Chapter 544: Crimean Khanate Conception
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Early morning on June 10, 1854.
Orange-red Danxia lit up the sky, and thin mist lingered between the Black Sea and the Sevastopol fortress. A battleship carrying Marshal Saint Arno set off from the port of Kamish on the south bank of Sevastopol. After more than four hours, they arrived near the naval port of Constantinople.
Under the curious eyes of the military port watcher, the battleship with the French flag flying on the mast slowly entered the port terminal of the military port, and stopped at the port terminal.
Just as the port watchers and sailors were guessing what the battleship was going to do when it arrived in Constantinople, a red-carpeted gangway went up and down the battleship. After a while, a group of French soldiers in blue and white uniforms ran off the battleship. Come down, and lined up in two rows at the dock, as if preparing for the disembarkation of the big men on the warship.
who can that be? Is it the Emperor of the French Empire?
Just when the sailors in the port were talking about each other, Marshal Saint Arnault and his adjutant Brigadier General Trox appeared on the gangway with a marshal's scepter.
With a slightly sickly pale face, Marshal Saint Arnault walked step by step to the port. Brigadier General Trox, who followed Marshal Saint Arnault down the stairs, walked to Marshal Saint Arnault with a worried look. He stretched out his hand to help the marshal who was suffering from illness, but he didn't want to be gently tapped on the back of his hand by Marshal Saint Arnault with the marshal's scepter.
"I'm not too weak to walk!" Marshal Saint Arnault said stubbornly to Brigadier General Trox.
"But..." Brigadier General Trosch looked at St. Arnault aggrieved.
"But what is! There is nothing!" Marshal Saint Arno's voice was a little weak, but his tone was still full of firmness.
Brigadier General Trox had to give up his plan to help Marshal Saint Arnault, but he still glanced at Marshal Saint Arnault from time to time to prevent Marshal Saint Arnault from suddenly falling.
Marshal St. Arnault and Brigadier General Trosch entered the military port material storage area one after the other from the dock, where they met the head of the Constantinople Naval Port - Rear Admiral Mohammad Zadler of the Ottoman Empire.
"Marshal Saint Arno, welcome to the port of Constantinople! I am Mohamed Zadler, the port manager!" Mohammad Zadler first saluted Saint Arno, and then introduced himself in French.
"Mr. Major, can you lend us a carriage!" Marshal Saint Arnault asked Mohammad Zadler with a smile.
Since Marshal Saint Arnault did not notify the Embassy in Constantinople of France, he had to find a carriage to go to the embassy by himself after he disembarked.
"It's my honor to be able to serve you!" Mohamed Zadler said respectfully to Marshal Saint Arno.
Mohamed Zadler immediately ordered his men to find a carriage that fit the status of a marshal, while he stood in front of Marshal Saint Arnault and chatted with Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Your Excellency Marshal, shouldn't you be commanding the battle in Crimea? Why did you come back suddenly?" Mohammad Zadler asked Marshal Saint Arno.
"I came back this time to report the good news to Paris!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied briefly.
"Announcement?" Mohammad Zadler was a little puzzled, he didn't know where the joy came from.
It has only been more than a week since the battle of Armagh was won. It stands to reason that there should be no good news that needs to alert Marshal Saint Arnault so soon!
Wouldn't it be the attack on the Sevastopol fortress? It should be impossible, how could the combat effectiveness of the British and French armies be...
"The coalition has won a decisive victory in Sevastopol, and now our army has occupied Sevastopol!" Marshal Saint Arno said in a flat tone.
Hearing the words of Marshal Saint Arnault, Mohamed Zadler stared at Marshal Saint Arnault with wide eyes.
At this moment, he couldn't believe his ears. Sevastopol was an important town in the Russian Empire. No matter how bad it was, there should be around 50,000 or 60,000 people, but it was broken so easily!
"You...you didn't lie to me!" Mohamed Zadler's tongue trembled, and his words became somewhat awkward.
