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Under the order of Jerome Bonaparte, Marshal Reign led two brigades and one regiment to arrive at the northern shore of Sevastopol through the pontoon built in the port of Sevastopol.

At this time, the north bank of Sevastopol was already in chaos, and there were British troops everywhere.

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

"Marshal Raglan, is now supervising the battle on the east side (Jona River)!" The officer immediately responded to Marshal Reigno.

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

At the moment, Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha on horseback have only four adjutants and a company of soldiers beside them, and in front of them there are about a regiment of Turkish soldiers and a regiment of British soldiers, which are losing in front of them. The position is slowly approaching.

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

The dense shells smashed into the British and Turkish troops like a gust of wind and rain, and the sound of explosions and screams resounded on the battlefield.

After seeing this scene, the Turkish troops on the left flank pulled the trigger of their rifles in a panic.

The Mignet bullet flew out of the barrel quickly and hit the "target" in a blink of an eye.

The screams came from the Turkish army. It turned out that the target of the Turkish army was its own army. The dozens of Turkish soldiers in the front row did not die in the hands of the enemy, but died in the hands of their own family.

The left-wing Turkish army quickly collapsed, and many Turkish soldiers retreated spontaneously, without any intention of cooperating with the British army to seize positions.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Commander Raglan looked at the slowly retreating Turkish army with a look of annoyance on his face.

And Omar Pasha next to him also showed a look of shame on his face. He hurriedly begged Marshal Raglan to let the army withdraw first and wait for a while to attack the position.

"Hey!" Marshal Raglan sighed: "That's the only way!"

Marshal Raglan had to send an adjutant to stop the attack. After a while, the soldiers of the British Kingdom also retreated like a wave.

There was a cheer of "Ulla" from the position of the Russian Empire, and the expressions of Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha became even more ugly.

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

Marshal Raglan, who heard Reinho's voice, hurriedly turned his head and glanced behind him, and asked, "When did you come?"

"Just now!" Reynio responded briefly.

"I made you laugh!" Marshal Raglan responded to Reinho with a wry smile.

"It's nothing!" Marshal Reynio reassured: "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 be able to capture this position!"

Marshal Reino's relief did not comfort Marshal Raglan and Omar Pasha. Of course, they knew that as long as they could mobilize all the troops on the north shore of Sevastopol, and then at any cost, Stud would definitely be able to take it. Get down!

However, doing so would inevitably lead to a weakening of their defenses in the star fortress and coastal fortresses.

If Bakhchi Sarai and Saki's remaining troops attacked them, they would be in danger.

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

"Reigno, we need your help!" Marshal Raglan pleaded sincerely to Jerome Bonaparte.

"The purpose of coming here this time is to help you win your position!" Marshal Reynold responded to Marshal Raglan with a smile.

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

There was a hint of curiosity on the faces of the three at the same time. They didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd in Russia.

After a while, the Russian imperial officer came to the British and Turkish troops' quarters, and was brought before Marshal Raglan by the British troops.

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

"What do you mean? Are you going to surrender to us?" Marshal Raglan, who was riding on a horse, still asked the Russian officer arrogantly.

In the face of Marshal Raglan's arrogance, the Russian officer still showed a neither humble nor arrogant attitude: "Marshal Raglan, I am here on the order of Commander Pavlov to discuss a temporary truce with your army! I believe Your army doesn't want the bodies of your soldiers to be left like this!"

"A truce? Impossible!" Marshal Raglan decisively rejected the suggestion of the Russian imperial officer. He responded to the Russian officer with a sneer: "Don't think I don't know, what kind of calculus are you playing! Don't you just want to take advantage of this situation? For a while, send people to Bakhchisarai to rescue soldiers! I can tell you clearly now, don't even think about this kind of thing!"

After a moment of silence, the Russian officer responded sincerely: "If we are willing to return the flag of your army and the Duke of Cambridge, will your army agree to our terms!"

