Chapter 695： Break the line of defense

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

With a shout coming from his ear, Jerome Bonaparte slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and he saw Trochu standing beside the marching bed.

So, he yawned and asked lazily, "What happened?"

"Your Majesty, the bombardment time you specified has come! Are we going to launch an attack on Bakhchisarai now!" Brigadier General Trosch responded quickly.

"Four hours so soon??" Jerome Bonaparte slightly widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

He remembered that he had just fallen asleep not long ago!

"Your Majesty, look!" Major General Trosch hurriedly handed a pocket watch to Jerome Bonaparte.

When Jerome Bonaparte glanced at his pocket watch, it was already around 11:15, and 15 minutes had passed since the 4-hour bombardment he had stipulated.

And the sound of the artillery outside the window still did not stop. Jerome Bonaparte asked again: "Are our artillery still attacking?"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Brigadier General Trosch nodded and replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Go! Go to the front!" Jerome Bonaparte quickly got up from the camp bed, walked to the hanger, put the Naparte hat hanging on the hanger on top of his head, and left, Trosch saw it. Afterwards, go together.

After about 10 minutes, Jérôme Bonaparte appeared at the headquarters of the 3rd Division on the front line of Bakhchisaray.

"Spyglass!" Jerome Bonaparte, who had just entered the headquarters, had not waited for the staff of the headquarters to salute La, before he immediately stretched out his hand and said briefly to a staff officer beside him.

"Yes!" The staff officer quickly agreed, and then handed the telescope into the hands of Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte, who looked through the telescope, observed the situation of the entire Bakhchisaray position in a bunker near the headquarters. The French Empire was nearly destroyed by concentrated fire for nearly four hours.

Now the entire defensive position is full of stones and dust. I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what. Jerome Bonaparte, who observed the bastions in the distance through a telescope, could even vaguely hear the blasted stones in the distance. Moaning from below.

Looking at the scene of the ruins in front of him, Jerome Bonaparte showed a satisfied smile on his face. This time the shelling had obviously met his expectations.

So Jerome Bonaparte gave Trosch another order, "Stop the artillery for a while!"

Major General Trosch immediately took orders to leave, and after 10 minutes, the shelling stopped abruptly.

After a while, Trosch returned to the headquarters, and on behalf of the 2nd Division Bosquet asked Jerome Bonaparte whether it was necessary to send troops to attack the defensive positions outside Bakhchisaray!

After all, the bombarded Russian army had the weakest combat consciousness.

"No hurry!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, then asked Major General Trosch: "By the way, when is the meal time in the Russian Empire?"

"It's about 12:30-1:00!" Major General Trosch replied immediately.

"12:30...12:30..." Jerome Bonaparte murmured a few words, then walked back and forth with his head down, suddenly he stopped and gave an order to Major General Trosch beside him Said: "Order the ministries to start cooking!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Major General Trosch responded quickly, then quickly left the headquarters.

When Major General Trosch walked out of the headquarters, he sighed cautiously.

Obviously now is the best time to attack, but the emperor did not choose to take the opportunity to attack, and let them cook.

This is not simply a waste of their cannonballs!

However, there is no way anyone can make someone the emperor?

Major General Trosch, who had some regrets about missing the fighter plane, conveyed Jerome Bonaparte's order to the officers below, and the officers also conveyed the news to the soldiers at the bottom.

Before long, wisps of cooking smoke appeared in the French barracks.

After seeing the smoke rising from the French military camp, the Count of Sacken in Bakhchisaray finally let go of his hanging heart.

He thought that the French army would take the opportunity to attack, but he did not expect that the French army would choose to eat with one hand.

This is simply God bless the Russian army!

As a result, the Count of Sacken, who has the style of a keyboard warrior of later generations, immediately put on a curious expression and said to the adjutant and staff next to him, "Look, I have already said that the French army does not dare to attack at all! The bastions built by our Russian Empire are simply invincible!

Now the staff and adjutants next to Earl Sacken have to praise Earl Sacken for his foresight!

"Okay! Since France won't attack in a short period of time, then the troops will still eat at the time specified before!" Count Sackon gave an order to the adjutant beside him.

