbor lookouts and sailors were speculating on what the battleship was going to do when it arrived in Constantinople, a red-carpeted gangway went up and down the battleship, and after a while, a group of French soldiers in blue and white uniforms ran down from the battleship and lined up in two columns at the dock, as if preparing for the disembarkation of the big man on the warship.

Who could it be? Could it be the emperor of the French Empire?

While the sailors in the harbor were talking, the saint who was holding the marshal's scepter. Marshal Arnaud and his adjutant, Brigadier General Trochu, appeared on the gangway.

The face is slightly sickly pale Saint. Marshal Arnault walked step by step to the port docks and followed him in St. Arnault. Brigadier General Trochu, who had walked down the stairs with Marshal Arnault, walked to St. Trochu with a worried look on his face. Marshal Arno stood side by side, stretching out his hand to support the marshal who was suffering from illness, but he didn't want to be saint. Marshal Arno tapped the back of his hand lightly with the marshal's scepter.

"I'm not too weak to walk!" Saint. Marshal Arnaud stubbornly said a word to Brigadier General Trochu.

"But......" Brigadier General Trochu looked at St. Trochu aggrievedly. Arnault.

"But what is it! Nothing but that! "St. Marshal Arnault's voice was a little weak, but his tone was still full of determination.

Brigadier General Trochu had no choice but to give up his support to the saint. Marshal Arnault's intentions, but his gaze still turned to St. Arnault from time to time. Marshal Arno glanced at it to prevent St. Marshal Arno suddenly fell.

Saint. Marshal Arnault and Brigadier General Trochu entered the supply reserve area of the military port from the dock, where they met the head of the military port of Constantinople, the Ottoman rear admiral Mehmed. Zadler.

"St. Marshal Arno, welcome to the port of Constantinople! I am the head of the port, Mohammed. Zadler! "Muhammad. Zadler first addressed St. Arnault saluted, then introduced himself in French.

"Mr. Major General, could you please lend us a carriage?" Saint. Marshal Arnault asked Muhammad with a smile. Zadler Road.

Thanks to St. Marshal Arnault's must not inform the embassy in France of Constantinople, so after he disembarked, he had to look for a carriage to get to the embassy himself.

"It's an honor to be able to serve you!" Muhammad. Zadler respectfully addressed St. Zadler. Marshal Arnault said.

Muhammad. Zadler then ordered his men to look for a carriage fit for the marshal, while he himself stood in St. Madler's position. Marshal Arnault accompanied St. Arnault in front of him. Marshal Arnault chattered.

"Your Excellency, aren't you supposed to command the battle in the Crimea? Why did you come back all of a sudden? "Muhammad. Zadler asked St. Marshal Arnault said.

"I'm coming back this time to report the good news to Paris!" Saint. Marshal Arnault replied briefly.

"Annunciation?" Muhammad. Zadler was a little confused, he didn't know where the joy came from.

It's only been a little over a week since the Battle of Arma was won, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be any need to alarm the saint so soon. Good news for Marshal Arnault!

It's not going to be an attack on the Sevastopol fortress! It should be impossible, how could the combat effectiveness of the British and French armies be......

"The coalition forces won a decisive victory in Sevastopol, and now our army has taken Sevastopol!" Saint. Marshal Arno said in a flat tone.

Hear St. The words of Marshal Arnault, Mohammed. Zadler's eyes widened as he looked at St. Zadler. Marshal Arnault.

At this moment, he couldn't believe his ears, Sevastopol was an important city of the Russian Empire, and no matter how bad it was, there should be about 5 or 60,000 people, and it was so easily breached!

"You...... You didn't lie to me! "Muhammad. Zadler's tongue quivered, and he spoke a little uncomfortably.

"Is it necessary for the marshal to lie to you about this kind of military affairs?" Brigadier General Trochu stood aside and reprimanded Muhammad. Zadler Road.

"No need! Not necessarily! "Muhammad. Zadler replied to Brigadier General Trochu with a flattering smile, and then couldn't help but turn to St. Troch. Marshal Arno asked: "Marshal, is this true?" ”

"You ......" Brigadier General Trochu wanted to reprimand Muhammad. Dele, however, was saintly. Marshal Arno stopped.

Saint. Marshal Arnault nodded to Muhammad. Zadler replied word for word: "In the name of the commander of the French Expeditionary Force, I assure you that everything I say is true!" ”

"Marshal, please forgive my faux pas! I'm really ...... It's so exciting...... Before you breached, I always thought that no one had ever been able to break through Sevastopol...... I swear...... I thought we were going to lose there forever...... "Muhammad. Zadler was so agitated that he couldn't speak incoherently.

