Make France Great Again

Chapter 526: The Lost Telegraph Hill Heights

The members of the Kiev Hussars never thought that one day they would be killed by more than 50 people by their own friendly forces. What was even worse was that their own regiment commander was killed by a friendly bullet.

As opponents, the members of the French-Saharan coalition also did not expect that the Russian infantry could actually attack their own cavalry. How big the grievances between the two sides were!

And the instigator of all this, Lieutenant General Kiriaco, was able to laugh heartlessly after ordering his infantry to attack his own friendly forces. This is simply a complete traitor!

Thanks to the "assist" of Lieutenant General Chiriaco, the "Friend of the Allied Forces", the assault brigade, which originally wanted to rely on the hollow square formation to prevent counterattacks against the cavalry troops, gave up conservative tactics under the order of Major General Bokes.

Major General Bokes, who was riding on the horse, raised the command knife in his hand, pointed the tip of the knife at the heights of Telegraph Hill and issued an order: "Everyone, listen to me!"

After hearing Bokes' order, all the soldiers in the assault brigade decisively took off their rucksacks and went into battle lightly.

"I don't care whether you are teammates or enemies in front of you. Your mission is to rush to the high ground and knock down those Russian sons of bitches! If your teammates fall, there will naturally be follow-up medical personnel to send them to the back! You guys Just give me a head start and rush there! Do you hear me clearly?" Major General Bokes said in a loud voice the same words as Sir Cam Benning.

"Understood!" The members of the assault brigade in the front row also responded to Major General Bosquet in unison.

"Push it to me!"

Following Major General Bosquet's order, all members of the assault brigade launched an attack on the Telegraph Hill highlands in columns.

The sound of gunshots resounded on the battlefield one after another. The white gunpowder smoke produced after the Migne gun was fired filled the battlefield, blocking the sight of the soldiers of the Zhuav regiment, making it impossible to see clearly the Russian soldiers on the high ground of Telegraph Hill. They could only rely on vague memories. Determining the approximate location of the Russian soldiers on Telegraph Hill, they shot at them.

Even so, many Russian soldiers fell to the ground.

460, 426 meters, 382 meters...

The soldiers of the Zuav Regiment and the Sardinian Chasseur Regiment were walking at a constant speed while taking out the already rationed amount of sealed Minie bombs from their backpacks, tearing open the package with their teeth, pouring the black powder inside, and then putting the Minie warheads into their guns. After the tube, use the ejector rod to compact the minie bomb, and then pull the trigger.

The short distance of more than 100 meters was enough for a skilled soldier of the Zhuav Regiment to fire two bullets at the Russian Imperial soldiers on the high ground. The brave and capable Russian Imperial Army had already been killed by the Assault Brigade's bullets and the Great Napoleon before it caused any casualties to the French Empire. Pao was frightened, not to mention that a "Friend of the Allied Forces" appeared in their camp.

Under the French Empire's artillery and rifle offensive, the Kiev Hussars regiment, which lost its regiment leader, first collapsed. They began to flee backwards without obeying the command, trying to escape from the battlefield as soon as possible.

The collapse of the Hussars was like the first domino to fall, which had a devastating blow to the morale of the Russian Empire on the Telegraph Hill Highlands. The Moscow Regiment and the Minsk Regiment could not stand the situation of being passively beaten. Lieutenant General Kirikov completely lost confidence and the soldiers began to retreat involuntarily.

"Come back! Don't run! You cowards! You are no longer soldiers of the empire!" Lieutenant General Kirikov, who was half drunk and half awake, shouted angrily at the group of cowards in front of him. At this time, he did not realize at all that he was in front of him. The main reason for this defeat lies not with the troops themselves, but with Lieutenant General Kirikov himself.

If he had not successively attacked the Russian Imperial Army stationed on the heights of Telegraph Hill, three regiments (3,000 people of the Minsk Regiment, 3,000 people of the Moscow Regiment, and 1,000 people of the Kiev Hussars Regiment) of nearly 7,000 people would not have been defeated by the French so quickly. The army was defeated.

Poor Lieutenant General Kirikov could only watch as one group after another of Russian Imperial soldiers abandoned their own positions and evacuated backwards, without paying any attention to him as the position commander.

If it were not for the still loyal leader of the Minsk regiment, Brigadier General Kirikov would have been abandoned directly on Telegraph Hill and became the first senior officer of the coalition forces not to take prisoners. In layman's terms, he was Nicholas I's consumables.

The leader of the Minsk regiment, covered in the blood of friendly forces, came to Lieutenant General Kirikov and implored him sincerely: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, we are defeated like a mountain! Let's run!" Where there is life, there is hope! (Keep the green hills here, so you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood).”

"However, Prince Menshikov asked me to guard this place. It has only been a day and it has already been lost..." Lieutenant General Kirikov once again showed his cowardly character when the matter came to a head. He was afraid of being beaten by Menshikov. The prince sent him to a military court and he hesitated whether to leave with the troops.

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General, I cannot predict whether you will be punished by Prince Menshikov after this battle, but I can be sure of one thing. If you don't run away now, you won't have much chance to run away after a while!" Ming The commander of the Sk regiment responded directly to Lieutenant General Kirikov, and then pointed at the French army climbing the slope.

Lieutenant General Kirikov glanced at the French army that was about to climb halfway up the mountain. Thinking of the hatred between the Russian Empire and the French Empire during the Napoleonic Wars, his body shuddered involuntarily, "Quick! Let's go!"

Lieutenant General Kirikov, who had just taken two steps, felt dizzy. The consequences of the previous drinking in the wooden house were completely revealed at that moment. The commander of the Minsk regiment who was standing aside had no choice but to send two soldiers to take Kirikov away. After setting up Lieutenant General Husband, he fled the heights of Telegraph Hill.

