With the drizzle of late summer and early autumn, the Crimean peninsula ushered in a new sunny day. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After being nourished and washed by the rain, the air became moist and clean, and the scorching sun in the sky softened a lot.

As far as the eye can see, the land is green and verdant, and there are relaxing rural scenes everywhere.

Deep in the interior, the vines are already covered with large grapes, and the wheat is full of ears, and everything is so beautiful that it is a sign that a good harvest has arrived.

It would have been a golden time for the farmers here, with their best harvest in recent years, but ...... A catastrophe that befell from the sky befell the land, and all their hopes were dashed.

The village was eerily silent, only the rustle of the breeze sweeping through the branches, and no one walked among the cottages, which, though still intact, showed no life, as if the village had suddenly been enveloped by some mysterious power.

Suddenly, the rustling sound from the field grew louder and louder, as if a strong wind had begun to sweep by, but there was no evidence of a storm around, and at this moment, among the golden ears of wheat, some figures in blue shirts and red pants suddenly appeared inside.

These people walked forward in large groups, trampling the wheat under their feet, and the large ears of wheat were trampled under their feet, and if any farmer saw this, he would be very saddened. Laughing and laughing, they made their way to the village, where the soldiers had destroyed the fence that the villagers had carefully built and maintained at the border of their farmland.

There was a sense of indifference in the expressions of these people, who were accustomed to seeing life and death, and there was no pity between talking and laughing, and their bodies were very strong, and they could see that they had been trained for a long time, and they all had a rifle in their hands, which clearly showed their status as soldiers.

Along the way, there were traces of destruction left by them, but this destruction was only the beginning, and when they entered the village, the silence was broken by the noise of the soldiers, who shouted everywhere, kicked open the closed doors of the houses, and heard all kinds of noises everywhere, even mixed with the sporadic gunfire.

They took the village without resistance, and they were content to turn it into their spoils, they went straight into the houses with guns in hand, and then grabbed the remaining villagers in the midst of a cry.

The male villagers had already fled with most of their women and children to escape the sudden disaster, and there were only a few old people and peasant women left who could not run, who did not want to embark on the road of fleeing at this age, and could not let go of the harvest of the land, so they could only stay, hoping that the warring armies would not let their villages suffer the catastrophe.

However, their luck was not too good, and after the war entered the early autumn stage, the Anglo-French army had expanded their occupation area to this area, and the village was inevitably sacked.

The villagers were gathered in the open space next to the village by the soldiers, and they looked at the fierce soldiers, almost all of them were frightened, and their mouths were full of words, as if they wanted to beg the soldiers to let them go.

"Bang!" Seeing this, an officer picked up his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, silencing the villagers in fright, and then the officer said a few words loudly to the villagers.

He spoke French, which the villagers did not understand, of course, but of course it was not difficult for the French soldiers, and after another gunshot, a man who knew a little of the local dialect stood up and shouted at the villagers.

"Listen to me! We are French troops, and now this place has fallen under our occupation, but don't worry! We French soldiers are well-disciplined soldiers, we will not harm civilians, as long as you are honest and obedient, then there will be absolutely no danger to your life! However, whoever dares to resist, or who dares to give a message to the Russian army, will be shot on the spot, understand!? Now, the village chief will stand up for me! I want him to accept orders from the French officers on behalf of your village! ”

Under his reassuring and intimidating announcements, the villagers' mood stabilized a little, and they were no longer as dispossessed as before, but they also looked at each other, because the village chief had fled.

After a few moments of discussion, the French soldiers impatiently appointed the oldest villager as the village chief.

They then ordered the temporary chief of the village to hand over the village's current stock of grain, and to hand over most of the village to the French army after the current harvest.

The poor chief of the village immediately complained to the soldiers, that now that the village had insufficient food to supply the needs of the French army, and that the village was suffering from such a calamity, that most of the labourers had fled, where could the autumn harvest be organized?

However, his defense was not heeded by the French officers and soldiers, who directly and rudely told him that the demands of the army were unquestionable, and that he must hand over the materials requisitioned by the French army at that time, otherwise the French army would question him.

For these French officers and soldiers, it was a good thing that the villagers fled in large numbers, because it would make it less difficult for them to defend the area, and it would also make their actions not exposed to the Russians, and how the remaining villagers would ensure adequate supplies was not a matter for them to consider.

While the officers were lecturing the villagers, a large number of French soldiers began to search every corner of the village, every house, fence, and orchard, even the cellars of the houses. Soon they found the food that the villagers had stored, even honey and jam.

