Flowers, Swords and France

When the sky was bright again and the golden red sun rose slowly from the horizon, the battle on the Crimean Peninsula began again. According to the plan reached last night, the coalition forces had completed the new offensive assignment in the early morning, and when the time came to eight o'clock in the morning, the various troops began to march according to the plan.

Although the French offensive suffered a small setback yesterday, it did not affect the morale of the coalition forces. The officers and soldiers from top to bottom still had great confidence in their own strength and believed that they could defeat the Russian army with a few more efforts.

The fact that the Russian army did not launch an attack at night made the coalition commanders believe that the Russians were indeed short of troops, and this also strengthened their determination to take advantage of their current advantage in strength and break through the enemy's front in one fell swoop.

After a short pause, the coalition forces launched attacks in several directions of the battlefield at the same time. Generally speaking, the French army was on the right wing of the front line, and the British army was responsible for the left wing, and the place where the largest number of troops was invested was the offensive on the left wing.

According to the plan of the two commanders, the left-wing assault force, with the British army as the main force, will advance forward with all its strength, cross the river in front of it, and then advance to the river bank to destroy the Russian fortifications and occupy the right-wing position of the Russian army - even if it cannot completely break through the Russian front line, at least it will put great pressure on the Russian army, forcing them to gather their forces on their right wing to meet the British army, and this will create the best conditions for the French army's roundabout breakthrough.

The most important condition for determining whether the surprise attack on the right wing will be successful is the attack strength of the left wing. Therefore, not only the British commander Marshal Raglan personally commanded and supervised the battle in the rear, but even the French commander Marshal Treville came here.

The two marshals rode on horses and followed the front-line troops to the front-line departure position. Although the two old men were old and their hair and beards were white, they looked calm, calm and majestic, as if they had seen all the tests of life and death. They were dressed in gorgeous marshals' uniforms and held the marshals' batons in their hands. No one dared to question their authority.

They were the remnants of that great era, and they had extremely high prestige in the entire army. When they were watched by the two of them, it was as if that era had come again.

Under their gaze, the British army officers and soldiers gathered together at a very fast speed, and formed a huge column formation in battalions. Looking around, the soldiers were fused together by the red uniforms they wore, forming a conspicuous red flame that pierced everyone's eyes.

In front of each formation, the Union Jack held by the flag bearers fluttered in the wind, spreading the majesty and glory of Britain on this foreign land, and in the square formation behind, the soldiers held up their rifles, and the layers of bayonets revealed dazzling cold light in the gaps of the crowd.

The British army, ready to launch an attack, lined up in a dense formation. On the far left of the formation were the Light Infantry Division commanded by Sir Brown and the Guards Division commanded by the Duke of Cambridge. These two prestigious troops would guard the left wing of the coalition forces to prevent them from being outflanked by the Russian cavalry. In the middle was the British Second Division commanded by Sir Evans. This knight had participated in the Spanish Civil War more than a decade ago and was an experienced middle-aged general. Today, his troops would also take on the main offensive mission. On his right was the British Third Division supporting him.

Behind the entire army's front line was the British army's general reserve, the Fourth Division commanded by Sir Casset and the Cavalry Division commanded by the Earl of Lucan. These troops would be used in the rear guard line to fill any area that needed reinforcements and to strike at the enemy who wanted to outflank.

The entire army looked well-organized and high-spirited. These rigorously trained officers and soldiers were ready. Their blood-colored uniforms left no doubt about what they would bring to the world next.

This is what Emperor Napoleon saw at Waterloo. His cavalry... stopped in front of these bayonets. Marshal Treville thought with a serious expression.

At that time, the British army defeated the French army's all-out attacks with terrible patience and tenacity, and Emperor Napoleon's dream of rebuilding the empire could only be turned into a bubble in lamentation. Now, these red-coated officers and soldiers will change the position of attackers and attack the Russian army's position with the same fearless spirit.

They are all sure that they can make another empire suffer terrible humiliation.

Under the watchful eyes of the marshal, Baron Raglan rode to the front of the front phalanx with his adjutant and entourage. He was so leisurely and calm, as if he was not participating in a battle but a dance.

He took his pocket watch and checked the time. It's almost time.

He reined in his horse's head and looked at these officers and soldiers head-on.

"Listen to me!" He shouted loudly, "Britain is watching us, don't let her be humiliated by us! Attack!"

Under the marshal's shout, the columns from near to far began to surge forward, as if they were gears driven by a spring. Their pace was not fast, but it was uniform. Looking around, there were patches of red spots moving on the earthy yellow ground. This red tide was unstoppable and seemed to engulf everything in front of it.

