In Jérôme. Under Bonaparte's orders, Marshal Regnio led two brigades and one regiment to the north bank of Sevastopol through a pontoon bridge built in the port of Sevastopol.

At this time, the northern shore of Sevastopol was already in chaos, and there were troops of the Kingdom of Britain everywhere.

"Where's Marshal Raglan?" Marshal Regino, who had stepped into the land on the north bank of Sevastopol, grabbed a British officer who was running around and asked him about Marshal Raglan's movements.

"Marshal Raglan, now overseeing the battle to the east (the Jonah River)!" The officer immediately responded to Marshal Regino.

Marshal Regnio then led his troops to the vicinity of the Gioana River, where he saw Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha.

At this moment, Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha, who were on horseback, had only four adjutants and a company of soldiers beside them, while in front of them there was about a regiment of Turkish soldiers and a regiment of British soldiers, slowly approaching their previously lost positions.

Unfortunately, before they could get close to the effective range, they were attacked by the artillery erected by the Russian Empire on the edge of the cliff.

Dense shells rained down on the British and Turkish troops, and the sound of explosions and screams resounded through the battlefield.

Seeing this, the Turkish troops on the left flank panicked and pulled the trigger of their rifles.

The Minne bullet quickly flew out of the chamber and hit the "target" in the blink of an eye.

Screams came from the Turkish army, it turned out that the target of the Turkish army was its own army, and dozens of Turkish soldiers in the front row did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of their own people.

The Turkish army on the left flank quickly collapsed, and many Turkish soldiers spontaneously withdrew back, with no intention of cooperating with the British army in seizing positions.

Commander Raglan, who was standing at the foot of the mountain, looked at the slowly retreating Turkish troops with a look of chagrin on his face.

Omar Pasha, who was next to him, also had a look of shame on his face, and he hurriedly begged Marshal Raglan if he could let the army withdraw first and wait for a while to attack the position.

"Hey!" Marshal Raglan sighed and said, "That's all! ”

Field Marshal Raglan sent an adjutant to give the order to halt the attack, and after a while, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Britain also retreated like a tidal wave.

There was a cheer of "Ula" from the positions of the Russian Empire, and the faces of Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha became even more ugly.

At this moment, Regnio's voice came from behind Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha: "Raglan, Omar! ”

Marshal Raglan, who heard Regnio's voice, hurriedly turned his head to look behind him and asked, "When did you come?" ”

"Just now!" Regnio replied briefly.

"Makes you laugh!" Marshal Raglan smiled wryly and replied to Regino.

"Nothing!" Marshal Regino was relieved: "It's just a momentary mistake!" I believe that as long as the British army and the Ottoman Empire can regain their strength and attack again, they will definitely be able to capture this position! ”

Marshal Reinho's relief did not comfort Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha, of course they knew that as long as they could mobilize the entire army on the north bank of Sevastopol, and then stud at any cost, they would definitely be able to take the position!

However, if they do, they will inevitably weaken their defenses at Star Fortress and coastal batteries.

If the remaining forces of Bakhchisaray and Saki attacked them, they would be in danger.

Judging from the map, the distance between Bakhchisaray and the north bank of Sevastopol is only more than 20 kilometers, and as long as Bakhchisaray marches at any cost, it is fully capable of reaching Sevastopol in two to three hours.

"Regnio, we need your help!" Marshal Raglan was sincere to Jérôme. Bonaparte pleaded.

"The purpose of coming here this time is to help you take the position!" Marshal Regnio smiled and replied to Marshal Raglan.

Just as Marshal Regnio, Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha were discussing how to attack the position at the lowest cost, a Russian soldier in a green uniform slowly walked down from the position with a white flag.

The faces of the three of them showed a touch of curiosity at the same time, they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the Russian gourd.

After a while, the Imperial Russian officer came to the British and Turkish army camp, and was brought before Marshal Raglan by the British army.

"Marshal Raglan, Marshal Regnio, Omar Pasha!" The Russian officer greeted the three men on horseback.

"What do you mean by that? Is it to surrender to us? Marshal Raglan, who was on horseback, still asked the Russian officer in an arrogant manner.

