The artillery bombardnt, unmatched in range and intensity, lasted for about half an hour before finally ceasing. Under the fierce bombardnt of the Kingdom of Britain, the temporary artillery positions constructed by Russia offered no protection whatsoever. The dust and black gunpowder smoke filled the entire artillery position.
Nearly a hundred guns of the Russian Empire were utterly reduced to a heap of scrap tal under the vastly superior firepower of the Kingdom of Britain. The precious artilleryn of the Russian Empire also suffered heavy losses, either being directly blown to pieces by shells, having their limbs "blown" off by shockwaves, or so becoming completely deaf due to continuous explosions rupturing their eardrums.
When the smoke cleared, Pavlov imdiately realized that his artilleryn were likely all finished.
The dire situation did not stop there; due to the prolonged bombardnt by the Kingdom of Britain, the morale of the soldiers within the position was also weakened by the relentless shelling.
At this mont, Pavlov had the thought of retreating.
After all, his objective was rely to pin down the British-Turkish Army at the Joya River, and a temporary success due to a sudden attack was already a stroke of luck. Now it was ti to consider retreating.
However, Pavlov was sowhat reluctant to retreat directly. He had already advanced this far, and if he could just hold on a little longer until the main forces from Bakhchisaray arrived, he could advance to the North Shore of Sevastopol.
As long as I can hold this position!
Desire occupied Pavlov’s mind, driving away all his rationality.
At this ti, he was like a gambler, full of confidence, who had bet all his wealth along with the previously won stakes.
If he could anchor himself firmly like a nail on this position, then he could advance in rank and reach the peak of his career.
Of course, during this phase, countless soldiers would inevitably lose their lives due to his actions, but what of it?
As the saying goes, for a general to succeed, thousands perish.
Pavlov was about to pave his road to becoming a famous general with the blood of Russian soldiers.
Just when Pavlov confidently thought he could hold the position, Marshal Lagren ordered his artillery to readjust their aim, targeting the Russian Empire’s positions this ti.
He wanted the Russians on the battlefield to understand that cannons were not a product unique to Russia.
The Kingdom of Britain also possessed artillery, and the quality and precision of British artillery far surpassed theirs!
After about 10 minutes, the Brigadier General of the artillery reported to Marshal Lagren, "Your Excellency, the artillery has been completely readjusted! Ready to fire!"
"Show them your might!" Commander Lagren commanded sternly.
"Yes, sir!" The artillery Brigadier General saluted Commander Lagren and departed.
A slightly pale Marshal Lagren couldn’t help but cough violently, and Marshal Renio, standing beside him, quickly ca over to support him and gently patted Marshal Lagren’s back.
"Getting old! Getting old!" Marshal Lagren shook his head and lanted, "Back in the day, I could work for days and nights without sleep, and now I’ve only stood for a while and I’m already exhausted!"
"Ti spares no one!" Marshal Renio also sighed.
"Indeed!" Marshal Lagren nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of nostalgia, and his tone unconsciously beca somber, "When our generation is gone, few will rember that legendary era! People will only hear snippets about it in the history books..."
"Lagren, I’ve never believed that!" Marshal Renio spoke with a hint of nostalgia for the past. "I believe that legendary era will never be forgotten! It will beco a sparkling gem in our human history!"
Born at the end of the Great Revolution and growing up during the Napoleonic Empire, Marshal Renio believed that the new ideas born from the Great Revolution had quietly transford the world.
No one could erase that legendary era, and the kings and generals who erged from it would undoubtedly be rembered by history.
"Let’s hope so!" Marshal Lagren responded with a bitter smile to Marshal Renio.
"Moreover, although the legendary era has ended, it doesn’t an it won’t ever reappear! It’s people who shape the eras, and I believe that more and more will erge in the future to create legends!" Marshal Renio responded confidently to Marshal Lagren, "The future will definitely be better than the past!"
Marshal Lagren smiled and remained silent, living in the past, he slightly disagreed with what Marshal Renio said, but he was unwilling to argue.
The second round of shelling began amidst the conversation between Marshal Renio and Marshal Lagren, and the Russian Empire’s morale began to decline under the bombardnt from the Kingdom of Britain.
Nobody was willing to face the power of shells with flesh and blood, so so soldiers of the Russian Empire, leaning their bodies against sandbags, closed their eyes and began to pray.
The ticulously constructed fortifications by the Kingdom of Britain were demolished by their own hands, and the smoke rose again.
Sitting in the temporary command post, Commander Pavlov watched the bombarded positions through binoculars while praying that the forces from Bakhchisaray would arrive soon.
While Commander Pavlov anxiously awaited the arrival of reinforcents from Bakhchisaray, the adjutant he had sent to Bakhchisaray coincidentally arrived there at this ti.
The adjutant, entering the command center of Bakhchisaray, imdiately reported to Grand Duke Mikhail and his military adviser, Marshal Jomini.
