Chapter 471： Raglan and St. Arnault

As Baron Raglan, who "replaced" the position of the Duke of Cambridge, he naturally understood that the purpose of the Duke of Cambridge's participation in this war was to obtain the honor that matched his title, and Baron Raglan was also happy to see it.

After all, he had robbed others of his position halfway through, so Baron Raglan would have to compensate him appropriately, as long as the Duke of Cambridge was willing to carry out his orders.

At present, it seems that the Duke of Cambridge still respects him as a superior.

"Listening to what you said, my nervousness has improved a lot! I hope our soldiers will not make any major mistakes in the next battle with the Russian Empire!" The Duke of Cambridge spoke a serious topic in a relaxed tone.

"What? Are you blaming me for forcibly pulling the British Army into the battlefield!" Baron Raglan was not angry at the Duke of Cambridge's words, he asked the Duke of Cambridge in a brisk tone.

"Don't dare!" The Duke of Cambridge put away his smile and responded to Baron Raglan.

"Don't worry! We won't face the Russian Empire directly in a short time!" Raglan replied to the Duke of Cambridge.

"Huh?" The Duke of Cambridge glanced at Baron Raglan suspiciously and asked, "Could it be that our army no longer has to go to Silistra?"

"Come here!" Baron Raglan beckoned from the Duke of Cambridge.

The Duke of Cambridge entered the room and closed the door.

Baron Raglan lowered his voice and told the Duke of Cambridge of his conspiracy with Canning.

After hearing Baron Raglan's conspiracy, the Duke of Cambridge looked at Baron Raglan with a hint of excitement in his eyes, and also lowered his voice and said to Baron Raglan: "Your Excellency Commander, do you know that you It's defying the government's orders!"

"I'm just doing what I think is right!" Baron Raglan showed a shrewd smile and said meaningfully: "Besides, the war with the Russian Empire doesn't have to be about temporary gains and losses! We must consider the overall situation! Since Union with the French Empire, then we must respect their opinions!"

"Yes!" The Duke of Cambridge also helped: "We must respect the opinion of the French army!"

In this way, the old and the young reached an agreement on the issue of the British army.

"But!" The Duke of Cambridge turned the conversation, shrugged his shoulders and said to Baron Raglan: "This method can only fool the people of London. My brother-in-law is not an easy fool. He has many methods. Go!"

"His Royal Highness, I hope you can take more care! I believe that His Royal Highness can understand our intentions!" Baron Raglan replied to the Duke of Cambridge.

The Duke of Cambridge shook his head at Baron Raglan and sighed, "Your Excellency, Commander, did you already think about pulling me into the water too!"

"No!" Baron Raglan shook his head in response, and then said sincerely: "If you hadn't reminded me, I'd probably have forgotten about His Royal Highness!"

The Duke of Cambridge did not believe in Baron Raglan's response.

However, he was still willing to help Baron Raglan on this issue. After all, his glory depends on this army.

……

After the gunboats dispatched by France met with the British steam-sail battleships, guided by the French gunboats, the British fleet approached the port of Varna.

After entering the port, the British fleet stopped in the middle of the port, and the boats were launched one after another, and the soldiers began to line up to disembark under the command of the officers.

Baron Raglan and his lieutenants were among the first troops to land.

The boat slid with the ripples of the oars, and Baron Raglan, who was standing on the bow, saw the two rows of guards standing at the port and the crowd in the middle of the guards through the faint starlight projected on the sea by the vast starry sky. .

"Your Excellency Commander, it seems that they came well prepared. Who is this, the information we mortgaged." The Duke of Cambridge beside Baron Raglan pointed to the figure on the pier and whispered.

Baron Raglan looked at the pier in the distance and replied indifferently, "I'm afraid there is a telegram to Rhodes Island in this camp!"

"To Rhode Island?!" The Duke of Cambridge couldn't help but exclaimed, "I didn't expect that the French army would be so rich!"

……

When the boat approached the dock, the originally dark outline gradually became clear.

It was none other than the Commander of the French Expeditionary Force, the Chief of the French General Staff, and the French Marshal Saint Arnault, and the commanders standing around him were the First Division Commander General Canrobert and the Second Division Commander Bo. General Skye, General Pelissier, commander of the 3rd Division (Guards Division), and Brigadier Generals McMahon and Bazin...

"What a big battle!" Baron Raglan muttered in a low voice.

"Yes!" The Duke of Cambridge was also surprised by the formation of the French army.

