Chapter 513： Russian town under special military operation

At this time when the beginning of summer has passed Xiaoman, a sudden sun shower broke the sultry weather that lasted for a long time in the small town of Yevpatoria on the Crimea peninsula.

The light rain drizzled down the soil of the small town of Yevpatoria, making the soil that was dry like sand and gravel become wet and slippery. If you step on it gently with leather boots, you can clearly see that your feet are sinking into the mud. The whole process of the ground, if you pull hard, you can hear the sound of "squeak", and a few drops of muddy water are brought out of the mud pit by the leather boots and splashed on the trousers and boots. The originally hot air has become moist now, and the round of poisonous sun hanging in the sky has softened a lot.

Looking at the small town of Yevpatoria under the drizzle, there is a green scene everywhere. In the fields outside the town, potato sprouts grow vigorously in the rain-moistened fields.

However, for the free people living here, the transition between spring and summer is undoubtedly the most difficult, because they still need to wait three to four months before they can experience the joy of the harvest.

During this time, the freedmen in the small town of Yevpatoria could only use the rations they had stored in the previous year to get by.

Of course, this is only for some slightly poor freedmen, for the wealthy rich peasants in the town, or for the small nobles who hold part of the fields and serfs, this season is often the best time. You can use the surplus assets on hand to buy small fields in the hands of some bankrupt freedmen, or even make a freedman become a serf again.

However, after the free people in the small town of Yevpatoria could not afford the high taxes of the Russian Empire, they often sold their fields at a low price and then acted as members of the Vulture Palace together with the Tatars. It's a horse bandit.

However... no matter whether it is a serf, a freedman, or a rich peasant or a small noble, a sudden disaster is about to befall this town.

When the pendulum clock hanging on the town church reached 4 pm, several warships appeared on the sea off the town of Yevpatoria, and they were heading towards Yevpato at a very fast speed. The town of Ria is close.

After the sailors in charge of guarding the observation tower saw such a large number of fleets on the sea through the telescope, he thought it was the Russian Empire's support fleet. It was the French Empire tricolor (the sailor didn't know which country the tricolor represented, he just thought the flag was different from the Russian Empire), and his face immediately changed from joy to panic.

The sailors hurriedly ran from the lookout to the town, shouting loudly: "Not good! Not good!"

The residents of the town who live and work in peace and contentment have curious eyes on their faces after hearing the sailor shouting. They don't understand why the sailor is so panicked.

Just when the sailors were at a loss, the mayor of Yevpatoria, the town's military commander (the head of the militia group), the chief of customs and the commander of epidemic prevention and control, Nikolai Ivanovich Kasinache. Yev came to the sailor with an umbrella and asked, "What's wrong?"

As the most famous and powerful country noble in the area, the white-haired Kasinacheev is the pinnacle of the whole town.

When the sailor saw Mayor Kasinacheev, his flustered heart was relieved a lot, and he hurriedly told the mayor what he saw at the observation deck.

After hearing the sailor's words, the mayor of Kasinacheev also showed a solemn expression on his face, "Please describe to me carefully what color flags are hanging on the warship!"

After thinking for a moment, the sailor reported to Kasinacheev: "I remember that the flag has three colors: blue, white, and red!"

After hearing the colors of the flag described by the sailors, the mayor of Kasinacheev felt a lot of peace of mind.

The flag of the warship described by the sailors is obviously the tricolor of the French Empire, as long as it is not the flag of the Ottoman Empire, everything is fine.

If it is the flag of the Ottoman Empire, then their small town will probably face a vendetta.

No one knows the brutality of the Turks better than Mayor Kasinacheev. When Mayor Kasinacheev was young, he was also a member of the Russian Imperial Army.

At that time, under the orders of the great Emperor Alexander, he fought with the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire.

In his opinion, the battle with the French Empire army is still a gentleman's battle, and the French Empire army maintains a policy of not following the torture and killing of prisoners in the treatment of prisoners.

And one of the favorite things the Ottoman Empire liked to do after defeating the Russian Empire was to wantonly massacre the wounded who were forced to stay in place.

Even massacres were carried out on their own turf.

"Fortunately! Fortunately!" Mayor Kasinacheev muttered to himself in relief.

