With the shouts coming from his ears, Jerome Bonaparte slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and he saw Trochu standing next to the camp bed.
So, he yawned and asked lazily: "What happened?"
"Your Majesty, the time for the artillery bombardment specified by you has come! Now shall we launch an attack on Bakhchisaray!" Brigadier General Trochu responded quickly.
"It's been four hours so soon??" Jérôme Bonaparte opened his eyes slightly and said with some disbelief.
He remembered that he had just fallen asleep for a while!
"Your Majesty, look!" Major General Trochu quickly handed a pocket watch to Jérôme Bonaparte.
When Jérôme Bonaparte glanced at his pocket watch, it was already around 11:15, and 15 minutes had passed since his allotted four hours for the bombardment.
The sound of artillery outside the window still did not stop, Jérôme Bonaparte asked again: "Are our artillery still attacking?"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Brigadier General Trochu nodded and replied to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Let's go! Go to the front line!" Jérôme Bonaparte quickly climbed up from the cot, walked to the clothes hanger, put the Naparta hat hanging on the clothes hanger on his head, and then left. Trochu also saw this.
Follow closely and go together.
About 10 minutes later, Jérôme Bonaparte appeared at the headquarters of the Third Division on the front line of Bakhchisaray.
"Telescope!" Jérôme Bonaparte had just entered the headquarters and before the staff of the headquarters saluted La, he immediately stretched out his hand and said briefly to a staff officer beside him.
"Yes!" the staff officer agreed quickly, and then handed the telescope into the hands of Jérôme Bonaparte.
Through a telescope, Jérôme Bonaparte observed the situation of the entire Bakhchisarai position in a bunker near the headquarters. At this time, the small bastion group (**fortress) located outside Bakhchisarai was in
The French Empire was almost destroyed under concentrated firepower for nearly four hours.
Nowadays, the entire defensive position is full of stones and dust. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or something. Jérôme Bonaparte, who is observing the bastion group in the distance through the telescope, can even faintly hear the broken stones in the distance.
A moan came from below.
Looking at the scene of ruins in front of him, Jérôme Bonaparte showed a satisfied smile. This time the bombardment had obviously met his expectations.
So, Jérôme Bonaparte issued another order to Trochu, "Let the artillery stop temporarily!"
Major General Trochu immediately took the order to leave. After 10 minutes, the bombardment stopped abruptly.
After a while, Trochu returned to the headquarters and asked Jérôme Bonaparte on behalf of the Second Division Bosquet whether it was necessary to send troops to attack the defensive positions outside Bakhchisarai!
After all, the Russian army that suffered shelling had the weakest combat awareness.
"No hurry!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then asked Major General Trochu: "By the way, when is the approximate meal time in the Russian Empire?"
"About 12:30-1 o'clock!" Major General Trochu replied immediately.
"12:30...12:30..." Jerome Bonaparte muttered a few words in a low voice, and then paced back and forth with his head lowered. Suddenly he stopped and gave an order to Major General Trochu next to him.
The order was: "Order all ministries to start cooking!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Major General Trochu responded quickly, and then quickly left the headquarters.
When Major General Trochu walked out of the headquarters, he sighed cautiously.
It was obvious that now was the best time to attack, but the emperor did not choose to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, and instead asked them to start cooking.
This is simply a waste of their shells!
However, there is no way who can make someone the emperor?
Major General Trochu, who felt a little regretful about missing the opportunity, conveyed Jérôme Bonaparte's order to the officers below, who also conveyed the news to the soldiers at the bottom.
Not long after, wisps of smoke appeared in the French military camp.
After seeing the smoke rising from the French military camp, Count Sacon in the city of Bakhchisarai finally felt relieved.
He originally thought that the French army would take the opportunity to launch an attack, but he did not expect that the French army would directly choose to eat with one hand.
This is simply God blessing the Russian army!
Therefore, Count Sachne, who had the style of a later keyboard warrior, immediately put on a knowing expression and said to the adjutant and staff beside him, look, I have already said that the French army does not dare to attack at all! We
The bastions built by the Russian Empire are simply invincible!
Now the staff officers and adjutants beside Earl Sacon had no choice but to praise Earl Sacon for his foresight!
