Chapter 634： Alexander II arriving in Crimea

"Your Majesty, are you really going to launch an attack in the near future?"

Ivanov Gorchakov's question made Gorchakov feel annoyed again.

Of course, he knew that it was a very irrational thing to launch a full-scale attack on Sevastopol when the army was caught in the epidemic, not to mention that the logistics materials of the current Russian Imperial Army were still in a stage of insufficient supply.

If the Russian Empire can successfully capture Sevastopol, it will be fine. Once the Russian Empire falls, the morale of the imperial army will plummet.

There is a saying that if the army is defeated like a mountain, Gorchakov will probably follow in the footsteps of Menshkov... No, it will even end up with a lower evaluation than Prince Menshkov.

After all, Prince Menshkov faced a coalition army that was several times their size, so even if he lost, it would not be too embarrassing.

And the troops in Gorchakov's hands are all the elites of the entire southern front.

If this were to lose, Gorchakov had a hard time imagining that the southern front of the empire would collapse.

But if you don't attack Sevastopol, Emperor Nicholas I is also not easy to explain.

Since the beginning of August, the Ministry of War has sent people to send letters every few days, urging Gorchakov to quickly prepare an offensive plan.

Gorchakov understood that most of these urging letters were orders issued by Nicholas I to Gorchakov in the name of the Ministry of War.

This also means that Commander Gorchakov had to bite the bullet and execute it.

Thinking of this, Commander Gorchakov's heart began to become melancholy: "Ivanov, tell me what we should do if we don't carry out the order of the Ministry of War?"

"Your Majesty, in my personal opinion! The top priority should be to prepare winter coats, and then order the troops to advance to Yevpatoria! After occupying Yevpatoria, after occupying Yevpato After Ria, we will march to Sevastopol again!" Ivankov Gorchakov said to Commander Gorchakov, and then said indignantly: "Anyone with a little common sense knows that Kr. The temperature of the peninsula will be cool in September! If we attack now, we are bound to meet the first cold snap on the way!

What should we do by then? I really don't know what's going on in the head of the War Department! Can't those gentlemen come to the front to see?

Attacking Sevastopol at this time? Do they want our troops to fight against the British and French armies in thin coats? "

Ivankov. Gorchakov's speech is exactly what Gorchakov wanted to say but couldn't, because he knew that the Ministry of War itself was also unwilling to fight at this time, and behind them was the monarch Nikolai A generation.

If he did not go to war, then Nicholas I would doubt whether Gorchakov colluded with Crown Prince Alexander II and War Minister Dolgorukov to maliciously resist his policies.

For Gorchakov, whether he himself was deposed by Nicholas I or exiled was not a big problem.

Anyway, he is almost sixty years old, and he has enough to live.

If Crown Prince Alexander is implicated, then Gorchakov himself will be blamed for his death.

The current Russian Empire needs a change, and Nicholas I obviously cannot lead this change, so the leader of the change will only be Crown Prince Alexander.

Gorchakov, who loves the Russian Empire far more than his own life (of course, should be greedy) must not let Crown Prince Alexander suffer.

"Major Ivanov!" Gorchakov frowned and yelled at Ivanov Gorchakov: "Who allowed you to really wantonly comment on your superiors!"

"Your Excellency Commander, this is originally a nonsense of the Ministry of War!" Ivanov Gorchakov obviously did not know the inside story of the Ministry of War, he was full of thinking that Nicholas I did not know about this matter: "As long as you will Report this matter to His Majesty Nicholas I, I do not believe that the War Department can continue to urge you!"

"Humph!" Gorchakov responded coldly: "If it's just an order from the Ministry of War, then it's better!"

"You mean..." Ivanov Gorchakov said to Gorchakov in a longer tone.

"It's better that you don't know some things!" Gorchakov didn't seem to say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.

"Your Majesty, what is it for?" Ivanov Gorchakov's voice trembled slightly: "We obviously have a large enough territory, and we can completely drag them down with the advantage of our territory! They lead by the nose, is Sevastopol more important than Moscow? We abandoned Moscow in the first place!"

"Enough! Don't say more!" Gorchakov snarled sharply: "We are soldiers, and our mission is to obey the will of the monarch! Do the last drop of blood for the monarch, look at your current state, it is still considered A good soldier? Are you so afraid of death?"

