Chapter 633： Disappointed Gorchakov

When Jérôme Bonaparte once again received a letter from Augusta from Paris, he made up his mind to continue his show work without interfering with the military deployment of the General Staff of the Expeditionary Force.

Occasionally, he will also put forward some ideas of his own, such as: erecting a railroad track near the port of Kamish and Sevastopol to make the traffic on both sides more convenient; dispatching naval forces to bombard the Odessa area; Abolish serfdom in Crimea; the army also has to create its own internal newspaper for the military to circulate...

In order to make their boss look better in face, the General Staff Department made some modifications to a small part of Jerome Bonaparte's plan and then implemented it.

The small railway from the port of Kamish to Sevastopol was officially included in the plans of the General Staff.

The serfs in the Sevastopol region were also abolished by France as liberators. Some Slavs cheered and others were confused.

In this way, Jerome Bonaparte and the General Staff Department performed their respective duties, and the entire General Staff Department did not fall into chaos at the command level because of the arrival of Jerome Bonaparte.

The three kingdoms of England and Tusa also breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that the French General Staff was still orderly building fortifications and inspecting troops.

The entire coalition force is still advancing according to the original plan.

However, the Russian Imperial Army in the fortress by the Perekop Strait, more than 100 kilometers away from Sevastopol, is not as comfortable as the coalition forces. He has served as the commander-in-chief of the Russian Imperial Front for nearly three months. Gorchakov was sitting in a chair looking sadly at the list of supplies in his hand.

On the opposite side are the bureaucrats in the capital of Odessa who are in charge of escorting logistics. At this time, the Odessa bureaucracy also showed an impatient look on the same face. He clearly did not belong to the Russian Imperial Army, but he wanted to look like He was punished like a soldier, which is simply an insult to him.

Time passed by a minute and a second, and the long wait finally made the Odessa bureaucrat lose his patience. Attached to the capital of Odessa, he was fearless to the commander-in-chief of the Crimean Front Gorchakov. Said: "Your Excellency Commander Gorchakov, can you please sign the list sooner! I have to take these things back to Odessa to return for my life!"

"Signature?" The blue veins on Commander Gorchakov's forehead suddenly burst out. He gritted his teeth and yelled at the bureaucrat in front of him: "The materials and personnel you provided don't even have half of what I asked for! Just talk about it. , how do you ask me to sign!"

"Your Excellency Commander, as far as the supplies you are holding, we in Odessa have already taught you the materials from the gaps between our teeth! It's not easy for us in Odessa! Just be considerate of us. Come on! We can't let us hand over our rations to you!" The Odessa bureaucrat, who knew he was wrong, weakened slightly, lowered his body and quibble with Gorchakov.

"Understand you?" Gorchakov snorted coldly, sneering at the corner of his mouth and cursing at the bureaucrats in front of him: "I forgive you, who will forgive me! My army is about to go to the front line, look at your paragraph How much food has been shipped in total in time! My subordinates have 260,000 people, not 20,000! Who are you fooling with this food?

You Odessa are the most important granary in the entire southern line, and now you provide such a little food! "

"Your Excellency Commander, our Odessa is indeed an important granary for the entire south, but we also supply more than your Crimean Front!" Odessa bureaucrats complained bitterly: "The Russian Empire in Bessarabia Province The army needs our supply, and the Russian army in the Caucasus also needs our supply..."

"Okay! I don't want to hear you say this, I just want to know one thing! Can you make up for the supplies you owe me next time!" Gorchakov waved to Odessa the bureaucracy asked.

"Your Excellency Commander, I'm afraid this is difficult!" The Odessa bureaucrat shook his head and replied to Gorchakov, and then added: "However, we will do our best..."

"How big is the biggest possibility!" Gorchakov slapped the table fiercely and asked in a loud voice, "70%? 80%? 90%!"

"We do our best!" The Odessa bureaucracy continued to practice Tai Chi to Gorchakov.

"Go away with your list!" Gorchakov threw the list out of his hand.

The unbound list was scattered in the air and landed in every corner of the room.

The Odessa bureaucrats had to bend over to pick up all the lists scattered on the ground, and simply organize them.

After all the lists were collected, the Odessa bureaucrats bowed to Gorchakov again: "Your Excellency Commander, since you are not willing to sign your name on the list, I will not stop you, but I will report your actions just now to my superiors."

"You are threatening me!" Gorchakov stared at the Odessa bureaucrat in front of him with violent eyes, as if he was about to explode in the next second and ordered his subordinates to shoot him.

