After the time came at noon, the war on the Balaclava front had reached its peak. The soldiers of the two armies exchanged fires everywhere. The roar of gunfire overwhelmed some noises, and there was a choking smell of gunpowder and blood everywhere. .

However, although the war became more and more intense and the casualties between the two armies became increasingly serious, it became more mediocre in the sense of combat. There were no more exciting moments of life and death. Instead, it was more like two swordsmen who were already covered in wounds attacking each other with all their might, competing for who would have captured earlier because of exhaustion.

Because the Russian army's powerful offensive has been stopped by the British army, their powerful cavalry assault had to return in vain in front of the British positions. Therefore, the plan to rely on powerful assault forces to seize the advantage of the battlefield in one fell swoop and defeat the British front has completely disappeared. The Russian army had to slow down the offensive and instead engage in positional battles with the British army. The originally passionate attack had to be replaced by dull consumption.

If it were simply a battle between the British and Russian armies, this war of attrition would have become an unbearable situation for the British army. After all, their strength was not as strong as the Russian army, but now the situation is different, because the French team has already reinforced, and the British and French armies can make it difficult for the Russian army to withstand the casualties caused by the attack.

To be cautious, Marshal Treville, who had already brought the French troops to the edge of the front line, did not rashly bring his troops into the battle. He took his adjutant, Lieutenant George Delièon, to the tent of the British commander Marshal Lagren, and asked him about the current situation on the battlefield so that the two armies could carry out coordinated combat. He also wanted to use this method to give some morale incentives to the British team, who had been fighting hard for a long time.

George, who received the orders of Marshal Treville, certainly did not dare to neglect. He rode his horse along the path and rushed towards Balaclava in depth. Because the British army had transferred all the troops in the rear to the front line at this time, his road ahead was unobstructed and he soon arrived at the edge of the front line.

The first thing he came into contact with was the French troops who had already camped here yesterday. After finding out his identity, the French soldiers stationed in the garrison led him to the command post of their brigade commander Major Lucien Le Fleir.

"George!" After seeing George, Lucien was happy and opened his arms directly to him, holding his shoulders, "What a good news is your arrival!"

Of course, Lucien was not only happy because of George's arrival. He knew that George was the adjutant of the Commander-in-Chief. His arrival meant that the commander-in-chief of the French army was already in front of him, which means that the army led by the Commander-in-Chief had arrived near the battlefield and was about to be put into battle.

When the war reached such a fierce situation, this is certainly a good news that cannot be better.

"I am very happy to see you, sir! I am here to convey the commander-in-chief's order to you. He decided to launch an attack on the Russian army immediately next, so he hopes that your troops will prepare immediately and launch an attack on the region as soon as they receive his next order." George saluted Lucien, and then quickly conveyed the commander-in-chief's order to him. "In addition, the commander-in-chief hopes that you can send someone to escort me to Marshal Lagren as soon as possible. He needs to coordinate the next deployment with Marshal Lagren."

Although Colonel Lucien Le Fleir is his brother-in-law and a person he is very close to, it is now a battlefield, so George chose to call him in the form of a soldier.

"We have been preparing since last night and can be put into the offense at any time." Lucien replied immediately, "Now we are just waiting for the Commander-in-Chief to point out the direction of the offensive for us, and we will do our best to achieve his order. In addition, I am very glad that I was just staying next to Marshal Lagren last evening, and I can guide you."

"Thank you, sir!" The young George straightened his waist.

"You've really grown up, George." With a smile of relief and joy, Lucien solemnly patted him. "Full your mission and don't let the Commander-in-Chief down and us."

"Yes!" George responded loudly again, then turned around and left the simple command post.

In order to lead him, Lucien arranged for him a commissar beside him, and asked the commissar to lead him to the command post of Marshal Lagren.

At this time, strictly speaking, George was already in the battlefield. Although he was still in the depth of the front line, and there was no need to worry about the enemy's bullets and artillery fire, the severe smell of air had been penetrated into his mind, causing flames to ignite in his heart.

After all, he was a young man with a strong spirit. Everything that happened in the war brought him not fear, but the passion of a young man who longed to be a hero.

