Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh captured Tolstoy
Brigadier General Trochu never dreamed before landing at Caratina Port that the British and French forces led by him would win consecutive battles within two hours after landing at Caratina Port.
With only 5,000 troops, they fought from Karatina Port to the bastion near the southern shore (bay) of Sevastopol.
The defenders responsible for defending the bastion saw the deserters who returned in rout and the British and French allied forces who "came from the sky".
The morale they had finally built up was suddenly deflated. In the eyes of this group of Russian soldiers, the British and French allied forces had turned into an army with demonic power (don't ask me, 19th century Slavic soldiers would think this way, modern old men and women
Still believing in the local wild cult), Captain Perep, who was guarding the bastion, fled directly.
After seeing the captain escaping the bastion, the Russian Imperial soldiers in the bastion scrambled to escape into the interior of Sevastopol.
A few soldiers with the overall interests in mind wanted to prevent other Russian soldiers in the bastion from escaping.
"Stop! If you run away, what will happen to the Russian Empire? What will happen to the residents of Sevastopol?" One of the Russian sergeants stood in front of the fleeing Russian soldiers and reprimanded the group of Russian Empire in front of them.
Soldier.
The sergeant's heartfelt words made the Russian Imperial soldiers in the front row who originally wanted to escape from the bastion feel a little shaken. They looked at each other and then stopped.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The Russian soldiers in the back row yelled twice, then squeezed from the back row to the front row.
Under the horrified gaze of the sergeant, he raised his leg and kicked the sergeant in the abdomen.
The sergeant was kicked to the ground directly. The Russian soldier with a hint of scorn cursed loudly: "If you want to die here, I won't stop you. I don't want to die here!"
Then he turned to the soldiers behind him and said: "Brothers, don't listen to his lies here! Even our commander has abandoned this bastion, what's the use of us still staying here! Wake up!
Don’t we have the ability to fight against the military outside?”
Yes! Our officers have already run away, so what’s the use of staying here! With just a few people like us, can we really fight against them?
The Russian soldiers, who were already inclined to hold on in their hearts, now became more determined to escape from this bastion.
"No...no! Cough...cough." The sergeant who was kicked out by the Russian soldier coughed twice and said: "The British and French allied forces are also people like us! They don't have any special abilities, as long as they
If we work together, we will be able to defeat them!"
"Stop joking! If we can really defeat them, how did our army deployed in Alma fail! I finally understand, you guys just want to use our lives in exchange for your medals!" Russia
The imperial soldier retorted, and then said to the Russian soldier behind him: "Brothers, charge with me!"
Following the Russian soldier's order, the Russian soldiers behind him rushed towards the gate of the bastion.
After seeing this scene, several Russian Imperial soldiers who were responsible for guarding the gate did not dare to stop him in any way.
The bastion gate was opened by Russian Imperial soldiers who wanted to escape from the bastion, and the Russian soldiers fled towards the dock area on the south bank of Sevastopol.
Unfortunately, this group of Russian soldiers who had just ran out of the bastion encountered a small group of lobster soldiers in the blink of an eye.
The British soldier holding a Lee-Enfield 1853 rifle quickly pulled the trigger.
Dense rain of projectiles was fired at the fleeing Russian soldiers. In the blink of an eye, several Russian soldiers fell down.
Upon seeing this, the remaining Russian soldiers hurriedly turned around and ran away, but unexpectedly encountered a small group of Zhuav soldiers.
Under the attack from the front and rear by Zhuav soldiers and lobster soldiers, this group of Russian Empire soldiers could only lay down their weapons and surrender.
Facing the surrendering Russian soldiers, the British and French forces had to allocate part of their existing forces to escort the Russian Imperial soldiers to the rear.
Before being escorted, the British and French forces also inquired about the situation in the bastion of this group of captured Russian Imperial soldiers.
"There are not many people in the bastion anymore!" The soldier who answered the question of the British and French forces was none other than the unruly guy in the bastion just now. At this time, he had already turned into a soldier under the guns of the British and French forces.
A "good boy" who answers whatever is asked.
"Very good!" Captain Baptiste, who was about to be promoted to second lieutenant, nodded, and then ordered his soldiers to escort him to the rear.
Later, Baptiste took the remaining team members into the bastion.
After attacking the bastion, Baptiste moved forward and soon saw the remaining Russian soldiers in the bastion.