"Is it necessary for the marshal to lie to you about such a major military matter?" Brigadier General Trosh, who was standing aside, reprimanded Mohammad Zadler.
"It's not necessary! It's really not necessary!" Mohamed Zadler responded with a flattering smile to Brigadier General Trox, and then he couldn't help turning to Marshal Saint Arnault and asked, "Marshal, is this true? ?"
"You..." Brigadier General Trosch wanted to reprimand Mohammad Dele, but was stopped by Marshal Saint Arno.
Marshal Saint Arnault nodded and responded to Mohammad Zadler word for word: "I assure you in the name of the commander of the French Expeditionary Force that everything I said is true!"
"Marshal, please forgive my rudeness! I'm so... so excited... Before you broke, I always thought that no one could ever break Sevastopol... I swear... I thought we were going to lose there forever... "Mohammad Zadler was incoherent with excitement.
"Major General Zadler, take the liberty to ask! Are you from the Crimea Peninsula?" Marshal Saint Arno carefully looked at the major general in front of him.
Judging from his appearance, he does have some Tartar characteristics.
Mohammad Zadler hurriedly explained to Marshal St. Arno that his great-great-grandfather once lived in Sevastopol as a nobleman of the Crimean Khanate.
With the failure of the Fifth Russo-Turkish War, after the Crimean Khanate was completely annexed by the Russian Empire, his great-great-grandfather fled the Crimea Peninsula with his family property and came to Constantinople. Fourth generation.
"When I was very young, I heard my grandfather say that Sevastopol is our homeland! If there is a chance, he wants to return to the homeland of Crimea!" Mohamed Zadler affectionately Said to Marshal Saint Arno: "But he never set foot there in his life!"
"Hey!" After listening to Mohammad Zadler's words, Marshal Saint Arnault sighed, "Then let you fulfill this wish for him!"
"I will!" Mohammad Zadler nodded and replied.
Marshal St. Arno and Mohamed Zadler chatted with each other. From Mohammad Zadler's mouth, Marshal St. Arnault learned that there is really a group in Constantinople who wants to restore the Crimea The exiled nobles in the homeland of the Khanate, and their power and financial resources are ranked among the top in the Ottoman Empire.
"Your Excellency Marshal!" Mohamed Zadler said with a sincere expression: "If the French Empire is willing to extend a hand to help us re-establish the Crimean Khanate, then the newly created Crimean Khanate will definitely follow the lead of France!"
"It's too early for this question!" Saint Arnault responded indifferently, then pointed to the carriage and said, "The carriage is here!"
Mohamed Zadler, who did not receive an accurate answer from Marshal Saint Arno, sighed in his heart. He knew that it was too difficult to rebuild the Crimean Khanate.
However, he will never give up any possibility, even if it is a trivial one.
"I'll send you off!" Mohamed Zadler said courteously to Marshal Saint Arnault.
"No need!" Marshal Saint Arnault raised his hand to reject Mohammad Zadler's request.
Afterwards, Marshal Saint Arnault and Brigadier General Trosch left in a carriage.
After entering the carriage, Brigadier General Trosch couldn't wait to ask, "Marshal, you just..."
"It's just small talk!" Marshal Saint Arno replied slowly, and then sneered: "However, he said there is indeed a way to build the Crimean Khanate! If our emperor wants to Completely knock Russia to the ground!"
"Probably not!" Brigadier General Trosch shook his head and replied, "Your Majesty should know how difficult it is to completely destroy this huge country! Our actions in Crimea only It can be regarded as a severe blow to the calf of the Russian Empire! I am afraid this will not cause much damage to the Russian Empire!"
"Can't cause damage to the Russian Empire, doesn't mean that there is no damage to the Tsar! Do you remember what Prince Talleyrand said back then?" Marshal Saint Arnault said with a grin.
"What?" Brigadier General Trosch didn't think of it for a while.