On the pier at the port, Saint Arnault, who was holding the marshal's scepter tightly in his hand, looked at the boats that were gradually approaching them, and couldn't help but said to Conrobel beside him: "Conrobel, I bet that this There is definitely a British Expeditionary Force Commander in the batch of boats!"

Gu Yan "Your Excellency Marshal, I won't bet you on this!" General Conrobel said in a teasing tone.

"Why?" Saint Arnault asked Conrobel.

"Because Baron Raglan was among them, and he was the first boat to reach us!" Conrobel said to Saint Arnaud.

"Have you met him?" Saint Arnault looked at Conrobel in surprise.

"I had a relationship with him once!" Conrobel nodded and said to Saint Arnault.

"Forget it!" Saint Arnault said angrily.

Under the watchful eyes of Saint Arnault, the first boat gradually docked at the pier where Saint Arnault was.

Because the one-armed old man jumped off the boat with a relatively young middle-aged man.

Looking at the empty arm of the old man, Marshal Saint Arno, you can know that the old man in front of him is Baron Raglan, he hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to Baron Raglan: "Welcome the British army to the port of Varna ,gentlemen!"

"Your Excellency St. Arnault, thank you very much for coming to meet us in person!" Baron Raglan stretched out his only left hand and shook hands with St. Arnault, because he did not address St. Arnault for reasons of self-esteem Nuo is a marshal, and he is called Your Excellency.

In the face of Baron Raglan's small tricks in addressing his self-esteem, Saint Arnault didn't care.

Baron Raglan and Saint Arnault held hands tightly together, which also meant that the two armies of France and Britain joined forces in Varna.

Afterwards, Saint Arnault introduced the brigadiers and generals around him to Baron Raglan one by one.

Baron Raglan shook hands with them one by one, and then introduced the Duke of Cambridge and the next group of adjutants to them.

General Saint Arnault also shook hands with them.

After getting to know each other for a short time, under the leadership of Saint Arnault, Baron Lagren walked on the concrete road soaked by melting snow (this concrete road was built after the French Empire army came over) into the French military camp.

Looking at the star-studded but scattered tents in front of him, Baron Raglan couldn't help but think of the British military camp. Compared with this military camp, the British military camp was like a pigsty.

Not to mention trash and urine everywhere, the entire military camp is full of chaos after midnight, and there will never be such a quiet scene as it is now.

Immediately, Marshal Saint Arno asked Baron Raglan if he wanted to see the tent he had prepared for the British army.

"Of course!" Lord Raglan nodded and responded to Marshal Saint Arno.

Marshal St. Arno and Baron Raglan thought about walking due west. After about 30 minutes, they finally arrived at an empty military camp.

"Look! This is the military camp we have prepared for you!" Saint Arno responded to Baron Raglan.

"Thanks to the French army for helping us!" Baron Raglan thanked Marshal St. Arnault, and then ordered his adjutants to organize the British army into the camp.

When Saint Arno and Baron Raglan returned to the French camp again, the sky had already broken.

Marshal Saint Arnault once again invited the Baron Raglan and the Duke of Cambridge to the French barracks for breakfast.

The Baron Raglan and the Duke of Cambridge did not refuse to agree to the invitation of Marshal St. Arno. Surrounded by a large group of officers, the commanders of Britain and France in the Near East entered a temporary camp made of wood. Inside. The cooks in the barracks prepared the food that the marshal said half a day in advance.

Although it is still early in the morning The tables in the camp are full of various delicacies, including foie gras and snails from France, caviar from Britain, and Haussmann Imperial's Chicken Pilaf with Almond Soup...  

When everyone was seated, the cook poured two glasses of fine red Bordeaux into everyone's glasses. Marshal Saint Arnault and Lord Raglan touched each other with wine glasses, and surrounded them. The surrounding military commanders shouted in unison.

"Cheers to His Majesty the Emperor/Her Majesty the Queen!"

For a while, the atmosphere in the whole wooden house became hot. After a glass of wine, everyone's faces were more or less rosy, and a slightly drunk feeling poured into their minds.

"Blessed by God! Let our two armies fight together against the Russian Empire here!" Baron Raglan said to Marshal Saint Arno.

"Yes!" Marshal Saint Arnault responded: "Every gentleman in the civilized world has given me responsibility and obligation to fight, this greedy polar bear! Drive them back from this sacred land. Go to your own bear den!"

"Bears!" Baron Raglan was stunned, then stood and nodded: "Yes! They are a bunch of bears, a bunch of insatiable bears! So we must cut off their bear claws and let them get out of the Near East!"

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