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Make France Great Again - Chapter 537

Published at 16th of January 2023 05:48:23 AM


Chapter 537: captive tolstoy

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Brigadier General Trosch, who had landed in the port of Calatina, never dreamed that the British and French forces he led would be victorious in the two hours after landing in the port of Calatina.

With only 5,000 troops, they reached the bastion near the south bank (bay) of Sevastopol from the port of Kalatina.

The defenders who were responsible for defending the bastion saw the deserters who had returned from the defeat, and the British and French troops who had "fallen from heaven".

The morale that was finally built up was demoralized all of a sudden. In the eyes of these Russian soldiers, the British and French forces have become an army with demonic power (don't ask me, 19th century Slav soldiers would have this idea, modern old man and old lady) Not still believe in the local wild sect), Captain Belep, who guarded the bastion, fled directly.

After seeing the captain escape from the bastion, the Russian imperial soldiers in the bastion scrambled to escape into Sevastopol.

A few soldiers with a big picture in mind want to stop the other Russian soldiers in the bastion from escaping.

"Stop! If you run away, what will happen to the Russian Empire? What will happen to the residents of Sevastopol?" One of the Russian sergeants stood in front of the fleeing Russian soldiers and scolded the group of Russian Empire in front of him. Soldier.

The sergeant's heartfelt words made the hearts of the Russian imperial soldiers in the front row who wanted to escape from the bastions shake a little. They looked at each other and stopped.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The Russian soldiers in the back row shouted twice, and then moved from the back row to the front row.

Under the stunned gaze of the sergeant, he raised his leg and kicked the sergeant's abdomen.

The sergeant was kicked directly to the ground. The Russian soldier with a hint of ruffian scolded: "I won't stop you if you want to die here, I don't want to die here!"

Then he turned his head and said to the soldiers behind him: "Brothers, don't listen to him here! Even our commander has given up on this bastion, so what's the use of us staying here! Wake up! Are we simply incapable of fighting against the outside army?"

Yeah! Our officers have already run away, what's the use of us staying here! With people like us, can we really fight against them?

The Russian soldier, who had already been inclined to stick to it in his heart, now has a firmer belief in escaping from this bastion.

"No...No! Cough...cough" The sergeant who was kicked out by the Russian soldiers coughed heavily and said, "The British and French forces are just like us! They don't have any special abilities, as long as we work together Together, we will be able to defeat them!"

"Don't be kidding! If we can really defeat them, how did our army in Alma fail! I can see it clearly, you guys just want to exchange our lives for your medals!" Russia The imperial soldier retorted, and then said to the Russian soldier behind him: "Brothers, rush with me!"

Following the Russian soldier's order, the Russian soldier behind him rushed towards the gate of the bastion.

After seeing this scene, the few soldiers of the Russian Empire who were in charge of guarding the gate did not dare to block anything.

The gate of the bastion was opened by the soldiers of the Russian Empire who wanted to escape the bastion, and the Russian soldiers fled to the dock area on the south bank of Sevastopol.

Unfortunately, this group of Russian soldiers who just ran out of the bastion soon encountered a small group of lobster soldiers.

The British soldier, armed with a Lee Enfield 1853 rifle, quickly pulled the trigger.

The dense rain of projectiles shot at the fleeing Russian soldiers. In the blink of an eye, several Russian soldiers fell down.

Seeing this, the remaining Russian soldiers quickly turned around and ran away, but did not want to meet a small group of Zhuav soldiers.

Under the front and back of the Zhuav soldiers and the lobster soldiers, this group of Russian imperial soldiers could only put down their weapons and surrender.

In the face of the surrendering Russian soldiers, the British and French allied forces had to draw a part of the existing troops to **** the Russian Empire soldiers to the rear.

Before the escort, the British and French forces also inquired about the situation in the bastion of the captured Russian Imperial soldiers.

"There are not many people in the bastion!" The soldier who answered the question of the Anglo-French Allied Forces was none other than the unruly fellow in the bastion just now. At this time, he had already become a soldier under the guns of the British-French Allied Forces. A "good baby" who answers whatever you ask.

"Very good!" Captain Baptis, who was about to be promoted to second lieutenant, nodded, and then ordered his soldiers to **** him to the rear.

Afterwards, Baptis took the remaining team members into the bastion.

After attacking the bastion, Baptis moved forward all the way, and soon saw the remaining Russian soldiers in the bastion.