After hesitating for a moment, the adjutant who received the order carefully asked the Count of Sacken if they should be a little more cautious, in case this is a French trap!

"Traps? What traps can they have!" Count Sackern showed a disdainful look on his face, and then still insisted on ordering his troops to strictly enforce the meal time.

At about 12:00, plumes of cooking smoke also appeared in the positions of the Russian Empire.

Around 12:30, the Russian soldiers on the outskirts of Bakhchisarai began to lay down their weapons one after another to eat.

At 12:40, soldiers from two Zhuav regiments dived into the trenches and bastions while the Russian soldiers outside Bakhchisaray were dining.

The Russian soldiers who were eating were stunned when they saw the French soldiers suddenly appearing in front of them.

Except for a few Russian soldiers who responded quickly, the vast majority of other Russian soldiers were all dogged by the Zhuav regiment.

"Kill!" The Zhuav regiment who jumped into the ditch shouted, and started to fight with the soldiers of the Russian Empire.

Immediately afterwards, more and more soldiers followed the Zhuav regiment into the trenches and bastions.

The battle started completely at the most relaxed moment in Russia. After a while, the soldiers of the Russian Empire in the first line of defense began to retreat to the second line of defense like a tide.

The Russian soldiers stationed in the second line of defense had the first line of defense as a buffer, so they immediately put down the hard black bread in their hands and picked up the musket at hand to try to attack France. fight back.

However, before they began to point their guns at the French army, they saw the Russian soldiers in the first line of defense desperately retreating in their direction. Their hearts also collapsed, and some soldiers began to suspect Should you surrender yourself.

However, most of the Russian soldiers still chose to resist the French attack.

At this moment, the French army in the distance immediately sent a broken Russian, "Don't kill your guns! Your parents are still waiting for you to return safely!"

Although this Russian sentence is very lame, it is indeed fatal to the morale of the Russian army.

After hearing this sentence, the soldiers who originally wanted to resist the Russians subconsciously thought of their parents, and the will to resist was instantly disintegrated.

Subsequently, the French army occupied the second line of defense in one go.

After Alexander II carefully arranged the two lines of defense to be captured by the French army with ingenious means, the French army did not attack the third line of defense again (mainly, the third line of defense not only has bastions, but also mounds, parapets, It is really difficult to attack), but stopped to wipe out the Russian troops in the two lines of defense.

Standing on the heights of Bakhchisaray City, Count Sakern saw that the two defense lines outside Bakhchisaray were easily broken by France, and his calm face instantly fell into confusion and fear.

He never thought that he would lose two positions in a row in just one hour.

A day earlier, the Count of Sacken had patted his chest and assured Commander Gorchakov, who had appointed him, that UU read www. uukanshu.com will surely keep the French army firmly behind the two lines of defense and gain enough preparation time for Simferopol.

Unexpectedly, it took less than an hour for France to point Bingfeng to the city.

"Counterattack! Hurry up and organize a counterattack!" Earl Sacken roared at the adjutant and staff next to him.

Upon seeing this, the adjutant and the staff hurriedly conveyed Sackon's order on horseback to the commander of the third and last line of defense.

The commander stationed in the third line of defense also knew the consequences of Franchilov's occupation of the first and second lines of defense. He quickly organized manpower to launch a counterattack against the French troops in the first and second lines of defense.

The platoon of artillery in the third line of defense began to launch a counterattack against the French army, which caught the French army who had just experienced a deportation battle by surprise, and a small number of soldiers began to spread out in fear.

The second line of defense is in a precarious situation. If the Russian troops in the third line of defense can take advantage of the uneasy situation of the French army and launch an attack, then they are likely to expel France from the second line of defense.

As for the first line of defense... Since the line of defense itself is exposed within the range of the French artillery, even if the French army withdraws from the first line of defense, it is also difficult for the Russian Empire to be in the first line of defense?

Fortunately, the French army has one of the best officers in the world. Under the command of the officers, the shaky military heart began to gradually stabilize.

After firing several rounds of platoons, the Russian troops on the third line of defense ordered their soldiers to start attacking the French troops on the second line of defense.

The muskets and rifles shot at each other at a distance of more than 100 meters.