"Prince Talleyrand said..." Marshal Saint Arnault put on an expression of an old **** on the ground, and seemed to be imitating Talleyrand at the time: "You should think of a new reason for the death of the tsar, always It's really boring to have a stroke!"
"You mean Nicholas I will face a stroke?" Brigadier General Trosch asked.
Marshal Saint Arnault shrugged and said to Trox: "I don't know about that! After all, I may not see the death of the Tsar!"
As soon as Marshal Saint Arnault's voice fell, the entire carriage became extremely quiet again.
After a while, the soldier in charge of driving said to Marshal Saint Arnault, "Your Excellency Marshal, we are here!"
"Cough...cough" Marshal Saint Arnault coughed twice and pushed open the car door.
The three-story red western-style building of the French Embassy appeared in front of Marshal Saint Arnault.
Marshal Saint Arnault and Brigadier General Trox came to the gate of the embassy and knocked gently on the gate of the embassy.
Thirty seconds later, the embassy door opened, and Klein, the second secretary, stuck his head out and said, "You want to... (after Klein saw Marshal Saint Arno) Marshal Saint Arno!"
"Secretary Klein!" Marshal St. Arno showed a kind smile on his face as he greeted the one who had only met in a hurry: "Ambassador Wallevsky, are you in the embassy?"
"Mr. Wallevsky left the embassy an hour ago!" Klein opened the door and invited Marshal Saint Arnault to enter.
"Then where did he go?"
"The French military hospital in Constantinople!" Klein lowered his voice and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault.
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Early morning on June 10, 1854.
Orange-red Danxia lit up the sky, and thin mist lingered between the Black Sea and the Sevastopol fortress. A battleship carrying Marshal Saint Arno set off from the port of Kamish on the south bank of Sevastopol. After more than four hours, they arrived near the naval port of Constantinople.
Under the curious eyes of the military port watcher, the battleship with the French flag flying on the mast slowly entered the port terminal of the military port, and stopped at the port terminal.
Just as the port watchers and sailors were guessing what the battleship was going to do when it arrived in Constantinople, a red-carpeted gangway went up and down the battleship. After a while, a group of French soldiers in blue and white uniforms ran off the battleship. Come down, and lined up in two rows at the dock, as if preparing for the disembarkation of the big men on the warship.
who can that be? Is it the Emperor of the French Empire?
Just when the sailors in the port were talking about each other, Marshal Saint Arnault and his adjutant Brigadier General Trox appeared on the gangway with a marshal's scepter.
With a slightly sickly pale face, Marshal Saint Arnault walked step by step to the port. Brigadier General Trox, who followed Marshal Saint Arnault down the stairs, walked to Marshal Saint Arnault with a worried look. He stretched out his hand to help the marshal who was suffering from illness, but he didn't want to be gently tapped on the back of his hand by Marshal Saint Arnault with the marshal's scepter.
"I'm not too weak to walk!" Marshal Saint Arnault said stubbornly to Brigadier General Trox.
"But..." Brigadier General Trosch looked at St. Arnault aggrieved.
"But what is! There is nothing!" Marshal Saint Arno's voice was a little weak, but his tone was still full of firmness.
Brigadier General Trox had to give up his plan to help Marshal Saint Arnault, but he still glanced at Marshal Saint Arnault from time to time to prevent Marshal Saint Arnault from suddenly falling.
Marshal St. Arnault and Brigadier General Trosch entered the military port material storage area one after the other from the dock, where they met the head of the Constantinople Naval Port - Rear Admiral Mohammad Zadler of the Ottoman Empire.
"Marshal Saint Arno, welcome to the port of Constantinople! I am Mohamed Zadler, the port manager!" Mohammad Zadler first saluted Saint Arno, and then introduced himself in French.
"Mr. Major, can you lend us a carriage!" Marshal Saint Arnault asked Mohammad Zadler with a smile.
Since Marshal Saint Arnault did not notify the Embassy in Constantinople of France, he had to find a carriage to go to the embassy by himself after he disembarked.