"Has sothing happened at the Joya River?" Mikhail imdiately asked the adjutant.
"Your Highness, indeed, there has been a small incident!" The adjutant quickly inford Mikhail of the events at the Joya River.
A look of joy instantly appeared on Mikhail’s face, and he patted the adjutant on the shoulder, saying, "Well done!"
Jomini also showed a hint of surprise on his face; Pavlov’s actions on the Joya River were going much more smoothly than he had planned.
"Your Highness, I am here on Commander Pavlov’s order to seek your assistance. We hope you can dispatch troops to Bakhchisaray imdiately. As long as the action is swift, we can enter Sevastopol!!" the adjutant pleaded with Mikhail.
"Teacher Jomini, what do you think?" Mikhail imdiately asked Jomini for his opinion.
Jomini pondered for a mont and then said to the adjutant, "If you take the north shore of Sevastopol, how will you deal with the ships and cannons anchored in the port?"
"This..." The adjutant was clearly stumped by Jomini’s question; they indeed had no ans to deal with the cannons.
Faced with the adjutant’s silence, Marshal Jomini spoke again, "I will send you two more divisions to the Joya River to help you take Sevastopol!! However, you must hold that area firmly until the troops arrive!"
"Rest assured, we will do our utmost!" The adjutant hurriedly promised Jomini.
After the adjutant left the command center, Mikhail curiously asked Jomini if he had any way to defend against the ship cannons.
Jomini told Mikhail that he had no ans either.
But if the Russian Army could force its way onto the north shore of Sevastopol, that would also be good.
At least it could sowhat weaken the war potential of the north shore, which is better than doing nothing.
Besides, his original plan didn’t have a way to combat the naval port fleet either.
"Let’s do as you say!" Mikhail nodded and said to Marshal Jomini, "I’m a bit tired, so I’ll go back to rest now! Call when it’s ti to set out!"
Grand Duke Mikhail and Jomini did not expect that this mobilization would take them a lot of ti, causing them to miss the best ti for the attack.
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At this ti, Pavlov didn’t know that he needed to hold out for at least another 6 or 7 hours before he could receive support from Bakhchisaray.
In his mind, he needed to hold out for at most 2 hours.
At 6 p.m., when the sunset had left only the last glow of twilight, the British artillery finally ceased its bombardnt after almost an hour.
At the sa ti, under the leadership of Major General Ebel, a regint of the Highland Brigade of Britain’s forces, along with the Zuav Corps led by Major General Bazan, appeared at the foot of the mountain.
"Attack!" Largren and Renio imdiately gave orders to the adjutant beside them.
The adjutant rode to Ebes and Bazan to convey the command from the marshals.
"Attack!" Bazan and Ebes shouted loudly at the sa ti.
The Zuav Corps and the Highland Brigade began advancing toward the position of the Russian Empire.
In the temporary command post, Pavlov reflexively wanted to use artillery to annihilate these two forces, only to find that he had no artillery at his disposal.
The Zuav Corps and the Highland Brigade managed to reach the effective shooting range of the Minie Gun and Lee-Enfield Rifle without much obstruction, where they stopped and began loading ammunition.
The Russian Army on the position imdiately pulled the trigger to attack the Anglo-French Army. Due to the different rifle range between the Russian and Anglo-French troops, the Russian Army often found it difficult to hit the Anglo-French forces at the sa distance, whereas the Anglo-French troops could easily hit them.
This ti was no exception; the bullets of the Russian Empire, other than hitting a few "lucky ones" (which could also be called unlucky ones), hardly eliminated anyone.
When the Anglo-French Army was ready, they ford two to three ranks on the commander’s orders.
"Fire!" The commander gave the shooting order to the Anglo-French soldiers.
The Anglo-French troops almost pulled the trigger in unison; gunshots echoed, and wails resounded from the Russian Empire’s lines.
Using the rifles with a range far superior to those of the Russian Empire, England, and France eliminated over a hundred enemies in the first round of firing. The Russian Empire soldiers who remained on the position, seeing the precise shooting of the Highland Brigade and the Zuav Corps, trembled even more.
"Quick! Quickly order them to shoot! Do not let them co up!" Pavlov, seeing the Russian soldiers who did not dare to show themselves on the position, erupted with fury and hastily ordered the adjutant.
"Yes!" The adjutant saluted Pavlov and imdiately ran towards the position.
However, he was sowhat unlucky. When the adjutant reached the vicinity of the position, a bullet happened to hit his head, and he fell to the ground.
The Russian Empire soldiers were even more terrified of the Highland Brigade and Zuav Corps, who managed to reach the vicinity of the position with little obstruction.
The Highland Brigade and Zuav Corps quickly entered the position and engaged in close-quarters combat with the soldiers of the Russian Empire.
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