Struggle in Russia

Facts have proved that it is more senior figures, such as Paskovich, who are stubborn and ignorant. For the majority of middle and lower-level officers, it is not so dogmatic. After all, they are the ones working hard on the front line, and they will pay strong attention to and actively learn anything that can save their lives.

After all, your life is yours, and you only have one. They will not stick to the old tradition like the old men who sit behind comfortable desks and direct the battle in front of the map, or the generals who stay far behind to avoid danger.

The only pity is that although these middle and low-level officers are good at learning and accepting new things, they do not have the right to make decisions. The ones who decide the tactics are still the so-called masters who think they are experienced and know how to fight.

The Paskovichs have long been accustomed to the battlefield they are familiar with. They are not indifferent to anything new, or at least cannot understand it. So according to his plan, the Russian army will next fight in a very traditional way and then defeat the enemy as traditionally done.

But he had to get through the day first, because at night it was when his young men completely replaced the naval infantry and entered the front-line position.

"I can't wait!" Paskovich put down the monocular and declared confidently: "I hope to see a hearty and complete victory tomorrow, and even more hope to see Constantinople at the end of the month. The walls of Dinburg!”

"This thousand-year-old city has been away from civilization and the great Christ for too long. It's time to liberate this city and completely cleanse the stains left by those pagans!"

When he said this, he kept looking at Kornilov and Nassimov next to him. The meaning was very clear, which was contempt.

After seeing the situation on the battlefield today, Paskovich felt that the reason why there was no progress in Ineada was entirely due to the incompetence of the navy. If he had known that these saltwater ducks were so incompetent, he should have let the army boys land first.

Fortunately, he arrived at the front line personally to find out the real situation, and now he still has the opportunity to correct the losses caused by the navy's incompetence. His great Prince Paskovich will create the most glorious victory in Russian history!

"He's crazy!"

This was the first thing Kornilov said after hearing Paskovich's battle plan. He said to Nassimov worriedly: "I feel that there will be a disastrous defeat tomorrow. Tell the boys, don't be in a hurry. Board the ship and be ready to meet the army at any time!"

Nasimov nodded silently, because he also felt very bad. Paskovich's plan could be explained in two words - attack!

According to his order, the army will concentrate 10,000 troops to break through from the front of the Turks tomorrow, first defeat these rabble, and then pack the British and French away together.

It can only be said that this is fanciful. There are still 100,000 enemies on the opposite side, and the number of troops available for attack is only just over 10,000. What can these few people do?

What's more, according to Paskovich's request, the army will form a dense formation for the assault!

This is really hell. Didn’t this idiot see the result of the Turks and French who were attacking the defense line in scattered formations today? Even the loose formations could not avoid the concentrated fire of new rifles and artillery. They were hit almost immediately. collapse.

Are you still engaged in a dense formation here? Are you planning to kill someone?

Kornilov and Nasimov tried hard to persuade Paskovich for a long time, and did not ask him to give up the attack. They only asked him to give up the dense formation, but the stubborn commander flatly refused, saying that the army was not afraid. Death will use his fearless charge to teach the naval brothers how to fight!

Kornilov and Nasimov were both speechless. What the hell is going on? Are your brains all muddled? Can't you see the enemy's heavy fire? Do you think that people huddled together can block the ravages of explosive bombs?

It's just that Paskovich didn't listen to the advice at all. When he got tired of hearing it, he even mocked them, which made Kornilov and Nassimov feel helpless and sad. They didn't even think about what the Russian army would pay tomorrow. It's an extremely heavy price, and this kind of price can actually be avoided, because the enemy on the opposite side has made negative examples again and again before.

"Without bleeding or injuries, some people won't know pain!" Kornilov said bitterly, "Grand Duke Andrei is right, some people are simply incorrigible. It's completely over. They are so insensitive that they have to use cannons and bayonets to cut their flesh and bleed them before they wake up!"

As he spoke, he punched the bulkhead and roared: "The only way to save Russia is to bleed the Paskovichs one by one. Kill them all and Russia will be saved. There is no other way." Second method!”

Nassimov was also extremely helpless. He knew that Kornilov was speaking angrily, but this was also because Paskovich was too angry. Look at what he said. He looked so indifferent. He looked so ridiculous that he wanted to ride on the old man's neck and slap him hard on the face.

"There's no point in sulking," Nasimov sighed. "It's better to think about how to help the young men in the army reduce casualties. I'm worried that they won't be able to come back at all!"

Kornilov acquiesced. He shared the same concerns and could think of no dubious way of helping those poor souls. The only thing he could do was to prepare as many medicines and doctors as possible to see if he could save a few more lives.

There was no talk all night, and the two sides, who had no tradition of night fighting, spent this long night peacefully. Perhaps for the Turks, Britain and France, this night was not long, just like the previous days and nights.

But for the Russian troops who received the order to attack, the situation was completely different. Although yesterday's shelling failed to shock Paskovich, it really made the hearts of grassroots officers and soldiers sink.

Just the thought of having to charge forward in the face of such fierce artillery fire made their legs tremble. But the orders from their superiors could not be refused. The only thing they could do was to kiss the cross hanging around their necks or the portraits and silver coins with Nicholas I's head on them, and pray to God and the emperor to bring them good luck.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the gray animals that had finished eating Black Leba were herded together in groups and formed into a dense formation under the command of the company commander. After the military music sounded, they would stride forward side by side. For those poor people who were unfortunate enough to be standing in the first row, their hearts were full of fear, because veterans always told them that the death rate in the first row was as high as 70%, and it would be huge if only two out of ten people survived. What a blessing...