"Mayor! Are the Turks calling!" The anxious voice of the sailor reached the ears of Mayor Kasinacheev.

Kasinacheev calmed down and shook his head at the sailors, and then responded loudly: "Everyone, please rest assured! This is a fleet from a civilized country!"

The words of Mayor Kasinacheev made the residents of the town a little more settled.

"Father, what should we do now?" The man standing beside Kasinacheev holding an umbrella for him, his son, who is also the adjutant of the mayor of the whole town Kasinacheyev, holds an umbrella in his hand. Holding a militia force of more than 100 people, he lowered his voice and proposed to Kasinacheev: "Should we report to Prince Menshkov on Alma's side!"

"Stupid!" Kasinacheev glared at his son fiercely, "You are really not afraid that they will bring you to justice if you go to tip off at this time!"

After hearing Kasinacheev's reprimand, the son of Kasinacheev shrank his neck subconsciously and said, "Don't tell me, they are a civilized army!"

"No matter how civilized you are, you won't let you tip off!" Kasinacheev said with hatred: "Take your mind and think about it, what they are saying is that it is also an enemy of the Russian Empire, and treats ventilation. The messenger will not be merciful!"

"Then what should we do now? Just wait like this?" Kasinacheev's son asked his learned father again.

"What else can I do! Take your people and go to the dock!" Kasinacheev reluctantly ordered his son.

"Hey!" Kasinacheev's son pleaded in horror: "Father, those troops under my command can't beat them at all!"

"Who told you to fight them! I asked you to gather the troops in your hands and meet them! Only in this way can I convince them that we do not want to fight against them! Do you understand?" Kasinacheev said to reprimanded his son.

"Oh!" Kasinacheev's son nodded with a vague understanding, and then asked worriedly: "Father, will those troops steal our family's property!"

As the richest person in the town of Yevpatoria, Kasinacheev has accumulated tens of thousands of francs in twenty years by virtue of his position.

"It's like breaking the bank and avoiding disaster!" Kasinacheev showed a painful expression on his face.

In fact, as his son said, although France is a civilized army, this civilization is only limited to not killing people. It is a daily operation to **** the property of a small town.

"Yes!" Kasinacheev's son responded.

...

When two ironclads and three troop carriers were about to mortgage the port of Yevpatoria, the observation level on the ironclad saw the pier through the telescope and saw Kasinacheev on the pier.

At this time, Kasinacheev was holding a white flag in his left hand and a tricolor flag covered with dust in his right hand, as if he was maintaining the appearance of the president of the association, causing the level on the observation deck to laugh.

After the laughter was over, the sailors on the watchtower informed the captain of the ironclad deck of the town.

The captain immediately reported the situation to Commodore McMahon inside the ironclad.

"The small town of Yevpatoria has surrendered?" Commodore McMahon asked the captain indifferently.

"That's right!" the captain responded to Commodore McMahon.

"Then appoint someone to communicate with them!" Brigadier General McMahon shook his head and sighed. He knew that this town probably didn't have the regular army of the Russian Empire.

Thinking of the exhausting mobilization work here, and finally getting such a result, Brigadier General McMahon felt a little irritable.

In this way, under the order of Brigadier General McMahon, the ironclad and the troop carrier were parked in an area less than 100 meters away from the port, and a steam speedboat was released from the ironclad ship. The person in charge of the negotiation took the speedboat.

When the speedboat arrived at the dock, Kasinacheev hurriedly stepped forward to greet the guests.

"Welcome to the arrival of the French Imperial Army in the town of Yevpatoria I am the mayor of the town, Kasinacheev!" Kasinacheev introduced himself to the representative.

"My representative of Brigadier General McMahon! Now I officially inform you that your town has been occupied by us! If you want to resist, then the consequences will be borne by you!" The negotiator greeted Casey first. Nacheyev said: "On the contrary, if you are willing to cooperate with us, we can guarantee the safety of life and property of everyone in your town!"

"Yes! Yes! Our town is willing to cooperate with the French Empire army!" Kasinacheev quickly responded.

"Very good! I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the next period of time!" The negotiator extended his hand to Kasinacheev.

"Happy cooperation! Happy cooperation!" Kasinacheev said with a flattering smile

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