The river was still flowing quietly, but the drumbeats and footsteps of the march had made the place more and more noisy. The British officers and soldiers marched forward with a calm attitude. Although they knew what was waiting for them, no one was afraid. They stepped on the drumbeats and watched the distance from the river bank getting closer and closer.

Just as they were about to step on the vineyards on the river bank, the artillery fire of the defenders began to return fire. Although the momentum was not as huge as the French encountered yesterday, the roar was still terrifying. The oncoming shells were sandwiched between the bullets and poured mercilessly towards the British formation.

Under the attack of these artillery fires, the front formation of the British army became shrouded in a thick fog of blood and fire, and from time to time they fell to the ground with dull screams. Some people even died without a chance to scream. However, the casualties of their comrades did not have much impact on the soldiers next to them. The brave British soldiers continued to move forward in silence, filling the gaps in the queue, and calmly walked to the river bank in the baptism of artillery fire.

Then, the British troops at the forefront spread out into a wide frontal column, and then fired at the defenders on the opposite bank of the river. The continuous and dense gunfire overwhelmed the marching drumbeats, but did not affect the actions of other troops. The British troops who were shooting across the line covered the actions of other British troops. They stepped onto the pontoon bridge in a dense queue, and many people even stepped directly into the small river. The red flames continued to sweep towards the shore.

In fact, the Russian positions had been basically determined in the previous attacks and reconnaissance, and the Russians' powerful artillery had also been demonstrated, so it was necessary to launch an attack as soon as possible to capture their positions on the right wing. Otherwise, if they wasted time here, the situation would be more disadvantageous to the British army, because at that time the Russians might move the artillery in the central position to their left wing, and the devastating artillery bombardment would cause even more casualties.

So the British army almost numbly ignored the artillery fire that came from time to time, and maneuvered in front of the Russian army despite the casualties. The dense array crossed the pontoon bridge and the stream at a nearly constant speed, and steadily passed the difficult-to-pass section in front of them. Even though the Russian artillery fire was constantly taking their lives, no one stopped.

Under the gaze of Marshal Treville, the red flames slowly but unstoppably engulfed any fortifications and pits that blocked them along the way. In the baptism of enemy artillery fire and bullets, the front phalanx completed a turn, and then continued to sweep towards the inner fortifications of the Russian army in a neat queue. Although some people fell down from being shot from time to time, the queue was still tight and strict, showing the almost numb composure of the British people to the fullest.

"Oh, what brave soldiers!" Watching this cruel but heroic scene, Marshal Treville in the rear couldn't help but exclaimed, "They walked two kilometers in the artillery fire!"

"We can do this as long as they are more afraid of us than the enemy." Marshal Raglan replied with a smile. "Now it's time for us to fight back!"

As he said, after crossing the stream, the British army rushed to the high ground and cliffs on the river bank along the trails and slopes without delay. At this time, they could no longer maintain the dense formation as at the beginning. They were divided into small teams to fight with the defenders everywhere. Steel and gunpowder swept through everywhere with the storm of death, pouring down on the ground. From time to time, people on both sides fell to the ground because of being shot, and the British artillery was pushed to the front line and began to bombard the Russian positions.

The artillery fire on both sides kept roaring, shaking the land under their feet. The whole world seemed to be trembling. The burning battlefield was full of flames. One young life after another was brought to the soldiers' paradise. A British lieutenant was shot and his arm was broken. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound and broken arm, dyeing the red clothes a little black. However, the lieutenant seemed to have no sense of pain. He picked up his command knife from the ground with his one arm without hesitation, and then shouted and ordered his soldiers to continue firing at the enemy.

Artillery fire and bullets have swallowed up all human reason, and the desire to fight dominates everyone's mind. Not many people shrink back from their own pain. They either cover their wounds or continue to move forward and fire without realizing it, until another bullet or shell knocks them to the ground. And below the river bank, some British troops stand upright in dense arrays, all standing there, waiting for their chance to rush to the battlefield in the raging artillery fire. They watch their own people being shot and falling one after another, and they can't wait to rush up and fight the enemy with them, but there is no order, they can only stand there motionless, and when they get the order, these British can no longer hold back, they roar wildly, and then rush forward with guns, continuing to provide new nutrients for the god of war and the god of death.

The smoke turned the bright sunlight into gray, and even things dozens of meters away could not be seen clearly. The noisy gunfire and roars seemed to drive everyone crazy. These large numbers of scattered soldiers, who were densely packed in formation and whose actions were mostly unconnected, relied on their own bravery and flesh and blood to break through the most forward Russian positions and open up a road to the Russian army's interior.