They raised their muskets and pointed them at the French soldiers in front of them.
"Give up! You can't win!" Sergeant Baptist said to the group of Russian soldiers in front of him.
Before the translator following the French army could translate French into Russian, the Russian soldier facing Baptist said to Baptist in fluent French: "I know!"
There was a trace of surprise on Baptistis's face. The guy in front of him could actually speak French. It seemed that he must be a nobleman of the Russian Empire!
Thinking of this, Baptiste's tone was inevitably a little respectful: "You already know this result, so please put down your arms and surrender! I can guarantee that you will enjoy noble treatment in the French military camp!"
When the translator translated this sentence to them, the few remaining Russian soldiers in the bastion were somewhat moved. They looked at their commander with their peripheral vision, hoping to hear surrender from his mouth.
After noticing that the Russian soldiers on the opposite side generally did not want to fight, the keen-minded Baptist said to him while the iron was hot: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your soldiers! Why let them die in vain!"
They are still so young!"
After hearing Baptist's persuasion, the noble officer opposite glanced at the soldiers beside him.
He himself wants to be loyal to the Tsar, but the Russian soldiers under him obviously have not yet realized that they are loyal to the Tsar. Does he really want to lead them on this road of death?
"I..." The noble let out a long breath, and finally ordered his men to put down their guns, and came to Baptiste alone and said to him: "You are very eloquent!"
"You are exaggerating!" Baptiste responded humbly.
Afterwards, Baptiste curiously asked about the name and position of the nobleman in front of him.
"Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, he has participated in battles in the Caucasus before, with the rank of sergeant!"
That's right, the guy in front of you is none other than the future famous Russian writer Tolstoy.
Originally, after fighting in the Caucasus, Tolstoy moved to the Danube region to fight under Prince Paskevich. After Prince Paskevich led the army back to Bessarabia, Tolstoy
Tai followed Commander Gorchakov to the Sevastopol Fortress.
Since Prince Paskevich ended the Danube War relatively early in this timeline, Tolstoy did not go to the Danube Army as in history, but was directly transferred to Sevastopol by Prince Menshikov.
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Tolstoy, who had stayed in Sevastopol for less than two months, was now a prisoner of the French army.
Although being captured by the French Empire was a very shameful thing, it also indirectly allowed Tolstoy to avoid subsequent battles.
Because the battle that followed was even more bloody than the current one, if the future great writer was not careful, he would become a consumable for the tsar's men and be buried on this land.
Of course, the current Tolstoy does not know what will happen next, nor does he know that he will become a legendary literary giant.
Baptistis, who occupied the bastion fortress, quickly ordered his men to lower the Russian Empire flag hanging on the bastion. This action undoubtedly announced to the surroundings that the Russian Empire had lost this position.
In the distance, Brigadier General Trochu saw through the telescope that the Russian Imperial flag was lowered, with a joyful smile on his face.
Brigadier General Trochu, who was riding a "captured" war horse from near the South Bay of Sevastopol, immediately gave an order to the regiment chief of staff beside him: "Quick! Move one battalion away!"
"Yes!" The regiment chief of staff hurriedly took action after hearing Brigadier General Trochu's order. Brigadier General Trochu also rode in the direction of the bastion.
When Brigadier General Trochu arrived near the bastion, he saw Baptiste and his soldiers at the gate of the bastion.
Brigadier General Trochu quickly dismounted and came to Baptiste, held his hand and said excitedly: "You did a good job!"
"You're flattered!" Baptist responded humbly, and then he introduced the remaining Russian Imperial soldiers in the bastion to Brigadier General Trochu.
"Your Excellency, Brigadier General, this is Tolstoy, a nobleman of the Russian Empire!" Baptistis said to Brigadier General Trochu.
Brigadier General Trochu looked Tolstoy up and down and said, "You didn't escape?"
"Why should I run away! This is the territory of our Russian Empire!" Tolstoy responded confidently to Brigadier General Trochu: "You should be the one who should leave here!"
"Your country?" Brigadier General Trochu responded to Tolstoy with a disdainful smile: "You have occupied this place for less than 100 years, how can you have the nerve to call this your country! This is the Ottomans
This is human land, we are here to help the Ottomans restore their land!”
"I..." Tolstoy said a little less confidently: "You guys have no rights!"
"Then what rights do you, Russia, rely on to occupy this land?"