The assault brigade accelerated the pace and rushed into the first trench. Then some soldiers occupied the entire Telegraph Hill highland and planted the flags of France and Sardinia on the position. The other soldiers continued to march toward Kiri. A charge was launched in the direction of Lieutenant General Cove.

In order to cover the retreat of the large army, a battalion of soldiers chose to sacrifice themselves to preserve the vitality of the Russian Empire. After breaking off, these Russian soldiers, who were ready to die, formed two columns under the leadership of their battalion commander and charged towards the pursuing assault brigade. Both sides A fierce battle took place on the path to Sevastopol.

Blood stained the soil on the road red. Hundreds of Russian Imperial soldiers were wiped out by soldiers of the Zhuav regiment who were far superior to them. From the beginning to the end, no Russian soldier surrendered.

When Major General Bosquet came down from the heights of Telegraph Hill, he couldn't help but look solemn when he saw the group of Russian soldiers in front of him who would rather die than surrender.

"Give them a good burial! They are a group of respectable opponents, but they just met a general who is not worthy of entrustment!" Major General Bosquet gave a strong order to the soldiers of the Zhuav regiment beside him.

"Yes!" the soldiers of the Zhuav regiment responded to Major General Bosquet.

Subsequently, Major General Bosquet returned to the Telegraph Hill Highlands to make the next plan with Brigadier Generals McMahon and Bazin on the highlands.

"I have told Commander-in-Chief Pelissier about the occupation of Telegraph Hill. I believe it won't be long before Commander-in-Chief Pelissier receives the news! I hope your troops can adjust to the next situation as soon as possible. A battle! Alma is not the end, but the starting point of our journey!" Major General Bosquet said solemnly to Brigadier Generals McMahon and Bazin.

Brigadier Generals McMahon and Bazin immediately assured Major General Bosquet that their troops could still continue to fight.

In sharp contrast to General Bosquet's effortless occupation of the heights of Telegraph Hill was the Kurgan Hill offensive. On the left end of the battle line, it was led by Sir Colin Cambering, Sir Joe Brown, the Duke of Cambridge, De Reich. The troops of the Highland Brigade, the 1st Division, the Guards Division, and the 2nd Division led by Sir Iswin, under the command of Commander Raglan, launched one attack after another towards the Kurgan Mountain from different directions. The most violent force was the Highland Brigade, which launched a frontal assault.

In just half an hour, nearly 500 British soldiers died on the road to attack the multi-faceted fort, and the vast majority of them were injured by artillery.

Of course, as the defender, Prince Menshikov also felt uncomfortable. While the well-trained British soldiers were repelled time and time again by artillery, they also used strong firepower and tenacious will to attack the Russian army again and again. counterattack.

Time passed again for 20 minutes. Sir Cunningham finally led the Highland Brigade to the hillside less than 30 meters away from the Fort. The grapevines and stubble bushes on the hillside became excellent cover for the British army. This made the British army The kingdom finally had a chance to breathe.

However, Menshikov would not give the Highland Brigade this chance. He would personally lead his troops to defeat this tenacious Highland Brigade soldiers.

Just when Prince Menshikov wanted to lead the Kazan Infantry Brigade to counterattack, Menshikov's adjutant who stayed at the temporary command post appeared in front of Menshikov and informed Menshikov: The soldiers from Telegraph Hill Highlands The herald was already waiting for Prince Menshikov at the temporary command post on the top of the mountain. He said that there were important matters that must be reported to Prince Menshikov in person.

"Won't you bring him to me?" Prince Menshikov shouted angrily at the rigid adjutant.

"I'll go right away..." The adjutant turned around and wanted to return to the temporary command post to bring the messenger to Menshikov.

"Forget it! I'll go there myself!"

Menshikov had no choice but to return to the temporary command post in a hurry, but before leaving, Menshikov issued a special hold order to the Kazan Infantry Brigade.

Menshikov, who returned to the command post, met with the hussars responsible for delivering orders. The Kiev hussars reported to Prince Menshikov the fall of Telegraph Hill Heights.

Prince Menshikov was stunned when he heard the news of the fall of Telegraph Hill. It was as if someone had hit his head with a wooden stick. A feeling of powerlessness and dizziness poured into his head.

The hussars standing aside saw Prince Menshikov swaying from side to side and hurriedly helped him to prevent Prince Menshikov from falling. After a while, Prince Menshikov recovered, and his eyes widened when he reacted. He shouted to the messenger cavalry in front of him: "Tell me again, what happened to Telegraph Mountain!"

"Your Excellency, Commander, Telegraph Hill has been lost! Lieutenant General Kiriako has led the troops to retreat to the Sevastopol Trail!" The messenger cavalry responded to Menshikov with a wry smile.

"Can you tell me! How did you lose a high ground in such a short period of time? It's a high ground that is very important to us! Do you think all French soldiers can fly? ? Or is that idiot Kiriako drinking on the battlefield again!" Prince Menshikov angrily asked the hussar responsible for delivering the order.

"None of us expected that the French army would take the risk of climbing up the cliff. When we found them, the number of the French army was already two to three times ours, and they also had cannons in their hands, which were as powerful as yours. The naval guns in our hands are roughly the same, so we have no choice but to retreat!" The hussars ordered to tell Prince Menshikov the entire process of the fall, which had been polished by General Kiriako.

"You mean France brought their naval guns up from the cliff?" Menshikov frowned and asked the messenger cavalry.

"They may not be naval guns, but their power is not much different from our naval guns!"

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