Because the British soldiers gathered everywhere and were mobilized everywhere, his speed was much slower than before. He kept looking around, looking at the British soldiers who were rushing to the front line, he was fascinated and envious. He even wanted to follow these British people to the battlefield and give the Russians some colors to see.

However, although he was very excited, he still had rationality in his mind and knew that the most important thing at the moment was to execute commands, so he did not really do anything randomly.

In the chaos and noisy environment, George was finally stunned on the hill where Marshal Lagren and his subordinates were. When he saw George, Marshal Lagren was almost as happy as Lucien just now, and even happier.

"Victor is finally here, let's wait!" He complained with a smile, and then asked George, "Where is your army now? Did Victor drag you over just to make you the audience?"

"Our commander-in-chief is as eager as you can defeat the Russians as soon as possible, Your Excellency!" George saluted him and continued, "It is precisely because he hopes that he wants to coordinate the next deployment with you as soon as possible. As long as we coordinate, we can launch an attack immediately!"

"You French!" Marshal Lagren smiled again, "Well, how do he want to coordinate? Isn't it necessary for us to follow his orders?"

"No, Your Excellency, our Commander-in-Chief believes that because you have been here for a long time, familiar with the situation, and now you are commanding this battle, you are the most suitable commander of the coalition forces at this time, so he believes that the next action plan will be mainly deployed by you, and our Marshal ** team will execute your order without any discount." George gave Marshal Ragren a surprising answer, "Please tell me your deployment as soon as possible, and I need to go back and report as soon as possible!"

Marshal Ragren was stunned for a moment, then recovered from his calmness, picked up the marshal's staff in his hand, and knocked heavily on the ground.

"Victor is a good guy. I just hate that I didn't know him earlier. When I go back, please tell him that I will invite him to drink whiskey."

Next, he didn't say much, turned around and discussed with the staff officers around him, and gestured on the simple topographic map.

While discussing the subsequent military deployment, he did not forget to observe the situation on the front line. Although he was old, his energy began to lose weight, and his brain activity decreased significantly, he was still doing his best to combine the current battlefield situation to construct a new action plan for the subsequent war.

The French team's timely reinforcements made Marshal Ragren, who was still a little shocked, completely relieved.

Not long ago, his troops had already used courage to withstand the fiercest offensive of the Russian cavalry, blocked the craze of retreating on the front line, and stabilized the situation. Now the two armies are fighting in the battle between the hills, and there is no longer a risk of collapse.

As a British man, under the current situation, what he considered was of course how to counterattack and allow these Russian teams to bear greater losses. To do this, it was necessary to clear the frontier positions so that the French troops who had just arrived could invest to the counterattack to the greatest extent and set the victory in one fell swoop.

He carefully observed the current situation. Not long ago, he had ordered the front-line troops to advance, but the speed of the advancement of each branch still made him unsatisfied, although he knew that it was not their fault.

After frowning and observing for a while, he called one of his commanders.

"Go and order Count Luken to lead their subordinates to clean up the front line immediately, regain the previously lost positions, and prevent the Russians from moving away the artillery left by the Turks!"

The commander quickly took the order and left. Because the military situation was very urgent, he tried his best to urge the horses to advance along the hilly gullies, and then came to the forefront of the war and arrived in front of George Charles Bingham, the commander of the Cavalry Division.

The Count was born into an English noble family and was wearing a beard like almost all cavalry officers. He looked tall and majestic and imposing.

During his years of military experience, despite his rough personality, Count Luken still faithfully fulfilled his obligations and defended the glory and glory of the empire. However, this time it was different. After receiving the new order from Marshal Ragren, the general was a little confused.

"You have been asking me to attack, and I am also very similar to attack, but opposite us is a valley, and there are a large number of Russian soldiers waiting for the battle! This is not a battlefield that is conducive to the performance of the cavalry." He distinguished the messenger.

"This is the commander-in-chief's order, and I have no right to argue with you about other issues." The messenger replied briefly.

"Damn!" The count cursed angrily, but there was no way out.

