Chapter 513? North American War in the Crimean War? (Please book, please vote)

On May 18, 1855, Petropavlovsk Fortress.

Lead-gray clouds pressed over the bay, and the salty sea breeze wrapped in the smoke of gunpowder, pouring into the seemingly indestructible fortress on Signal Mountain. Muravyov stood in a watchtower made of granite. The bronze frame of the telescope made his knuckles white. The smoke and breeze of three British steam warships was spewing black mist. The roar of 32-pound cannons rolled across the sky like thunder, blowing a wooden fence on the north side of Signal Mountain into powder.

"Governor General, except for the inoperable severely wounded people, our total strength is only 1,793, and we can no longer maintain the outer line of defense." The voice of Major General Vasirizavoyko, the commander of the fortress army, was torn apart by artillery fire, but it made Muravyov's eardrum hurt.

After the night battle between Huofeng Mountain two days ago, the winning Taiping Army dragged their tired bodies and stepped on the muddy road during the pulp period. They chased the retreating Russian army and forced them to the near the Signal Mountain Fortress of Petropavlovsk fortress, and began to build their starting positions in the mud, one by one, just like iron!

The six steam cruisers of the British-French Combined Fleet, which were originally active outside Avaca Bay, immediately looked like a group of sharks who smelled blood. They used last night's rainy night as cover to break through the artillery blockade on Mount Nikolai, rushed into Avaca Bay, and circled around the signal mountain, and began to use large-caliber naval guns to thunder the peripheral positions of the signal mountain.

Muravijov's right hand reached into the pocket of his military uniform and put Luo Yaoguo's handwritten letter in it into a ball: "Yevgeni Ivanovic, how about breaking through tonight?"

"Tonight?" Lieutenant General Pujiajing looked up at the sky. The sky was filled with dark clouds blowing from the Pacific Ocean. It was probably another rainy night tonight, but the problem was that the six British and French coalition steam cruisers were difficult to deal with!

"Tonight the Chinese will launch a large-scale night attack. Six steam cruisers from the British and French must approach the northern foothills of the Signal Mountain to provide fire cover for them. In this way, only British and French sail battleships are left behind blocking the exit of Avaca Bay." Muravyov whispered, "We also have two steam-powered armed merchant ships and two sail battleships in our port. Maybe the steamship can drag sail battleships to sea...\n."

"Governor, do you really trust those mean pagans?" Lieutenant General Pujakin fist,

Shortness of breath, "If that's a trap, all of us will die!"

But Muravyov's voice was extremely calm: "No, they don't need us to die, they want us to live...\n... They want us to live and burn the war to North America! Yevgeny Ivanovic, I decided,

Although I lost the Petropavlovsk Fortress,...\n." He turned around and looked at the rolling clouds in the east, and said word by word: "I will insert the double-headed eagle flag into Vancouver Island and into Langley Fort on the Fraser River!"

"Yes, Governor!" Lieutenant General Pujakin stood at attention and saluted the governor of East and West Siberia.

Late at night that day, heavy rain came as scheduled, and the entire Avaca Bay was shrouded by a cold rain curtain. The empty Russian military outer positions on the north side of the signal mountain were also shrouded by 32 pounds and 64 pounds of flowering bullets like meteorites falling from the sky, as Muravyov predicted, and dazzling balls of flames rose.

However, all this was meaningless to the Russians. Four thousand military and civilians, including minor wounded men, women and children, and even war horses squeezed into four not-so-large ships like sardines. Muravyov stood on the bridge of the Natalia Grand Duke, looking at the muzzle flames of British and French warships that were vaguely flashing in the dark. He knew that this was a gamble to bet on the lives of four thousand people: as long as a steam cruiser is at the exit of Avacha Bay, 64-pound and 32-pound shells could tear his fleet to pieces.

"Go forward at full speed..." Half an hour later, Lieutenant General Pujakin's roar penetrated the engine. Suddenly, a ball of fire exploded on the right of a sail warship dragged by the "Natalia Female Master" and discovered them! Muravyov's heart was in his throat, and he quickly grabbed the telescope. In the darkness, three rows of firelights lit up for the first time. "It is a battleship with three layers of gun deck!" Lieutenant General Pujakin roared, "It has not discovered the "Natalia" yet...\n:::.Don't fight back, go forward at full speed!"