After a bloody battle, they cleared the initial position and then walked onto the high platform. What they faced was the multi-faceted fortress of the Russian army, which was the hub of the position defense. The artillery fire here was still fierce, and the British army was no longer commanded smoothly because it had turned into a scattered army, and many soldiers lost their commanders.

However, they had no idea of ​​retreating. Under the roar of the remaining sergeants and officers, these soldiers roared and rushed towards the fortress. The road was full of corpses in red clothes, but the red fire was getting closer and closer to the fortress, and finally it was also involved in its own flames.

In the fortress and its surroundings, the British army and the defending Russian army turned into a dense hand-to-hand fight. The fierce battle made every inch of the fortress land in the battle. The Russian army defended again and again, relying on the numbness and bravery of the Russian peasants to withstand the British offensive, but the British army still attacked again and again, some positions were changed several times, and blood flowed all over the ground of the fortress.

Finally, relying on the superiority in military strength, the British army began to expand its occupied area, while the Russian front was pushed back little by little, until finally, the defenders were cleared and the Union Jack began to fly over the fortress.

When the Union Jack flew over the fortress, the people in the rear cheered fiercely, and even the two commanders behind couldn't help but smile.

"The performance of your men is admirable." Marshal Treville said to Marshal Raglan, "Please allow me to award some warriors after the victory."

"We fought more bravely at Waterloo!" Marshal Raglan laughed and answered loudly. Until this time, he still did not forget to mention his glory in the past.

Marshal Treville would not be angry this time. He was looking forward to the performance of his men.

Just as the British army launched the attack, Lucien was also taking his men along the coastline.

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They came to the river's estuary, and not far from the sea, the coalition fleet also stopped there, watching their actions with huge sails. These huge ships are the weapons that the coalition is most proud of, and today, they will also play a role in the land war.

The sound of artillery fire has been heard since just now, which is like a drumbeat urging him to act, making him anxious. He knew that the coalition's offensive had reached a climax at this time, and this was the time for him to show his skills.

He observed the terrain around him. Because this is the estuary, the river is a bit wide, and on the other side of the river is a rugged cliff.

As he guessed, this is indeed an insurmountable obstacle, but this is also the obstacle he must overcome. As long as he crosses here, he can avoid the powerful artillery fire and attack the Russian army's flank.

Under his order, the engineers began to lay a simple pontoon with wood, and his mood became more and more anxious as the increasingly fierce artillery fire came over.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the fleet in the distance launched a fierce artillery attack on the possible positions on the Russian platform. A large amount of artillery fire fell from the sky mercilessly and landed on the ground.

Because the Russian fleet deliberately chose to dodge to preserve its strength, these large-caliber naval guns could only be used to bombard the ground. It must be said that this made these naval officers and soldiers quite regretful.

Finally, the pontoon bridge was built, and he immediately led his troops across the river and came to the opposite bank.

There were cliffs everywhere, and he could only move between the cliffs. Fortunately, he and his subordinates have been carrying out strict training over the years, and his physical fitness is still good, so it didn't affect his movements. Although the ground was shaking slightly due to the bombardment of the naval guns, he finally kept his balance.

Under the soldiers' gaze, their commander, Major Leflair, led a group of selected people to climb the cliff. Although it looked a bit dangerous, most of them finally climbed up the platform, then they took out the ropes they carried and hung down from the cliff, and the soldiers below also climbed up one by one.

Lucien watched his men climb up one by one, and then he turned his head to look forward. Because of the bombardment of the naval guns, the front was now dusty and almost nothing could be seen, but there must be some enemy troops stationed there. But the enemy's main force must be resisting the attack launched by the British on the right wing, and they can't have too much power to resist themselves.

From now on, there will be no artillery support, and they can't carry artillery themselves.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

"Now, attack with me!" Lucien shouted when the soldiers formed an array. "We must not fall behind the British!"

It was already noon, and the attack on the left wing was still in full swing. The British and Russian armies were fighting fiercely, and the war was still stalemate.

However, a slight commotion was heard behind the Russian army.

At this time, the two commanders who were watching the battle received news that Major Lucien Leflair had completed his mission, led his troops over the cliffs on the coast, and had launched an attack on the left wing of the Russian army.

"We won!" Marshal Raglan shouted, he raised his hand, holding a telescope and looking at the Russian position. In the shadows, he had seen some Russian troops retreating.

"Yes, we won the battle," replied Marshal Treville. "But we haven't won the war yet."

"It's just a matter of time, I'm sure of it," replied Marshal Raglan, who was in a good mood, with a smile.