"Major General Zadler, take the liberty of asking! Are you from the Crimean peninsula? "St. Marshal Arnault carefully looked at the major general in front of him.

Judging by his appearance, there are indeed some Tatar features.

Muhammad. Zadler hurried to St. Marshal Arno explained that his great-great-grandfather once lived in Sevastopol as a nobleman of the Crimean Khanate.

After the defeat of the Fifth Russo-Turkish War and the complete annexation of the Crimean Khanate by the Russian Empire, his great-great-grandfather fled the Crimean Peninsula with his family property and came to Constantinople, where he is now in his fourth generation.

"When I was very young, I heard my grandfather say that Sevastopol is our hometown! If given the chance, he wants to return to his native land in Crimea! "Muhammad. Zadler affectionately addressed St. Zadler. Marshal Arnault said: "But he has never set foot there in his life!" ”

"Hey!" After listening to Muhammad. Zadler's words, St. Marshal Arno sighed and said, "Then it's up to you to fulfill this wish for him!" ”

"I will!" Muhammad. Zadler nodded in reply.

Saint. Marshal Arno with Muhammad. Zadler, you are a small talk from Muhammad. In the mouth of Zadler, St. Marshal Arno learned that there was a group of exiled nobles in Constantinople who wanted to restore the homeland of the Crimean Khanate, and that their power and wealth were ranked high in the Ottoman Empire.

"Your Excellency, Marshal!" Muhammad. Zadler said with a sincere expression: "If the French Empire is willing to lend a hand to help us re-establish the Crimean Khanate, then the newborn Crimean Khanate will definitely be the first to be the first to be seen by France!" ”

"It's too early to ask!" Saint. Arno replied coldly, then pointed to the carriage and said, "The carriage is coming!" ”

Didn't get the saint. Marshal Arnault replied accurately to Muhammad. Zadler sighed inwardly, knowing that it would be too difficult to recreate the Crimean Khanate.

However, he will never give up any possibility, even the slightest one.

"I'll send you!" Muhammad. Zadler's on St. Marshal Arnault said with great gratitude.

"No need!" Saint. Marshal Arnault raised his hand and rejected Muhammad. Zadler's request.

Subsequently, St. Marshal Arnaud and Brigadier General Trochu left in a carriage.

Brigadier General Trochu, who had entered the carriage, couldn't wait to ask: "Marshal, you ...... just now"

"It's just small talk!" Saint. Marshal Arnault replied slowly, and then sneered: "However, what he said is indeed a way to build the Crimean Khanate!" If our Emperor Majesty wants to completely knock Russia to the ground! ”

"Probably not!" Brigadier General Trochu shook his head and replied, "Your Majesty should know how difficult it is to completely crush this huge country!" Our actions in the Crimea can only be counted as a smack of the Russian Empire's shins! I'm afraid this won't do much harm to the Russian Empire! ”

"The inability to inflict harm on the Russian Empire does not mean that there is no harm to the Tsar! Do you remember what Prince Talleyrand said? "St. Marshal Arnault said with a grin.

"What?" Brigadier General Trochu did not come up with it for a while.

Prince Talleyrand had said...... "Saint. Marshal Arnault put on an old god expression, as if he was imitating the original Talleyrand: "You should think of a new reason for the death of the Tsar, it is too boring to always have a stroke!" ”

"You mean that Nicholas I will face a stroke?" Brigadier General Trochu asked.

Saint. Marshal Arno shrugged his shoulders and said to Trochu: "I don't know this!" After all, I probably don't see the Tsar dead! ”

Saint. As soon as Marshal Arnault's words fell, the entire carriage became extremely quiet again.

After a while, the soldier in charge of driving to St. Marshal Arno said: "Your Excellency, we have arrived!" ”

"Ahem...... Cough "St. Marshal Arno coughed twice and pushed the door open.

The three-storey red mansion of the French Embassy appeared in Saint-Saint-Saint-Saint-T In front of the eyes of Marshal Arnault.

Saint. Marshal Arno and Brigadier General Trochu came to the gate of the embassy and knocked lightly on the door of the embassy.

Thirty seconds later, the door of the embassy opened, and the second-level secretary Klein poked his head out and said, "You want to ...... (Klein saw St. After Marshal Arnault) St. Marshal Arnault! ”

"Secretary Crane!" Saint. With a good-natured smile on his face, Marshal Arnault greeted the man in front of him, who had only met a few times in a hurry: "Ambassador Valewski, is he at the embassy?" ”

"Mr. Valewski left the embassy an hour ago!" Klein opens the door to invite St. Marshal Arno entered it.

"And where did he go?"

"The French military hospital in Constantinople!" Klein lowered his voice to St. Marshal Arnault responded.

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