Amid his roar, the mainmast of a light sail warship dragged by the "Natalia" was hit by a whistling chain bomb, and broke into two pieces amid the "click" sound of a rash...::

"Master," Han Yulin's voice passed through the rumbling cannons and rang in Zuo Zongtang's ears, "To the east, on the sea... there is a boat burning!"

On the newly built wooden observation deck on the Tupper Mountain Highland, Zuo Zongtang saw the scene he was most looking forward to through his Western monocular telescope. "Master, the Russians broke through, we won, we won, we won the Petropavlovsk Fortress!" The battalion general manager Wang Kaihua's voice was a little loud, "This battle was not easy...

,"

Zuo Zongtang smiled slightly: "It's okay...:...Now, the reputation of our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can spread throughout the world!" He put down his telescope and suddenly said sternly, "Send the order to attack the signal mountain...::...Send the British and French warships on the sea to send a signal mountain fortress to cover our general attack!"

"yes!"

"Lieutenant General, the Chinese have begun the general attack!"

On the flagship of the British and French Joint Fleet "Ru Tao", he was holding a telescope to the sea east to see the Russian sailing warship burning into a fire suddenly heard the shouts of the staff. He quickly turned around and looked at the Signal Mountain. He only saw countless whale oil torches suddenly appear in the night rain curtain, and the stars were like the Xin River in the sky fell to the mortal world.

"It's so crazy!" The British lieutenant general sighed, "They can really launch such a large-scale offensive in such a ghost weather...:::. It's still at night! If our army in the Crimean Peninsula had their fighting spirit, the war would have been victorious long ago!"

French Rear Admiral Genui sighed softly, and tears flashed in his eyes: "Some,

We France once had such a brave land... My father was one of them. He and his comrades once again and again launched attacks on the Austrians who had absolute superiority on the plains of Marcolumberg for that glorious republic. No matter how difficult or how much sacrifice they made, they could devote themselves to a new round of attacks with high morale until the Austrians were exhausted..."

The British Lieutenant General thought of England's Duke Cromwell, and sighed: "Revolutionary army! Now it's the Chinese turn... ::.\n.Okay! Let's support them! It's always an inspiring victory to seize the Petropavlovsk Fortress."

When the rice-shaped flag, tricolor flag and the Pacific Heavenly Kingdom's Beautiful Dragon Flag slowly rose above the Petropavlovsk Fortress, at the Governor's House on the Fraser River on the west coast of North America, the light of the oil lamp casts the shadow of James Douglas on the North American bison map. This Scottish descendant who controls the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific Ocean is now staring at the Fort Victoria model on the Sand Table. Three days ago, the British who ran out of Fort Victoria fled to Fort Victoria and occupied by hundreds of fully armed Cossacks to the Governor of the West Coast of the Americas, and also put the entire Fort Angel in panic.

The raging wars of the Crimean War actually spread to the west coast of North America!

Although the Russians had a small number of troops in Alaska, no one would think that the little Russian soldiers dared to invade the British Empire's colonies in North America...:::. Moreover, what good things are there on the west coast of North America that attract Russian bears? Gold? Fur? Wood? Unfreezing ports? Warm and fertile land? Oh, it seems that there are quite a lot!

The most troublesome thing is that the British colonies on the west coast of North America are not even territory under the British government but belong to a franchise trading company called Hudson's Bay Company.

As for companies, they always have to make money for shareholders. Of course, they cannot invest too much money in places where the current profit is profitable. Although Hudson Bay Company has developed quite well in the past two years,

But here is too far from Europe, and prices soared due to the rise of gold rush on the west coast of the United States. Except for those frugal Chinese and Irish people, few decent white people will come here to work...:::. Unless the company can give extremely high salaries!

But that is impossible!

Therefore, there are not many serious local soldiers under James Douglas who can take up weapons to resist the Russians. If he wants to recruit militias.::::.The most common people in Fort Langley are coolies from China and gold diggers from Ireland.

Can the Chinese fight for the queen? Can the Irish fight for the queen? Don't even think about it! Moreover, Langley Castle is very close to the Oregon area of ​​the United States, and you will be here with your legs lifted. Even if they fear the viciousness of the Russians,

Isn't it enough to just go to the United States? There are also many Chinese and Irish people on the west coast of the United States...\n..\n..

"Governor! Governor, they... are here!"

A horrified voice suddenly came from outside Governor Douglas's office, and then the door was pushed open by a young Scotsman.

"Richard, is it the Russian?" Douglas saw a young and pale face.

That was his nephew Richard Douglas, who was also his secretary and successor in training.:::
Chapter completed!