They raised their muskets at the French soldiers in front of them.

"Give it up! You can't win!" Sergeant Baptis said to the group of Russian soldiers in front of him.

Before the translators who followed the French army could translate French into Russian, the Russian soldier facing Baptis said to Baptis in fluent French: "I know!"

There was a hint of surprise on Baptis' face. The guy in front of him could speak French. It seems that he must be a nobleman of the Russian Empire!

Thinking of this, Baptis's tone couldn't help but say respectfully: "You already know the result, so please put down your weapons and surrender! I can guarantee that you will enjoy the noble treatment in the French military camp!"

When the translator translated this sentence to them, the few remaining Russian soldiers in the bastion were a little moved. They looked at their commander out of the corner of their eyes, hoping to hear the surrender from his mouth.

After realizing that the Russian soldiers on the opposite side generally didn't want to fight, the sharp-minded Baptis said to him while the iron was hot: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your soldiers! Why let them die in vain! They are still so young!"

After hearing Baptis' persuasion, the noble officer on the opposite side glanced at the soldier beside him.

He himself wanted to be loyal to the tsar, but the group of Russian soldiers under him obviously didn't have the consciousness to be loyal to the tsar. Does he really want to lead them down this road of death?

"I..." The noble took a deep breath, and finally ordered his subordinates to put down their guns. He came to Baptis alone and said to him, "Your eloquence is very good!"

"You are overrated!" Baptis responded modestly.

Afterwards, Baptis curiously asked the name and position of the nobleman in front of him.

"Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy, who participated in battles in the Caucasus before, the rank of sergeant!"

That's right, the guy in front of him is none other than the future famous Russian writer Tolstoy.

In the original history, Tolstoy turned to fight under the command of Prince Paskevich in the Danube region after the battle in the Caucasus. After Prince Paskevich led the army to return to Bessarabia, Tolstoy. Tai followed Commander Gorchakov to the Sevastopol fortress.

Since Prince Paskevich ended the Danube battle earlier on this timeline, Tolstoy did not go to the Danube Army as in history, but was directly transferred to Sevastopol by Prince Menshkov .

Tolstoy, who stayed in Sevastopol for less than two months, has now become a prisoner of the French army.

Although it was a shame to be captured by the French Empire, it also indirectly allowed Tolstoy to avoid subsequent battles.

Because the battles that followed were even bloodier than now, if you were not careful, the future great writer would become the consumables of the tsar and buried in this land.

Of course, the current Tolstoy does not know what will happen next, nor does he know that he will become a legendary writer.

Baptis, who occupied the bastion fortress, quickly ordered his men to put down the flag of the Russian Empire hanging on the bastion. This action undoubtedly announced to the surrounding that the Russian Empire had lost this position.

In the distance, Brigadier General Trosch saw through the telescope that the flag of the Russian Empire was being lowered, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Brigadier General Trosch, who "captured" a warhorse from near the South Bay of Sevastopol, immediately gave an order to the regimental chief of staff beside him: "Quick! Transfer a battalion of troops!"

"Yes!" The regiment chief of staff hurried into action after listening to Brigadier General Trosch's order. Brigadier General Trosch also rode his horse and galloped in the direction of the bastion.

When Brigadier General Trosch arrived near the bastion, he saw Baptis and his soldiers at the gate of the bastion.

Brigadier General Trox hurriedly got off his horse, came to Baptis, held Baptis' hand, and said excitedly, "You did a great job!"

"You have won the prize!" Baptis responded modestly, and then he introduced the remaining Russian Imperial soldiers in the bastion to Brigadier General Trosch.

"Your Excellency Brigadier General, this is Tolstoy, a nobleman of the Russian Empire!" Baptis said to Brigadier General Trosch.

Brigadier General Trosch looked Tolstoy up and down and said, "You didn't run away?"

"Why should I run away! This is the territory of our Russian Empire!" Tolstoy responded confidently to Brigadier General Trosch: "Those who should leave here should say you!"

"Your homeland?" Brigadier General Trosch responded to Tolstoy with a disdainful smile on his lips: "You have only occupied this place for less than 100 years, so how dare you call this your homeland! This is Ottoman Human land, we are here to help the Ottomans restore their land!"

"I..." Tolstoy's confidence was somewhat insignificant: "You guys have no rights!"

"Then what rights do you Russia rely on to occupy this land?"

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