Struggle in Russia

"Struggle in Tsarist Russia (

Plovdiv.

Artillery Captain Edward Jones leaned on the cart and dozed off in boredom. He was exhausted by the marching for days, mainly because the Turks were too slow, and the workload of the day was always divided into three days.

Then he likes to complain, always complaining that their coalition forces don't have enough supplies, or that they don't have enough troops.

To tell the truth, if he hadn't hated the Russians, if he hadn't been ordered to help these annoying heretics, he wouldn't have come to Turkey even if he had given Edward a pocket full of gold.

"Be quick!" He yawned and lazily scolded his subordinates who were also sleepy. "The translator will go ahead and ask, how long will it take to repair that **** wooden bridge!"

If the bridge was built by British sappers, Edward would have been furious. How complicated can a three-foot-deep gutter bridge be? But these Turks have been busy for five hours. Originally, he thought he would be able to arrive in Plovdiv today, and he was planning to spend some time in this second largest city in Bulgaria!

But now, he looked at the drooping sun, and I'm afraid it's only a dream to arrive in Plovdiv tonight, or he can only sleep in the wilderness.

He was really fed up, because every time he got close to a big city along the way, the Turks would get into trouble. As a result, every time he and the soldiers came and returned to the hilarious, he began to suspect that the Turks did it on purpose.

Anyway, he made up his mind. Even if he is punished, he will delay time. Anyway, he must stay in Plovdiv tomorrow night, as soon as he wants to enjoy the Turkish nightlife.

"It seems that the Turks are going to leave us in the wild again. This can't be done. Let me walk slowly tomorrow. Be sure to arrive in Plovdiv tomorrow evening, and let the brothers have a good rest!"

Captain Edward's guess is not wrong, the Turks are indeed intentional, they really do not want the British and French to enter the big cities to rest. It may cause a lot of security risks. After all, when the first batch of British and French coalition forces arrived in Istanbul, they made a lot of trouble and made people angry.

If it weren't for the fact that these uncles helped fight the Russians, the Turks really wanted these **** soldiers to go as far as they wanted.

Anyway, since then, the Turks have tried their best to control the itinerary, so that the British and French forces avoid entering the big cities. This can reduce a lot of trouble, and if it is unavoidable, it can only be recognized by pinching the nose.

However, this time Captain Edward encountered a more complicated situation. Some Bulgarians with ulterior motives were mixed in among the Turkish troops responsible for escorting.

These were the men of the Earl of Province, who, on his orders, had deliberately managed to delay their journey so that the Russians could be ready for battle.

"How did the British react?"

"It's very honest, and the lazy ones are dozing off."

"That's good, I'll send them to sleep forever tonight. Haha, those cannons are good things, you all keep an eye on them, don't let those savages break them!"

"By the way, how are the Russians prepared? This time the Turks are escorting the elite light cavalry. It's useless if they can't eat them!"

"The Russians said they figured it out and asked us to spice up the Turks' dinner, and then everything would be fine!"

"Poisoning? What a joke, how does this work?"

"You misunderstood, it's not poisoning, it's laxative, it's just making the Turks weak!"

"Haha, these polar bears are too bad, but I like it!"

The poor Brits and Turks did not know what danger they would face this night, and the word danger had not been in their minds for a long time. After all, this is the hinterland of Turkey, and there is no shadow of the Russian army in the surrounding area of ​​100 kilometers. No one can imagine that they will be attacked in their own rear.

At least Edward Jones didn't expect it at all. Sure enough, the Turks did not repair the wooden bridge, and he and his soldiers could only sleep in the wilderness. But he swears that tomorrow night he must find the most beautiful Turkish dancer, and he must die of drunkenness in the gentle village.

Looking forward to tomorrow, he had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he was very happy holding a dozen beautiful exotic dancers.

As for the other half of the elite Turkish light cavalry, they didn't have so much leisure time. From eight or nine o'clock in the evening, they had stomach troubles. At first, there were only a few people, but in the middle of the night, almost everyone began to overturn the river.

At one time, they thought that the dinner was not clean and they had a bad stomach, and they were so angry that they beat the cook, but this didn't solve the problem at all. As they pulled more and more frequently and violently, not only the toilet was not enough , even with people collapsed.

And just when their feet were soft, their heads were dizzy, and their bodies were weak, with a sharp whistle sounded, UU read www. uukanshu. The screams of killing were heard all over the mountains and plains, masked armed gangsters rushed out from all directions, and the food transportation team was in chaos.

"What's the matter! What's the situation?"

Edward hurriedly rushed out of the tent with his trousers on. There were shouts of killing all around. From a distance, the Turks' tent seemed to be on fire. To make matters worse, in the raging fire, the two sides could be seen killing each other. .

"I don't know, it seems like an enemy attack!"

Edward's troops were very unconvinced when they answered, because this is the hinterland of Bulgaria, where did the enemy attack come from? But there was no enemy attack, why did the Turks kill so much again? Could it be a mutiny?

Edward also suspected that there might be mutiny among the Turks. After all, with their treatment, he would have been fried a long time ago. He had a lot of bad work and was extremely dangerous. No one could stand it!

"Strengthen your vigilance and send someone to see what's going on!"

To Edward, the Turks killed him had nothing to do with him, as long as he arrived safely at the front with the cannon. His only concern was that the Turks would be implicated in the mutiny, so he specifically urged: "Put up the flag and tell the infidels that we are British!"

The move did work, and several waves of men and horses arrived around his camp on and off, but just glanced and left. This made Edward more and more convinced that the Turks were mutiny and infighting. If it was really an enemy attack, how could he have let such an obvious target go unnoticed.

"Why leave the British alone?" Lazette was a little strange.

Boris stretched his back: "Anyway, they are very good teachers and won't run at all. After cleaning up the Turks, concentrate on solving them!"

Vishniak also comforted: "Don't worry, we will do it when we promise to hand over those artillery to you!"