"It's my honor to be able to serve you!" Mohamed Zadler said respectfully to Marshal Saint Arno.
Mohamed Zadler immediately ordered his men to find a carriage that fit the status of a marshal, while he stood in front of Marshal Saint Arnault and chatted with Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Your Excellency Marshal, shouldn't you be commanding the battle in Crimea? Why did you come back suddenly?" Mohammad Zadler asked Marshal Saint Arno.
"I came back this time to report the good news to Paris!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied briefly.
"Announcement?" Mohammad Zadler was a little puzzled, he didn't know where the joy came from.
It has only been more than a week since the battle of Armagh was won. It stands to reason that there should be no good news that needs to alert Marshal Saint Arnault so soon!
Wouldn't it be the attack on the Sevastopol fortress? It should be impossible, how could the combat effectiveness of the British and French armies be...
"The coalition has won a decisive victory in Sevastopol, and now our army has occupied Sevastopol!" Marshal Saint Arno said in a flat tone.
Hearing the words of Marshal Saint Arnault, Mohamed Zadler stared at Marshal Saint Arnault with wide eyes.
At this moment, he couldn't believe his ears. Sevastopol was an important town in the Russian Empire. No matter how bad it was, there should be around 50,000 or 60,000 people, but it was broken so easily!
"You...you didn't lie to me!" Mohamed Zadler's tongue trembled, and his words became somewhat awkward.
"Is it necessary for the marshal to lie to you about such a major military matter?" Brigadier General Trosh, who was standing aside, reprimanded Mohammad Zadler.
"It's not necessary! It's really not necessary!" Mohamed Zadler responded with a flattering smile to Brigadier General Trox, and then he couldn't help turning to Marshal Saint Arnault and asked, "Marshal, is this true? ?"
"You..." Brigadier General Trosch wanted to reprimand Mohammad Dele, but was stopped by Marshal Saint Arno.
Marshal Saint Arnault nodded and responded to Mohammad Zadler word for word: "I assure you in the name of the commander of the French Expeditionary Force that everything I said is true!"
"Marshal, please forgive my rudeness! I'm so... so excited... Before you broke, I always thought that no one could ever break Sevastopol... I swear... I thought we were going to lose there forever... "Mohammad Zadler was incoherent with excitement.
"Major General Zadler, take the liberty to ask! Are you from the Crimea Peninsula?" Marshal Saint Arno carefully looked at the major general in front of him.
Judging from his appearance, he does have some Tartar characteristics.
Mohammad Zadler hurriedly explained to Marshal St. Arno that his great-great-grandfather once lived in Sevastopol as a nobleman of the Crimean Khanate.
With the failure of the Fifth Russo-Turkish War, after the Crimean Khanate was completely annexed by the Russian Empire, his great-great-grandfather fled the Crimea Peninsula with his family property and came to Constantinople. Fourth generation.
"When I was very young, I heard my grandfather say that Sevastopol is our homeland! If there is a chance, he wants to return to the homeland of Crimea!" Mohamed Zadler affectionately Said to Marshal Saint Arno: "But he never set foot there in his life!"
"Hey!" After listening to Mohammad Zadler's words, Marshal Saint Arnault sighed, "Then let you fulfill this wish for him!"
"I will!" Mohammad Zadler nodded and replied.
Marshal St. Arno and Mohamed Zadler chatted with each other. From Mohammad Zadler's mouth, Marshal St. Arnault learned that there is really a group in Constantinople who wants to restore the Crimea The exiled nobles in the homeland of the Khanate, and their power and financial resources are ranked among the top in the Ottoman Empire.
"Your Excellency Marshal!" Mohamed Zadler said with a sincere expression: "If the French Empire is willing to extend a hand to help us re-establish the Crimean Khanate, then the newly created Crimean Khanate will definitely follow the lead of France!"
"It's too early for this question!" Saint Arnault responded indifferently, then pointed to the carriage and said, "The carriage is here!"
