Abdulmecid I had a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, and now he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl directly into it.
"That's nothing!" Jérôme Bonaparte waved his hand, and then interceded for Mohammed Alma: "March and war are inherently complex projects, and some mistakes are inevitable.
Please don’t blame him for this!”
"No! No!" Abdulmecid I shook his head, and then apologized to Jérôme Bonaparte: "It's just that this time I made your trip in vain!"
Jérôme Bonaparte smiled calmly, "Allies should maintain frank communication and make plans together! If you can't do this, then it's better not to have this ally!"
Speaking of this, Jerome Bonaparte paused and looked at Strathford Canning: "I'm right! Mr. Canning!"
Canning, who was named by Jérôme Bonaparte, was stunned for a few seconds, nodded and responded: "Your Majesty, you are right! This is how it should be between allies!"
Later, Jérôme Bonaparte told Abdulmecid I that the plan to outflank the Russian Empire in the Caucasus was not impossible, but it would only have to wait until the coalition forces expelled the Russian Empire from the Crimea region.
, France was freed up to help the Turkish army.
During this period, Jérôme Bonaparte advised the Turkish army in the Caucasus not to act rashly and only to defend the Kalis Fortress.
When he said this, Jérôme Bonaparte stood up and walked to the map, pointing to Kalis Fortress and Ardahan, which is less than 90 kilometers away, and Artvin, which is about 220 kilometers away: "From this map
Judging from the above, the Turkish army only needs to guard these three places to block the enemy out! [These three places exactly form a triangle, Artvin and Kalis are both the same Erzurum trunk roads] By the way,
We need to defend here too!”
Jérôme Bonaparte pointed at Erzurum behind Kallis, "If my guess is correct, all your supplies come from here!"
"Yes!" Abdul Meguid I nodded. Although he did not understand the specific military operations, he still had a general understanding of the logistics of the army in the Caucasus.
"So this is also the key point. If the Russian Empire launches a sudden attack on it! The entire army in the border area will be destroyed!" Jerome Bonaparte responded in a serious tone.
Although he did not believe that the current Russian Imperial Army still had Suvorov's ability to march quickly, considering that the Ottoman Empire itself had enough useless materials.
Maybe it will be taken down in one wave of raids!
Jérôme Bonaparte, who made a defense plan for the Ottoman Empire, did not know that the fall of the Ottoman Empire in history began with Ardahan. The Russian army that broke through Ardahan surrounded it with a smaller force than the Kalis Fortress.
Kallis Fortress.
Yes! You heard it right, at that time the Ottoman Empire deployed far more troops in Kalis than the divided Russian Empire under siege.
[ps: The Russian Empire has less than 30,000 people in total, and it has to divide its forces to occupy Ardahan and Artvin to threaten Erzurum, while the Ottoman Empire has about 33,000 infantry alone. In such a huge empire
Despite the superior strength, Kallis Fortress was still surrounded]
Abdulmecid I nodded, and then tactfully told Jérôme Bonaparte that their existing troops could not take care of the defense of the three regions at all, and he hoped that Jérôme Bonaparte could Pelissier was ordered to allow part of the Turkish troops on the Crimean Peninsula to return to the homeland for defense.
Jérôme Bonaparte also said that as an emperor, he did not want to interfere too much in the fighting on the Crimean Peninsula.
However, he suggested that Abdulmecid I make a proposal to Pelissier to withdraw part of the Turkish troops in Crimea in the name of the Ottoman Empire. If Pelissier is willing to accept it, then no matter how good it is But that’s it!
Abdulmecid I nodded, and an anticlimactic military meeting ended.
Jérôme Bonaparte, Strasford Canning, and Valewski left Topkapi Palace under the escort of black eunuchs.
When Jerome Bonaparte and Strathford Canning parted ways, Strathford Canning respectfully asked Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, can I ask you one question!"
"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and replied to Strasford Canning.
"What is the purpose of your coming here?" Strathford Canning asked Jerome Bonaparte with a serious look.
"Mr. Canning, are you now asking me on behalf of the British royal family or the cabinet?" Jérôme Bonaparte did not directly answer Strathford Canning's question. He just smiled indifferently.
Strathford Canning hesitated for a moment, reorganized his words and said: "Both!"
"Then please tell Palmerston and Victoria that the purpose of my trip is to receive honors!" Jerome Bonaparte responded without hesitation.
"Award?" There was a hint of surprise in Strathford Canning's eyes, and he did not believe Jérôme Bonaparte's words.
"That's right! The purpose of my coming here this time is just to award honors to those meritorious officials in the Crimean Peninsula!" Jerome Bonaparte added.
"I will tell them! I wish you a pleasant trip in Constantinople!" Strathford Canning bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and turned to leave.
Jérôme Bonaparte and Valewski, who watched Strasford Canning leave, also took a carriage back to the French Embassy in Constantinople.
That afternoon, Vernia, wearing a black robe and black tulle, came to the embassy.
"Why are you dressed like this?" Looking at the tightly wrapped Vernia in front of him, Jerome Bonaparte asked in surprise.
"It's not because of the system of this country!" Wilnia, who took off her veil, complained softly.
"Actually, Constantinople is open enough!" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged, "If you want to go to Syria, you will find that the regulations there are more stringent than those in Constantinople. !”
Although Constantinople is still not open enough to Vernia, who has lived in France and Italy, he is already at the forefront of openness in the entire ysl world.
Under the influence of British and French capital, the small bourgeois class in the city of Constantinople has gradually moved towards liberalization, and the influence of Wahhaism has been gradually eliminated from the city.
For those women who live in the Middle East and are under the control of Wahhabism, the most serious way to dress is to wrap the whole body in black robes and leave only a pair of eyes.
"Forget it! Let's not say that!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then saw Klein in front of him: "Is there any restaurant nearby that you can recommend?"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Klein, the "Constantinople Pass", immediately introduced Jérôme Bonaparte to the relatively famous hotels in Constantinople.
"Wait a moment, I'll tidy up a little and then set off!" Jérôme Bonaparte walked to the dressing table, put the artificial beard in the dressing table drawer on his mouth, and then set up a plain mirror on the bridge of his nose.
He looks like a scholar.
"This way no one will recognize it, right?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Vernia who was standing beside him.
Vernia put a wig on Jérôme Bonaparte's head, and he was now a judge.
"Okay! Let's go!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who felt that he would not be recognized, nodded, then took Vernia's hand and left together.
That night, Jérôme Bonaparte and Vernia did not return to the embassy and hospital, but went to sleep in a luxurious hotel.
In the next few days, Jérôme Bonaparte was either going to places of interest in Constantinople or at Topkapi Palace. It seemed that the matter of the awarding of honors had really been forgotten by him.
Until one early morning, when the ironclad "Friendship" docked at the Constantinople naval port again, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers in the naval port, a group of fully armed French soldiers emerged from the ironclad ship, and a loud military band sounded.
An old man wearing the uniform of an imperial marshal walked slowly from the armored ship to the military port, and then got on the carriage leading to the embassy with his entourage.
The old man standing at the door of the embassy knocked on the door of the embassy. Klein leaned out and said respectfully: "Marshal Regno!"
"You must be Klein!" The old man in front of him was actually Renault, one of the two marshals of the empire, and he said with a smile.
"Yes! Your Excellency, Marshal!" Klein replied to the old man.
"Where is Your Majesty now?" Rennio asked Klein.
"Your Majesty, you have gone to the military hospital now!" Klein replied to Marshal Renault.
"Military hospital? OK!" Marshal Renault got back on the carriage and left.
When Renault arrived at the gate of the military hospital, he saw Jerome Bonaparte.
At this time, Jérôme Bonaparte had already put on the special Lev uniform for the ceremony, and asked with a serious face: "Are you ready?"
"Ready!" Marshal Regno nodded and said to Jérôme Bonaparte.
Later, surrounded by soldiers from the military hospital, the two walked straight to Marshal Saint-Arnaud's bed.
Marshal Saint-Arnaud, who was lying on the bed, wanted to get up, but Jérôme Bonaparte held his shoulders and said: "You don't have to get up if you are inconvenient!"
At the same time, a soldier carrying a tray entered the hospital bed. What was on the tray was the gold Grand Cross.