"Uncle, I'm not afraid of sacrifice!" Ivanov Gorchakov retorted: "But I hope my sacrifice can be meaningful, (Ivanov Gorchakov shakes his head) I really I don't know why our monarch is so eager to take Sevastopol!

Couldn't he just wait any longer? Do you have to let us attack against the wind, snow and cold? "

"Major Ivanov!" Gorchakov slapped the table heavily and said to Ivanov Gorchakov: "Your position is just an ordinary staff officer in the Russian army, your The task is to complete the task I gave you! You can ignore the rest, and you are not qualified to do so, do you understand?"

Major Ivanov Gorchakov, who was criticized and educated by Gorchakov, responded in a low tone: "Got it! Your Excellency Commander Gorchakov!"

"Okay! Just continue to follow up with the hospital! Let me handle the rest!" Gorchakov waved his hand and ordered Ivanov Gorchakov.

"Yes!" Ivanov Gorchakov responded weakly, then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Before Ivanov Gorchakov could reach the gate, Commander Gorchakov's voice reached Ivanov Gorchakov's ear.

"Your Excellency Commander, what's the matter?" Ivanov Gorchakov turned around and asked Commander Gorchakov with a blank face.

"The wine on the windowsill, take it away!" Commander Gorchakov pointed to the wine and said to Ivanov Gorchakov, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"This is what I should do!" Ivanov Gorchakov forced a smile on his face, and took three steps to the windowsill and took the wine in his hand.

"Take your wine and go!" Commander Gorchakov waved and ordered Ivanov Gorchakov to leave.

Not long after Ivanov Gorchakov left, Gorchakov's face was full of sadness again. He once again glanced at the list of non-combat attritions in his hand, wondering whether this news should be reported or not. Delivery to St. Petersburg.

After about 5 minutes, Gorchakov put the list in his hand in the drawer.

It's better not to tell St. Petersburg about this kind of thing. Even if you tell them, it will only add insult to injury.

Emperor Nicholas I did not understand the difficulties of the front-line troops at all, he would only keep on supervising the promotion army.

Just as Commander Gorchakov was about to leave the room for a walk, there was another knock on the door.

well! I don't know what the bad news is this time!

Gorchakov sighed, then sat down again and said to the outside of the room, "Come in!"

The door opened, and an adjutant hurried in.

"What's wrong?" Commander Gorchakov looked at the adjutant suspiciously.

"Your Excellency Commander!" The adjutant swallowed and replied to Gorchakov: "His Majesty's envoy is here!"

"What's there to panic about!" Commander Gorchakov shrugged his shoulders and responded to the adjutant, "Wouldn't it be enough to let the special envoy come in?"

"Your Majesty, this special envoy needs to be greeted by you personally!" the adjutant said to Gorchakov.

"Do you need me to meet him in person?" Gorchakov was even more puzzled. He didn't know what kind of special envoy would allow him to personally meet him: "Is the special envoy a relative of His Majesty the Emperor?"

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" The adjutant didn't give a shit, he hurriedly told Gorchakov.

"What?" After hearing the news of the arrival of the crown prince, Gorchakov's pupils dilated slightly, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Where is the crown prince now??"

"Your Excellency, the town on the other side of the river (Crimea)!" the adjutant said to Gorchakov.

"Why are you still standing there! Take me to see the crown prince!" Commander Gorchakov quickly got up and walked outside.

The adjutant and Gorchakov who left the fortress led a group of Cossack cavalry to the north, and soon came to the front of a marching bridge. After crossing a marching bridge, they came to the territory of Ukraine.

"How long will we go?" Gorchakov, who was riding on a horse, asked the adjutant.

"Your Majesty, go forward about 10 versts, and you will arrive at a small town, where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will stop!" The adjutant responded to Gorchakov, pointing to the distance. .

[ps: verst: a Russian-made unit of length, 1 verst = 500 sand ropes ≈ 1.0668 kilometers. 】

Gorchakov and the adjutant continued to move forward. After a stick of incense, the town appeared in front of Gorchakov and others.

The few people who stepped into the town on horseback received the attention of the residents of the town as soon as they entered, and many residents looked at this group of uninvited guests with curiosity.

"Where should we go now?" Gorchakov asked the adjutant.

"Follow me!" The adjutant, Gorchakov and others headed towards the direction of the only tavern in the town.

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