"Okay! Since France will not attack in a short time, all troops should eat according to the previously prescribed time!" Count Sacon gave an order to the adjutant beside him.
After receiving the order, the adjutant hesitated for a moment and cautiously asked Count Sacon if they should be a little more cautious in case this was a French trap!
"Trap? What kind of trap can they have!" Count Saxon showed a look of disdain on his face, and then he still insisted on ordering his troops to strictly observe the meal time.
At about 12 o'clock, wisps of smoke also appeared in the Russian Empire's positions.
Around 12:30, Russian soldiers outside Bakhchisaray began to put down their weapons and have a meal.
At 12:40, soldiers from two Zhuav regiments took advantage of the opportunity of the Russian soldiers outside Bakhchisarai to have a meal and sneaked into the trenches and bastions.
The Russian soldiers who were having a meal were stunned when they saw the French soldiers suddenly appearing in front of them.
Except for a few Russian soldiers who responded quickly, most of the other Russian soldiers were fought by the Zhuav regiment.
"Kill!" After the Zhuav regiment jumped into the trench, they shouted and started fighting with the Russian soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, more and more soldiers followed the Zhuav regiment into the trenches and bastions.
The battle started completely when Russia was most relaxed. After a while, the Russian Imperial soldiers in the first line of defense on the periphery began to retreat to the second line of defense like a tide.
The Russian soldiers stationed in the second line of defense had the first line of defense as a buffer, so they immediately put down the tooth-hard black bread in their hands, picked up the muskets at hand, and tried to attack the French.
Fight back.
However, before they started pointing their guns at the French army, they saw the Russian soldiers in the first layer of defense desperately retreating in the direction where they were. Their hearts also collapsed, and some soldiers began to doubt
Should I surrender?
However, most Russian soldiers still chose to resist the French attack.
At this moment, a broken Russian message came from the French army in the distance, "Hand in your guns and not kill! Your parents are still waiting for your safe return!"
Although this sentence in Russian is very poor, it is indeed a fatal blow to the morale of the Russian army.
After hearing this sentence, the man who originally wanted to resist the Russian soldiers subconsciously thought of his parents, and his will to resist was instantly shattered.
Subsequently, the French army occupied the second line of defense in one go.
Alexander II carefully arranged that after the two lines of defense were captured by the French army with clever means, the French army did not move forward to attack the third line of defense (mainly because the third line of defense not only included bastions, but also earth mounds and breastworks.
It is really difficult to attack), but stopped to mop up the Russian troops within the two lines of defense.
Standing on the high ground in the city of Bakhchisarai, Count Sacon saw that the two lines of defense outside Bakhchisarai were easily breached by the French. His originally calm face instantly fell into confusion and fear.
He never thought that he would lose two positions in a row in just one hour.
The day before, Count Saxon had patted his chest and assured Commander Gorchakov, who appointed him, that he would secure the French army firmly outside the two lines of defense and secure enough troops for Simferopol.
Preparation time.
Unexpectedly, it took him less than an hour to get France to point his troops towards the city.
"Counterattack! Go and organize a counterattack!" Count Sacon shouted at the adjutant and staff beside him.
Upon seeing this, the adjutant and staff hurriedly rode on horseback to convey Saxon's order to the commander of the third and final line of defense.
The commander stationed on the third line of defense also knew the consequences of Francelov's occupation of the first and second lines of defense. He quickly organized his men to launch a counterattack against the French troops in the first and second lines of defense.
The artillery platoons in the third line of defense began to launch a counterattack against the French army. This caught the French army, which had just experienced a deportation battle, by surprise, and a small number of soldiers began to scatter in fear.
The second line of defense is in a precarious situation. If the Russian army in the third line of defense can take advantage of the unstable morale of the French military to launch an attack, then they are likely to expel France from the second line of defense.
As for the first line of defense... Since the line of defense itself is exposed within the range of French artillery, even if the French army withdraws from the first line of defense, it will be difficult for the Russian Empire to remain on the first line of defense?
Fortunately, the French army has some of the best officers in the world. Under the command of the officers, the originally shaky military morale began to gradually stabilize.
After the Russian army on the third line of defense fired several rounds of artillery, they ordered their soldiers to start attacking the French army on the second line of defense.
Musketeers and rifles fired at each other at a distance of more than 100 meters.