"Your Excellency Commander, this is not a threat!" The Odessa bureaucracy also responded without fear: "I'm just talking about the matter!"

"Get out!" Gorchakov pointed to the door and yelled loudly, "You are not welcome here!"

The Odessa bureaucrat did not speak, he bowed to Gorchakov again, and left the room, closing the door for Gorchakov by the way.

After a while, Gorchakov gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the desk, and he yelled, "This group of pigs! Offal... They thought they didn't know what they were doing in the Odessa area. Unexpectedly, what supplies Bessarabia and the Caucasus, I think they are all transported into their pockets! They are all greedy for your majesty's food, these damned traitors, I must use a rope to your majesty. They were all hanged!"

As Gorchakov's mood seemed to grow louder and louder, these curses did not extinguish the fire in Gorchakov's heart, but made the anger in his heart grow stronger and stronger. Gorchakov got up and paced back and forth in the office, his body sweating profusely from anger.

Gorchakov, who was unable to vent his anger, scanned the room with his eyes, hoping to find something to vent.

Soon, Gorchakov saw two wine glasses and a bottle of unopened wine placed on the windowsill next to the desk near the wall. Throwing the glass/bottle is undoubtedly an excellent means of venting. .

So, he hurried to the window sill and reached out to hold a wine glass in his hand and raised it above his head.

Just when Gorchakov wanted to vent his inner anxiety by throwing the cup, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Gorchakov asked loudly subconsciously.

"Your Excellency Commander, it's me, Ivanov Gorchakov!" The person who spoke was a staff officer under Gorchakov's command and also a nephew of Gorchakov in the distance.

Always remember that Commander Gorchakov, who is gentle and refined in front of his subordinates, can only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart, put the wine glass in his hand back to its original position, and take a deep breath to calm down the restless mood in his eyes. Afterwards, he sat back on the commander's seat and said to Ivanov's staff outside the room, "Come in!"

The door opened slowly, and Ivanov Gorchakov entered the room. He first gave a military salute like Commander Gorchakov, and then replied to Gorchakov, "Your Excellency Commander. , I have completely counted the number of non-combat attritions in the Russian Empire in the past two weeks that you asked me to count! Please accept it!"

After speaking, Ivanov Gorchakov strode to the front of Commander Gorchakov and respectfully placed a document on Gorchakov's desk.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Gorchakov looked at Ivanov Gorchakov with a smile. He saw the sweat and dry lips on Ivankov Gorchakov's forehead, and pointed to Pointing to the wine placed on the windowsill, he said, "If you don't dislike it, you can open it and drink it!"

"Then I'm welcome!" Ivanov Gorchakov's face showed joy. Due to the delayed supply of supplies, Ivanov Gorchakov had not tasted wine for a long time. the taste of.

He quickly came to the window sill, unscrewed the bottle of wine, and poured a glass of wine each for himself and Commander Gorchakov.

Just when Ivanov Gorchakov was about to hold two glasses of wine in his hands, Gorchakov's indignation reached Ivanov Gorchako with a surprised voice. In the husband's ear, "What the **** is going on? Why are there so many non-combat attritions in our army in the past two weeks!"

It turned out that in the report submitted by Ivanov Gorchakov to Gorchakov, the number of non-combat attritions of the Russian Imperial Army in the past two weeks alone has soared to nearly 5,000 people, and the death toll is even more than 1,000 people. .

"Your Majesty, it's already August!" Ivanov Gorchakov turned his head and reminded: "August is a period of disease outbreaks, and our army is now short of medical supplies and medical care. Many of the wounded had to be squeezed into one hospital bed, and cholera casualties have appeared in some medical stations!"

After that, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Ivanov Gorchakov drank all the wine in the glass.

"Cholera!" Gorchakov had a solemn expression on his face. He understood the damage cholera caused to the army, and the entire army would lie down before it could be dispatched: "How is the cholera wounded now?"

"The cholera victim has been treated by Dr. Nikolai Pirogor. He suggested that we should divert cholera patients from ordinary patients!" Ivanov Gorchakov told Gorchako Commander Fu responded: "I agreed to his request!"

"And then?" Commander Gorchakov asked Ivanov Gorchakov again.

"It will take a few days to see the effect!" Ivanov Gorchakov paused and asked, "Your Excellency Commander, please be blunt, are you really planning to launch an attack in the near future?"

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