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October 1, 1853.

A dense drizzle like silk shrouded the sky over Constantinople at the junction of Eurasia, washing the dusty Constantinople into a new look.

The city under the gentle light rain revealed an incomparably quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Occasionally, passengers walking on the rain-filled roads with umbrellas, the gunpowder smoke from the Danube and the Caucasus seemed to disappear at this moment.

However, all the serenity and peace is the appearance of rain. In a military port far from the outskirts of the city of Constantinople, a scene out of touch with the city is secretly playing out in this military port as old as the city.

The drizzle and the Mediterranean breeze shrouded the military port. Ships were moored neatly on the sea surface of the half-moon-shaped port. Box after box of supplies were being transported in batches by speedboats that shuttled between the ships. on the ship. Whether it was a sailor on a speedboat or a sailor on a ship, everyone's face revealed a very serious feeling, and an inexplicable sense of chill filled the military port.

On the battleship of a main sailing ship moored in the military port, Marshal Mahmoud and his newly appointed commander of the "Combined Fleet" Osman Pasha were standing on the deck of the sailing battleship, allowing the rain to beat on them.

After a while, Marshal Mahmoud said quietly: "Osman, you don't know what your mission is?"

Osman Pasha was stunned for a moment, then nodded to Marshal Mahmoud and said, "Marshal, I know!"

"Then tell me!" Marshal Mahmoud turned his eyes to Osman Pasha and asked.

"Protect the Ottoman Empire's maritime transport supply lines to the Caucasus!" Osman Pasha said to Mahmoud with a firm tone.

Hearing Osman Pasha's reply, Marshal Mahmood knew that he must not understand what he meant. Mahmood hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should hint a little more clearly, so that his own understand your intentions.

However, when he thought of the fleet that he had created, he might be buried in all of them because of his words, and he felt a little reluctant in his heart.

It was obvious that this plan was proposed and implemented by him, but when it came to an end, Mahmoud could not do it.

After struggling for a few seconds, Mahmoud still failed to tell Osman Pasha, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then patted Osman Pasha on the shoulder: "You are right! Protect the empire The transportation supply line in the Black Sea is your task!"

"Please rest assured! I will definitely complete the task! Don't let the Russian Empire have any more opportunities!" Osman Pasha responded decisively to Mahmoud.

After hearing Osman Pasha's words, Mahmoud pursed his lips slightly, and said solemnly: "We must protect our lifeline at sea at all costs!"

Afterwards, Mahmoud continued to emphasize: "Remember to do whatever it takes!"

Osman Pasha looked at the attitude of the Grand Marshal in front of him. Although he didn't understand why Grand Marshal Mahmoud wanted to say something, he still nodded and assured Grand Marshal Mahmoud that he would definitely complete the task.

The light rain stopped at noon, and the dark clouds that shrouded Constantinople drifted eastward.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to clear, and the bright sun stood above the sea in the military port, emitting a sparkling scene.

The speedboats responsible for loading materials also transport all the military and daily materials needed by the fleet to the fleet.

After the fleet quartermaster reported to Osman Pasha that all the supplies were fully loaded, Osman Pasha glanced at Grand Marshal Mahmoud.

"Let's go!" Marshal Mahmoud nodded to Osman Pasha, and then took the speedboat back to the dock.

Looking at the back of Mahmoud leaving, Osman Pasha was very excited.

More than 30 years have passed since he served as an ordinary sailor to the current fleet commander. In the past thirty years, he often imagined that he could one day personally command a huge fleet to traverse the Black Sea and the Mediterranean Sea, and make contributions to His Majesty the Sultan.

And now, he finally has a chance to realize his dream. Osman Pasha took a deep breath, calmed down briefly, and then issued the order to set sail to the semaphore soldiers.

After hearing Osman Pasha's order, the semaphore soldiers quickly climbed to the observation deck of the warship, and passed the semaphore of commanding the fleet to the four directions of the east, west, north and south at the same time.

After seeing the order conveyed by the commanding battleship through the semaphore, the surrounding fleet semaphore quickly informed the captain.

The captain immediately issued an order to the sailors on the ship, and then ordered the semaphore soldiers on the watchtower to send a "received" reply to the commanding fleet.

The surrounding semaphore soldiers also waved the two-color semaphore in their hands and made a unified reply to the commanding fleet.