Hearing the Russian officer's second condition, Marshal Raglan fell into contemplation, knowing that asking for a truce now is equivalent to giving the Russian Empire an opportunity to dispatch troops to the north shore of Sevastopol.

However, the return of the British Guards flag and the Duke of Cambridge did give Marshal Raglan a tinge of emotion.

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

Losing the flag is not only equivalent to losing the soul, but it may also be outright banned.

Marshal Raglan's life would be over if the London newspaper reporters knew.

Sevastopol will accompany him as a stain that he can never wash away.

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

No one wants to be buried in the ground under the title of a "Guardian Destroyer".

Seeing that Marshal Raglan was shaken, the Russian officers once again assured Marshal Raglan that the truce this time would never exceed 2 hours, and they could also claim that the Duke of Cambridge and the Guards Division had persevered on the ground for a long time. For a long time, the Russian Empire released them out of respect.

"Your Excellency Marshal, please rest assured! We will never let you down!" The Russian officer put on a look for the sake of Marshal Raglan. He seemed to be certain that Raglan would agree with him.

After all, Commander Raglan is an old man who attaches great importance to honor, and he must not want to leave any stains.

It is a pity that the Russian officers apparently did not understand what the honor of Marshal Raglan was.

Marshal Raglan had a look of resentment on his face. He took out a pistol and aimed a shot at the Russian officer's foot.

There was a bang, and the projectile shot into the dirt under the Russian officer's feet.

The Russian officer looked at Marshal Raglan with a pale face. After the shot, Marshal Raglan seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He gasped and pointed the gun at the Russian officer and said, "You are insulting a soldier. Honor! If this is in the duel arena, I can shoot you just by what you just said!"

Marshal Raglan paused and shouted to the Russian officer with all his strength: "Now I tell you, there are only British soldiers who died in this world, and British soldiers who are absolutely unscrupulous! Want a truce? Yes, as long as you guys Can beat us! Go away! Don't let me see you again!"

The guards beside Marshal Raglan looked at the Russian officer with a bad expression, with the intention of tearing him to pieces if he disagreed.

"Okay!" The Russian officer shrugged and said with a firm tone in his voice: "Since the Kingdom of Britain is unwilling to accept our request for a temporary truce, then we can only speak with war!"

After speaking, the Russian officers left the seat of Marshal Raglan.

Marshal Raglan was still breathing heavily and said to the adjutants beside him: "Go to the front line immediately, help those idiots to fight for the army, and then go into battle as soon as possible!"

"Yes! Marshal!" The adjutants looked at Marshal Raglan worriedly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't speak. He just saluted Marshal Raglan and left.

Afterwards, Marshal Raglan turned his attention to Marshal Reynio, and he almost said to him in a pleading tone: "Reigno, help me!"

"Okay!" Marshal Reynio nodded, then stretched out his hand.

The hands of Marshal Raglan and Marshal Reño were clasped together.

At 4:30 pm, the sun on the horizon gradually came to the mountains from south to west.

The artillery of the British Kingdom is also all ready, and its configuration is three 9.2-inch large-caliber naval guns dismantled from ships, ten twelve-pounder guns, and more than twenty six-pounder and eight-pounder guns. Less than their location for the Russian Imperial artillery to attack.

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

"Counterattack! Let our artillery strike back!" General Pavlov, who was standing at the temporary command post at the rear of the position, observed through a telescope that his artillery position was being shelled by the Kingdom of Great Britain, and immediately issued an order to the artillery brigade beside him. command.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The artillery brigade commander saluted Pavlov and went to the artillery position. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

"What's going on? Why haven't you fought back!" Pavlov asked, pointing to the artillery brigade commander.

"Your Majesty, the range of our artillery is far from that of the opponents of Britain, and they have naval guns in their hands!" The artillery brigade commander replied to Pavlov.

"Then what to do! Just sitting like this?" Pavlov rebuked.

The artillery brigade commander was not speaking, and his meaning was self-evident.

"Hey!"

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