They quickly moved the supplies out of their houses, and although the villagers cried and cursed the actions of the officers and soldiers, the soldiers turned a deaf ear, and the orders given to them were to requisition the supplies, and as long as they could fulfill the orders, they had no interest in other things.

Just as the French army began to loot the village in an orderly manner, the sound of dense horses' hooves suddenly sounded around the perimeter, and the soldiers immediately began to be on guard, only to find a group of Guards cavalry in the neighboring village. Seeing that it was their own people, they immediately relaxed and started their actions again.

The cavalrymen first patrolled the outskirts of the village, and when they were sure that there was no danger, they began to ride their horses along the path into the village, and because the infantry who came first had broken the fences in all directions, they moved more freely than usual, and soon came to the place where the villagers were watched.

They were cuirassiers, riding tall horses, wearing bright armor and helmets with manes on their heads, and they looked so dignified that even the infantry looked envious.

"XX's, are these guys fighting a war or are they here to seduce girls?" One soldier muttered to his surroundings, eliciting laughter from the crowd.

The cavalrymen who had come from afar did not notice their laughter, and they rode straight to the place where the soldiers had gathered, and one of the knights, who looked like an officer, shouted.

"Who are the officers here?"

"It's me." The officer looked up lazily and asked in an impatient and guarded tone, "I'm Captain Selevy of the 4th Division, I'm their company commander, who are you?" ”

"I am Lieutenant Jérôme Bonaparte of the Guards Cavalry Division." The cavalry officer replied in a low voice, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Huh?" When he gave his name, there was a small commotion among the soldiers on the other side, and even the officers looked at each other.

The Guards were treated very well, and a lieutenant could be compared to a captain in an ordinary army, but that wasn't the point, the point was that the officer's surname was a bit surprising to them.

"Bonaparte...... Lieutenant? Captain Selevy repeated in a low voice, then looked suspiciously at the cavalry officer on his horse.

This is a tall young man with a square appearance, who looks vigorous because he is wearing Cheng Liang's uniform, and the enthusiasm and ambition can be seen from him. All in all, not the kind of person who likes to joke.

"We have a Prince of Bonaparte here...... "The captain asked after a moment, slightly suspicious." But it must not be you, right? Or are you really just homonyms? That's a blessing! ”

Not so long ago, in accordance with the decree of His Majesty the Emperor, the Guards began to land and enter the war, and Prince Joseph Bonaparte came to the Crimea as the commander-in-chief of the Guards, which of course was known to the whole army.

"No, I'm Lieutenant Bonaparte." The young man replied solemnly, "And I don't think there's anything to talk about about in such a matter." What are you doing here? ”

Although he didn't solve his doubts, these officers and soldiers didn't ask any more questions, after all, these cavalry didn't look fake, and they didn't need to make up stories to deceive themselves.

"We're requisitioning supplies, don't you see?" The captain replied angrily, "What are you doing here?" Are you here to help us move things? Thank you so much! ”

"We're on a reconnaissance mission." The young man replied, and then he raised his voice, "How can you do that?" We can't inflict violence on civilians! ”

"Okay, okay, sir, don't tell me this set of words, go and tell the above, they want us to collect supplies, can we still kindly ask others to donate the materials?" The captain waved his hand impatiently, "You are on a mission, and I am on a mission, everyone should do their own thing, don't get in the way of our work!" ”

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to explain to the Lieutenant Bonaparte, and directly turned to look at his subordinates, "Hey! What are you doing standing stupidly? Hurry up and move things?! Don't lose time! ”

At his urging, the soldiers resumed their work and loaded the collected supplies onto the carts that had come with them, and they were to be sent to the camps of the French garrison to serve as their supplies and ease the transportation difficulties on the mainland.

The lieutenant on the horse did not listen to his words and walked away, but looked at everything in front of him in amazement, obviously he did not expect to see this scene here, and suddenly he did not know what to do.

"Alright, friend, why don't you take a break?" Wishing not to quarrel with the Guards, and fearing that the Lieutenant Bonaparte would have any origins, the Captain re-approached him and handed him a jar on his horse. "Come on, this is what we just found from here, good thing!"

Lieutenant Bonaparte took the jar and found that it was fruit wine, and the fragrance in it seemed to be refreshing.

As if demonstrating, the captain himself picked up a jar of fruit wine, then threw his head back and drank it, then let out a long breath.

"Hey......" he closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying it, "it tastes really good, you can taste it!" ”

Then the young man's face turned red and white, as if he were about to get angry.

Just as he was about to say something, a nearby cavalryman reached out and pressed his shoulder. "Friend, let's go, stop drinking!"