Mohamed Zadler, who did not receive an accurate answer from Marshal Saint Arno, sighed in his heart. He knew that it was too difficult to rebuild the Crimean Khanate.
However, he will never give up any possibility, even if it is a trivial one.
"I'll send you off!" Mohamed Zadler said courteously to Marshal Saint Arnault.
"No need!" Marshal Saint Arnault raised his hand to reject Mohammad Zadler's request.
Afterwards, Marshal Saint Arnault and Brigadier General Trosch left in a carriage.
After entering the carriage, Brigadier General Trosch couldn't wait to ask, "Marshal, you just..."
"It's just small talk!" Marshal Saint Arno replied slowly, and then sneered: "However, he said there is indeed a way to build the Crimean Khanate! If our emperor wants to Completely knock Russia to the ground!"
"Probably not!" Brigadier General Trosch shook his head and replied, "Your Majesty should know how difficult it is to completely destroy this huge country! Our actions in Crimea only It can be regarded as a severe blow to the calf of the Russian Empire! I am afraid this will not cause much damage to the Russian Empire!"
"Can't cause damage to the Russian Empire, doesn't mean that there is no damage to the Tsar! Do you remember what Prince Talleyrand said back then?" Marshal Saint Arnault said with a grin.
"What?" Brigadier General Trosch didn't think of it for a while.
"Prince Talleyrand said..." Marshal Saint Arnault put on an expression of an old **** on the ground, and seemed to be imitating Talleyrand at the time: "You should think of a new reason for the death of the tsar, always It's really boring to have a stroke!"
"You mean Nicholas I will face a stroke?" Brigadier General Trosch asked.
Marshal Saint Arnault shrugged and said to Trox: "I don't know about that! After all, I may not see the death of the Tsar!"
As soon as Marshal Saint Arnault's voice fell, the entire carriage became extremely quiet again.
After a while, the soldier in charge of driving said to Marshal Saint Arnault, "Your Excellency Marshal, we are here!"
"Cough...cough" Marshal Saint Arnault coughed twice and pushed open the car door.
The three-story red western-style building of the French Embassy appeared in front of Marshal Saint Arnault.
Marshal Saint Arnault and Brigadier General Trox came to the gate of the embassy and knocked gently on the gate of the embassy.
Thirty seconds later, the embassy door opened, and Klein, the second secretary, stuck his head out and said, "You want to... (after Klein saw Marshal Saint Arno) Marshal Saint Arno!"
"Secretary Klein!" Marshal St. Arno showed a kind smile on his face as he greeted the one who had only met in a hurry: "Ambassador Wallevsky, are you in the embassy?"
"Mr. Wallevsky left the embassy an hour ago!" Klein opened the door and invited Marshal Saint Arnault to enter.
"Then where did he go?"
"The French military hospital in Constantinople!" Klein lowered his voice and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault.