"The Commander-in-Chief hopes that you will execute his orders as soon as possible and do not hesitate!" The messenger urged him again, and then turned around and left immediately.

"Damn it! What are these people thinking in their minds?!" Looking at his back as they walked away, the count couldn't help but curse.

However, his anger soon disappeared. As a professional soldier, he certainly would not waste his time on questioning his superiors' orders.

However, at this time, neither Marshal Lagren nor Earl Luken, nor the messenger himself, they realized that a fatal communication mistake had occurred between the Marshal and the Earl.

The marshal was in the high ground at the rear, so he could see the situation on the front line clearly and see everyone's movements. Earl Luken and his cavalry division were now in the valley, and most of them were exhausted because of their previous battle with Russian cavalry.

From the perspective of the marshal, he could easily see that the Russian army was transferring the weapons of the occupied multi-faceted fortress and seized artillery, but Count Luken could not see this situation at the bottom of his own. Therefore, he could only understand that the marshal had been urging him to attack as a forced attack on the Russian army's already loosened frontal. Although he was reluctant, he was still ready to execute this order.

He soon called General James Brudernell, who was named the brigade commander of his Light Cavalry Brigade, as Earl of Cardigan.

Earl Luken is the brother-in-law of Earl Cardigan, but in fact he is three years younger than Earl Cardigan. Logically speaking, this is a very close relationship, but the relationship between the two counts is very bad.

Because he was the only boy among his father's seven children who could inherit the family business, Earl Cardigan was spoiled since childhood, and like every similar child, he developed an arrogant and domineering personality. This personality grew more due to his noble status and military experience, and gave him a well-known bad temper and had almost no popularity with everyone. The same is true for Earl Luken, his brother-in-law. After many conflicts, the two had long been strangers and regarded each other as their old enemies. Although they were in the same army, they rarely communicated.

"The commander-in-chief ordered us to attack the Russian team and attack their artillery." As soon as he saw the general, Count Luken directly said the commander-in-chief's orders he understood.

Then, he pointed to the valley in front of him, "Please launch an attack immediately, I will lead the heavy cavalry to attack the flanks."

"Let us attack their front? Is this crazy?" Earl Cardigan couldn't help but open his eyes wide and sighed the same as before. "Sir, please allow me to tell you that there are still a large number of Russian teams in the valley, and they are also on the hills on both sides. If we rush in rashly, we will face three directions of attack!"

"Maybe it's crazy, but this is the command of the commander-in-chief." Earl Luken replied to the general without hesitation. "The troops we have now are the largest mobile force under the command. The commander-in-chief hopes that we can play a sufficient courage to regain our reputation that was already in danger."

Although she was very resistant to such an order, after her brother-in-law mentioned words such as "brave reputation", Earl Cardigan felt that she had nothing to say.

These people are British noble officers, who have been in charge of the British army for generations and defended the empire. Although most of them are violent and do not respect their soldiers, they regard the empire and their own honor as precious as their lives, and even more precious than their lives.

Therefore, they would rather die in battle than bear the infamy of fear of death.

"Okay, okay, I hope God bless us!" As a last resort, Earl Cardigan had to bow his head and obey the order, mumbled and ran away, and returned to his own troops.

When he conveyed the commander-in-chief's order, almost all his subordinates were as shocked as him.

"Yes, don't ask me if I'm crazy, I'm not crazy! I also think this order is very crazy!" Earl Cardigan shouted to his subordinates, "But this is the commander-in-chief's order, and we can only execute his order without fail!"

Under the earl's loud shout, the cavalry's commotion gradually stopped.

"As soldiers, we must execute orders, even the most dangerous orders." The endless interference of artillery fire made his voice a little hysterical. "Since the commander-in-chief asked us to move forward, then Britain does not allow us to hesitate. We may die in battle, but Britain will always remember us! As your commander, I will fight with you until the last moment!"

After giving a simple order, Earl Cardigan led his subordinates to form a dense formation in silence, facing the valley in front of him.

Almost everyone knows that this may be the last half hour of their lives, but no one says anything more.
Chapter completed!