In the face of Marshal Raglan's arrogance, the Russian officer still showed a neither humble nor arrogant attitude: "Marshal Raglan, I came here on the orders of Commander Pavlov to discuss a temporary truce with your army!" I'm sure your army doesn't want the corpses of their own soldiers to be left like this! ”

"Truce? No way! Marshal Raglan decisively rejected the advice of the Russian Imperial officer, and he sneered and responded to the Russian officer: "Don't think that I don't know, what kind of calculations you are playing!" Don't you just want to take advantage of this time to send people to Bakhchisaray to bring rescue troops! I can tell you now that you don't even think about it! ”

After a moment of silence, the Russian officer replied sincerely: "If we are willing to return the flag of your army and the Duke of Cambridge, is your army willing to agree to our conditions!" ”

Hearing the second condition of the Russian officer, Marshal Raglan fell into deep thought, knowing that now asking for an armistice would be tantamount to giving the Russian Empire the opportunity to send troops to the north bank of Sevastopol.

However, the return of the British Guards flag and the Duke of Cambridge did make Marshal Raglan a little moved.

After all, the flag of an army is the soul of an army.

The loss of the flag is not only equivalent to the loss of the soul, but also the possibility of being outrightly banned.

If the reporters of the London newspaper had known, Marshal Raglan's life would have been over.

Sevastopol will be a stain on him that will never be washed away.

For a man of Marshal Raglan's age, his posthumous name is more important than his life.

No one wants to be buried in the ground with the title of "Destroyer of the Guards".

The Russian officers, who saw that Marshal Raglan was shaken, once again assured Marshal Raglan that this truce would never last more than two hours, and they could also claim that the Duke of Cambridge and the Guards Division had held out of their positions for a long time, and the Russian Empire had released them out of respect.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured! We won't let you get off the stage! The Russian officer put on a look of concern for Marshal Raglan, who seemed to have been sure that Raglan would agree with him.

After all, Commander Raglan was an old man who valued honor very much, and he certainly did not want to leave a single stain.

It is a pity that the Russian officers clearly did not understand what the honor that Marshal Raglan held on to.

Field Marshal Raglan had an indignant look on his face, and he pulled out his pistol and shot it at the Russian officer's feet.

"Bang" a gunshot rang out, and the projectile shot into the dirt under the feet of the Russian officer.

The Russian officer looked at Marshal Raglan with a pale face, and Marshal Raglan, who had shot this shot, seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he pointed a gun at the Russian officer out of breath and said: "You are insulting the honor of a soldier!" If this were in the dueling arena, I could have shot you with what you just said! ”

Marshal Raglan paused and shouted to the Russian officer: "Now I tell you, there are only British soldiers who died in battle, and there are no British soldiers in this world!" Want a truce? Yes, as long as you can beat us! ! Don't let me see you again! ”

The guards beside Marshal Raglan looked at the Russian officer with unkind faces, and at the slightest disagreement they meant to break him to pieces.

"Okay!" The Russian officer shrugged his shoulders and said in a tone of unwavering intentness: "Since the Kingdom of Britain is unwilling to accept our request for a temporary truce, then we can only talk about war!" ”

After saying that, the Russian officer left the place of Marshal Raglan.

Marshal Raglan still gasped for breath and said to the adjutants beside him: "You go to the front line immediately, help those fools fight for the army, and then go into battle as soon as possible!" ”

"Yes! Marshal! The adjutants looked at Marshal Raglan with a worried look on his face, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he could not speak, but saluted Marshal Raglan and left.

Marshal Raglan then turned his gaze to Marshal Regnio, to whom he said almost in a pleading tone: "Help me, Regnio!" ”

"Good!" Marshal Regino nodded, then held out his hand.

Marshal Raglan and Marshal Regnio held hands tightly.

At 4:30 p.m., the sun gradually came from south to west among the mountains.

The artillery of the Kingdom of Britain was also fully prepared, with three inch large-caliber naval guns dismantled from the ship, ten twelve-pounder guns, and more than twenty six- and eight-pounder guns, while attacking the location of the Russian Imperial artillery, which was far less numerous than theirs.

Large-caliber shells smashed into the positions of the Russian Empire, and the waves of air were enough to bury the Russian Imperial soldiers around the shells in the ground.

"Fight back! Hurry up and let our artillery fight back! General Pavlov, who was standing at the temporary command post in the rear of the position, observed through his telescope that his artillery position was being shelled by the Kingdom of Britain, and immediately gave an order to the artillery brigade next to him.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander!" The commander of the artillery brigade went to the artillery position after saluting Pavlov.

After a while, the artillery brigade commander returned to the temporary command post with a bitter face.

"What's going on? Why not fight back yet! Pavlov asked, pointing to the commander of the artillery brigade.

"Your Excellency, the range of our artillery is far from that of the opponent of Britain on the other side, and they still have naval guns in their hands!" The artillery brigade commander replied to Pavlov.

"What then! Do you just sit there? Pavlov accused.

The artillery brigade commander is not talking, and his meaning is self-evident.

"Hey!"

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