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Early morning on June 10, 1854.Orange-red Danxia lit up the sky, and thin mist lingered between the Black Sea and the Sevastopol fortress. A battleship carrying Marshal Saint Arno set off from the port of Kamish on the south bank of Sevastopol. After more than four hours, they arrived near the naval port of Constantinople.Under the curious eyes of the military port watcher, the battleship with the French flag flying on the mast slowly entered the port terminal of the military port, and stopped at the port terminal.Just as the port watchers and sailors were guessing what the battleship was going to do when it arrived in Constantinople, a red-carpeted gangway went up and down the battleship. After a while, a group of French soldiers in blue and white uniforms ran off the battleship. Come down, and lined up in two rows at the dock, as if preparing for the disembarkation of the big men on the warship. who can that be? Is it the Emperor of the French Empire?Just when the sailors in the port were talking about each other, Marshal Saint Arnault and his adjutant Brigadier General Trox appeared on the gangway with a marshal's scepter.With a slightly sickly pale face, Marshal Saint Arnault walked step by step to the port. Brigadier General Trox, who followed Marshal Saint Arnault down the stairs, walked to Marshal Saint Arnault with a worried look. He stretched out his hand to help the marshal who was suffering from illness, but he didn't want to be gently tapped on the back of his hand by Marshal Saint Arnault with the marshal's scepter."I'm not too weak to walk!" Marshal Saint Arnault said stubbornly to Brigadier General Trox."But..." Brigadier General Trosch looked at St. Arnault aggrieved."But what is! There is nothing!" Marshal Saint Arno's voice was a little weak, but his tone was still full of firmness.Brigadier General Trox had to give up his plan to help Marshal Saint Arnault, but he still glanced at Marshal Saint Arnault from time to time to prevent Marshal Saint Arnault from suddenly falling.Marshal St. Arnault and Brigadier General Trosch entered the military port material storage area one after the other from the dock, where they met the head of the Constantinople Naval Port - Rear Admiral Mohammad Zadler of the Ottoman Empire."Marshal Saint Arno, welcome to the port of Constantinople! I am Mohamed Zadler, the port manager!" Mohammad Zadler first saluted Saint Arno, and then introduced himself in French."Mr. Major, can you lend us a carriage!" Marshal Saint Arnault asked Mohammad Zadler with a smile.Since Marshal Saint Arnault did not notify the Embassy in Constantinople of France, he had to find a carriage to go to the embassy by himself after he disembarked."It's my honor to be able to serve you!" Mohamed Zadler said respectfully to Marshal Saint Arno.Mohamed Zadler immediately ordered his men to find a carriage that fit the status of a marshal, while he stood in front of Marshal Saint Arnault and chatted with Marshal Saint Arnault."Your Excellency Marshal, shouldn't you be commanding the battle in Crimea? Why did you come back suddenly?" Mohammad Zadler asked Marshal Saint Arno."I came back this time to report the good news to Paris!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied briefly."Announcement?" Mohammad Zadler was a little puzzled, he didn't know where the joy came from.It has only been more than a week since the battle of Armagh was won. It stands to reason that there should be no good news that needs to alert Marshal Saint Arnault so soon!Wouldn't it be the attack on the Sevastopol fortress? It should be impossible, how could the combat effectiveness of the British and French armies be..."The coalition has won a decisive victory in Sevastopol, and now our army has occupied Sevastopol!" Marshal Saint Arno said in a flat tone.Hearing the words of Marshal Saint Arnault, Mohamed Zadler stared at Marshal Saint Arnault with wide eyes.At this moment, he couldn't believe his ears. Sevastopol was an important town in the Russian Empire. No matter how bad it was, there should be around 50,000 or 60,000 people, but it was broken so easily!"You...you didn't lie to me!" Mohamed Zadler's tongue trembled, and his words became somewhat awkward."Is it necessary for the marshal to lie to you about such a major military matter?" Brigadier General Trosh, who was standing aside, reprimanded Mohammad Zadler."It's not necessary! It's really not necessary!" Mohamed Zadler responded with a flattering smile to Brigadier General Trox, and then he couldn't help turning to Marshal Saint Arnault and asked, "Marshal, is this true? ?""You..." Brigadier General Trosch wanted to reprimand Mohammad Dele, but was stopped by Marshal Saint Arno.Marshal Saint Arnault nodded and responded to Mohammad Zadler word for word: "I assure you in the name of the commander of the French Expeditionary Force that everything I said is true!""Marshal, please forgive my rudeness! I'm so... so