"Your Majesty, the fleets have received your orders!" The semaphore on the observation deck shouted at the Osman Pasha on the deck.

"Let's go!" Osman Pasha waved his hand gently, the sails on the mast began to open, and then quickly expanded with the power of the sea breeze.

After the "Big Mac" battleship was launched, the sparkling sea caused waves of waves.

Looking at this naval strategic bunker capable of cutting wind and waves in front of him, Osman Pasha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart. He believed that with the fleet in his hand, he would be able to make the supply station of the Ottoman Empire unimpeded, even if Russia How about the empire!

Under the leadership of the command ship, the remaining fleets began to act in sequence.

When all the ships in the "Combined Fleet" lined up to leave the port of Constantine, Osman Pasha once again ordered the semaphore to give the surrounding fleet an order to change the formation.

Eight steam clippers moved forward as the vanguard to survey the enemy's situation, and the double-deck battleship escorts and the clipper fleet escorted the sailing battleships on both sides.

The entire fleet began to move in the direction of Sinop's port in a side-by-side pattern.

The entire fleet sailed in the Black Sea for about 4 hours and finally arrived at the port of Sinop. During the third and a half hours, when the combined fleet arrived in the central waters of the Black Sea region, the steam clipper of the leading force of the combined fleet arrived with There was a fierce conflict between the hunting Russian "wolves".

The two sides fought fiercely in the area less than 15 nautical miles from the port of Sinop. After a few moments of fighting, the wolves discovered the arrival of the main navy of the combined fleet. Under the order of Vice Admiral Nakhimov, the wolf pack The group broke away from the battle and quickly left this sea area.

Seeing this, the eight steam-engine ships began to pursue the escaped ships. A double-deck battleship of the Russian Empire was entangled by the eight steam-engine ships due to some disadvantages in speed.

As a last resort, Nakhimov could only choose to abandon the car and protect the commander, and ordered the remaining fleet to return to the Sevastopol fortress first.

As for the double-deck battleship, after it completed one kill (a steam engine ship was sunk), it was inevitably sunk by the main force of the incoming combined fleet.

"The Russian Imperial Navy is nothing more than that! It's not like being beaten by our fleet!" Osman Pasha, who was in command of the fleet, proudly observed the wooden planks floating on the sea and the Russian Imperial Navy soldiers lying on the planks through the observation glass. The subordinate beside him said something.

"You're right! The Russian Imperial Navy is simply vulnerable!" The admiral standing beside Osman Pasha praised Osman Pasha flatteringly, and then pointed to the Russians floating on the water and asked, "Commander Your Excellency, what should we do with the people floating on the water? Save them all, or..."

The admiral made an action of raising his hand and dropping the knife, the meaning of which is self-evident.

"We are engaged in a holy war with the heretics!" Osman Pasha said vaguely to the admiral on him.

"I see!" The navy subordinate immediately nodded to Osman Pasha to show his understanding.

Shell after shell began to fire solid shells at the silence of the double-deck warship, and the waves engulfed the survivors as the shells hit the surface.

Looking at the Russians who were constantly struggling on the sea, Osman Pasha felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

The 80 guns of the two sailing battleships were shelled for about 5 minutes, and no one could be seen on the sea.

So far, no one has survived, including the captain.

Having done all this, the combined fleet also entered the port of Sinop under the orders of Osman Pasha ~www.readwn.com~.

After seeing such a huge fleet entering the port, the defenders stationed at Sinop port also had a reassurance for the next supply operation.

When Osman Pasha arrived at the port by speedboat, the major general of the port garrison appeared at the port to greet Osman Pasha.

When the garrison major general learned that Ottoman Pasha had destroyed a Russian Imperial warship on the way to Sinop port, he immediately faced Osman Pasha with a more enthusiastic attitude, and told Osman Pasha that there would be a meeting tonight. An important banquet requires Osman Pasha to attend.

Facing the garrison major general's warm invitation, Osman Pasha naturally agreed unceremoniously.

That night, a grand welcome ceremony was held at the garrison command in Sinop port.

Apart from the garrison major general and Ottoman Pasha, those attending the meeting were the merchants located in Sinop port, and the nobles living near Sinop port.

In the silent place of the double-deck warship, a large-scale Russian fleet is quietly approaching.