"Your Majesty Commander, are you really planning to launch an attack in the near future?"
Ivanov Gorchakov's inquiry made Gorchakov feel depressed again.
Of course he knew that it would be very irrational to launch a full-scale attack on Sevastopol when the army was suffering from an epidemic, not to mention that the current Russian Imperial Army's logistical supplies were still in short supply.
It would be fine if the Russian Empire could successfully capture Sevastopol. Once the Russian Empire fell into a disadvantage, the morale of the imperial army would plummet.
Youdao is defeated like a mountain, Gorchakov may follow in the footsteps of Menshikov... no, he may even end up with a lower evaluation than Prince Menshikov.
After all, Prince Menshikov faced a coalition force several times their size, so even if he lost, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
And the troops in Gorchakov's hands were all the elite of the entire southern front.
If he loses, it is difficult for Gorchakov to imagine that the southern front of the empire will face collapse.
But if we don’t attack Sevastopol, it will also be difficult for Emperor Nicholas I to explain.
Since August, the Ministry of War has sent people to deliver letters every few days, urging Gorchakov to prepare an attack plan as soon as possible.
Gorchakov understood that most of these letters of supervision were orders issued by Nicholas I to Gorchakov through the Ministry of War.
This meant that Commander Gorchakov had to bite the bullet and carry it out.
Thinking of this, Commander Gorchakov began to feel melancholy: "Ivanov, tell me what we should do if we don't carry out the orders of the Ministry of War?"
"Your Excellency Commander, in my personal opinion! The first priority is to prepare cotton clothes for the winter, and then order the troops to advance towards Yevpatoria! After occupying Yevpatoria, after occupying Yevpatoria
After Sevastopol, we will march to Sevastopol!" Ivankov Gorchakov said to Commander Gorchakov, and then said angrily: "Anyone with a little common sense knows that Kremlin
The temperature in the Rimean Peninsula will cool down in September! If we attack now, we will definitely encounter the first cold wave on the way!
At that time, what should we do? I really don’t know what is going on in the mind of the War Department! Can’t those gentlemen come to the front line to take a look?
Attacking Sevastopol at this time? Do they want our troops to fight the British and French troops in thin coats?"
Ivankov Gorchakov's speech was exactly what Gorchakov wanted to say but could not say, because he knew that the Ministry of War itself was also unwilling to fight at this time, and behind them was the monarch Nicholas
A generation.
If he had not launched a war, then Nicholas I would have suspected whether Gorchakov had colluded with Crown Prince Alexander II and War Minister Dolgorukov to maliciously resist his policies.
For Gorchakov, whether he himself was deposed by Nicholas I or exiled was not a big problem.
Anyway, he is almost sixty years old and has lived enough.
If the Crown Prince Alexander is implicated, then Gorchakov himself will definitely be blamed for his death.
Today's Russian Empire needs a change. Nicholas I is obviously unable to lead this change, so the leader of the change will only be Crown Prince Alexander.
Gorchakov, who loved the Russian Empire more than his own life (of course he was not greedy at all) must not let Crown Prince Alexander get into trouble.
"Major Ivanov!" Gorchakov frowned and yelled at Ivanov Gorchakov: "Who allows you to comment on your superiors arbitrarily!"
"Your Excellency, Commander, this is the nonsense of the Ministry of War!" Ivanov Gorchakov obviously did not understand the inside story of the Ministry of War. He thought that Nicholas I did not know about it: "As long as you will
Report this matter to His Majesty Nicholas I, and I don’t believe that the Ministry of War can continue to supervise you!”
"Huh!" Gorchakov responded coldly: "If it was just an order from the Ministry of War, it would be easier to handle!"
"You mean..." Ivanov Gorchakov said to Gorchakov in a longer tone.
"There are some things that it's better you don't know!" Gorchakov seemed to have said nothing, but seemed to have said everything.
"Your Majesty, what is it for?" Ivanov Gorchakov's voice trembled slightly: "We obviously have a large enough territory, and we can completely defeat them with the advantage of our territory! Now we are going to be defeated.
They lead the way, is Sevastopol more important than Moscow? We abandoned Moscow back then!"
"Enough! Stop talking!" Gorchakov sternly scolded: "We are soldiers, and our mission is to obey the will of the monarch! Shedding the last drop of blood for the monarch, look at your current state, it's still okay
An excellent soldier? Are you so afraid of death?"
"Uncle, I am not afraid of sacrifice!" Ivanov Gorchakov retorted: "But I hope that my sacrifice will be meaningful. (Ivanov Gorchakov shook his head) I really
I don’t know why our monarch is so eager to capture Sevastopol!
Can't he just wait a little longer? Does he have to let us attack in the snow and cold?"
"Major Ivanov!" Gorchakov slammed the table and said to Ivanov Gorchakov: "Your position is just an ordinary staff officer in the Russian army.
The task is to complete the task I assigned you! You don’t need to take care of the rest, and you are not qualified to take care of it. Do you understand?"
Major Ivanov Gorchakov, who had been criticized and educated by Gorchakov, responded in a low tone: "I know! Your Excellency, Commander Gorchakov!"
"Okay! Just continue to follow up with the hospital! Let me handle the rest!" Gorchakov waved his hand and ordered Ivanov Gorchakov.
"Yes!" Ivanov Gorchakov responded feebly, then turned and left.
"Wait!" Before Ivanov Gorchakov could reach the gate, Commander Gorchakov's voice reached Ivanov Gorchakov's ears.
"Your Excellency, Commander, what's wrong?" Ivanov Gorchakov turned around and asked Commander Gorchakov expressionlessly.
"Take the wine on the windowsill!" Commander Gorchakov pointed at the wine and said to Ivanov Gorchakov, "Thank you for your hard work!"
"This is what I should do!" Ivanov Gorchakov forced a smile on his face, took three steps at a time and came to the window sill to hold the wine in his hand.
"Take your wine and go!" Commander Gorchakov waved his hand and ordered Ivanov Gorchakov to leave.
Shortly after Ivanov Gorchakov left, Gorchakov's face was filled with sadness again. He once again looked at the list of non-combat casualties in his hand, wondering whether he should pass on this news.
Delivered to St. Petersburg.
After about five minutes, Gorchakov put the list in his hand into a drawer.
It is better not to tell St. Petersburg about this kind of thing. Even if you tell them, it will only increase the abuse.
Emperor Nicholas I would not understand the difficulties of the frontline troops at all, he would only supervise the advancing army.
Just as Commander Gorchakov was about to leave the room and go for a walk, there was another knock on the door.
Alas! I wonder what the bad news will be this time!
Gorchakov sighed, then sat down again and said to the outside of the room: "Please come in!"
The door opened and an adjutant ran in in a panic.
"What's wrong?" Commander Gorchakov looked at the adjutant in confusion.
"Your Excellency, Commander!" the adjutant swallowed and replied to Gorchakov: "His Majesty the Emperor's special envoy is here!"
"There's nothing to panic about!" Commander Gorchakov shrugged his shoulders and responded to the adjutant: "Can't we just let the special envoy in?"
"Your Excellency, Commander, you need to greet this special envoy in person!" the adjutant said to Gorchakov.
"Do you need me to greet you in person?" Gorchakov was even more confused. He didn't know what kind of special envoy he could greet him in person: "Is the special envoy a relative of His Majesty the Emperor?"
"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" the adjutant didn't show any concern and hurriedly told Gorchakov.
"What?" After hearing the news of the Crown Prince's arrival, Gorchakov's pupils dilated slightly, with a surprised expression on his face: "Where is the Crown Prince now??"
"Your Excellency Commander, the town on the other side of the river (Crimea River)!" the adjutant said to Gorchakov.
"Why are you still standing there! Take me to see the crown prince!" Commander Gorchakov quickly got up and walked outside.
The adjutant and Gorchakov who left the fortress led a group of Cossack cavalry to the north, and soon came to a marching bridge. After crossing a marching bridge, they arrived in Ukraine.
"How long do we have to go?" Gorchakov, who was riding a horse, asked the adjutant.
"Your Excellency, Commander, walk about 10 miles further and you will arrive at a small town, where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is parked!" the adjutant replied to Gorchakov, pointing in the distance.
[ps: verst: Russian unit of length, 1 verst = 500 sand ropes ≈ 1.0668 kilometers.]
Gorchakov and his adjutant continued to move forward. After a moment of burning incense, the town appeared in front of Gorchakov and others.
The few people who entered the town on horseback received the attention of the town residents as soon as they entered. Many residents looked at this group of uninvited guests with curious eyes.
"Where should we go now?" Gorchakov asked the adjutant.
"Follow me!" The adjutant, Gorchakov and others headed towards the direction of the town's only tavern.