excited... Before you broke, I always thought that no one could ever break Sevastopol... I swear... I thought we were going to lose there forever... "Mohammad Zadler was incoherent with excitement."Major General Zadler, take the liberty to ask! Are you from the Crimea Peninsula?" Marshal Saint Arno carefully looked at the major general in front of him.Judging from his appearance, he does have some Tartar characteristics.Mohammad Zadler hurriedly explained to Marshal St. Arno that his great-great-grandfather once lived in Sevastopol as a nobleman of the Crimean Khanate.With the failure of the Fifth Russo-Turkish War, after the Crimean Khanate was completely annexed by the Russian Empire, his great-great-grandfather fled the Crimea Peninsula with his family property and came to Constantinople. Fourth generation."When I was very young, I heard my grandfather say that Sevastopol is our homeland! If there is a chance, he wants to return to the homeland of Crimea!" Mohamed Zadler affectionately Said to Marshal Saint Arno: "But he never set foot there in his life!""Hey!" After listening to Mohammad Zadler's words, Marshal Saint Arnault sighed, "Then let you fulfill this wish for him!""I will!" Mohammad Zadler nodded and replied.Marshal St. Arno and Mohamed Zadler chatted with each other. From Mohammad Zadler's mouth, Marshal St. Arnault learned that there is really a group in Constantinople who wants to restore the Crimea The exiled nobles in the homeland of the Khanate, and their power and financial resources are ranked among the top in the Ottoman Empire."Your Excellency Marshal!" Mohamed Zadler said with a sincere expression: "If the French Empire is willing to extend a hand to help us re-establish the Crimean Khanate, then the newly created Crimean Khanate will definitely follow the lead of France!""It's too early for this question!" Saint Arnault responded indifferently, then pointed to the carriage and said, "The carriage is here!"Mohamed Zadler, who did not receive an accurate answer from Marshal Saint Arno, sighed in his heart. He knew that it was too difficult to rebuild the Crimean Khanate.However, he will never give up any possibility, even if it is a trivial one."I'll send you off!" Mohamed Zadler said courteously to Marshal Saint Arnault."No need!" Marshal Saint Arnault raised his hand to reject Mohammad Zadler's request.Afterwards, Marshal Saint Arnault and Brigadier General Trosch left in a carriage.After entering the carriage, Brigadier General Trosch couldn't wait to ask, "Marshal, you just...""It's just small talk!" Marshal Saint Arno replied slowly, and then sneered: "However, he said there is indeed a way to build the Crimean Khanate! If our emperor wants to Completely knock Russia to the ground!""Probably not!" Brigadier General Trosch shook his head and replied, "Your Majesty should know how difficult it is to completely destroy this huge country! Our actions in Crimea only It can be regarded as a severe blow to the calf of the Russian Empire! I am afraid this will not cause much damage to the Russian Empire!""Can't cause damage to the Russian Empire, doesn't mean that there is no damage to the Tsar! Do you remember what Prince Talleyrand said back then?" Marshal Saint Arnault said with a grin."What?" Brigadier General Trosch didn't think of it for a while."Prince Talleyrand said..." Marshal Saint Arnault put on an expression of an old **** on the ground, and seemed to be imitating Talleyrand at the time: "You should think of a new reason for the death of the tsar, always It's really boring to have a stroke!""You mean Nicholas I will face a stroke?" Brigadier General Trosch asked.Marshal Saint Arnault shrugged and said to Trox: "I don't know about that! After all, I may not see the death of the Tsar!"As soon as Marshal Saint Arnault's voice fell, the entire carriage became extremely quiet again.After a while, the soldier in charge of driving said to Marshal Saint Arnault, "Your Excellency Marshal, we are here!""Cough...cough" Marshal Saint Arnault coughed twice and pushed open the car door.The three-story red western-style building of the French Embassy appeared in front of Marshal Saint Arnault.Marshal Saint Arnault and Brigadier General Trox came to the gate of the embassy and knocked gently on the gate of the embassy.Thirty seconds later, the embassy door opened, and Klein, the second secretary, stuck his head out and said, "You want to... after Klein saw Marshal Saint Arno Marshal Saint Arno!""Secretary Klein!" Marshal St. Arno showed a kind smile on his face as he greeted the one who had only met in a hurry: "Ambassador Wallevsky, are you in the embassy?""Mr. Wallevsky left the embassy an hour ago!" Klein opened the door and invited Marshal Saint Arnault to enter."Then where did he go?""The French military hospital in Constantinople!" Klein lowered his voice and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault.https://Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: Mobile version reading URL:
