Facing this group of Russian cavalry were the troops of the 93rd Regiment of the British Scottish Highland Brigade, and unlike ordinary British officers and soldiers, these soldiers wore red uniforms and short skirts, and when they got closer, they looked a little nondescript and funny, but they were not embarrassed themselves, but were very proud of their adherence to the Scottish tradition. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the moment, no one was interested in being surprised by their strange attire, for the war had progressed to its greatest intensity at an unexpectedly rapid pace, and they had to use their own troops as shields for the whole army.

The Turkish army had already broken before them, scattering in all directions along the open area between the valleys, while the pursuing Russian cavalry followed them unhurriedly, occasionally chasing down the last Turks in order to keep them consumed by the fear of defeat and further help the Russians to shake the British line.

Fortunately, the officers and men of the Highland Brigade in front of them were still calm and calm, and they did not follow the scattered Turkish troops after they rushed in front of them, but fired loud warnings and resolutely did not let them rush into their positions. With these men holding out, the scattered Turkish troops at the front finally gained some order, began to regroup in small groups with the efforts of the remaining officers, and finally dispersed to the two flanks of the British position.

However, it is clear that although they are no longer in the midst of a rout, they are no longer able to fight, and if the British army is unable to resist the entire Russian offensive, the frightened birds will once again be terrified and scattered, and at that time there will probably be nothing to stop them from fleeing from the entire battlefield.

Soon, the swept Russian cavalry also found the enemy opposite them, and the cavalry that had been scattered by the pursuit and slashing also began to regroup, and then the horses launched a charge against the British position, their speed was slow at first, but as the horsepower was little by little urged by the well-trained cavalry, the speed became faster and faster, and finally it was like a black shadow pressing on the British position, and its might could almost make people dizzy, as if even the earth was trembling.

Even a battle-hardened general, Baron Colin Campbell secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Everyone instinctively tingles their scalps when they see a large crowd of horses riding towards them, and he is no exception.

However, the baron has been in the army for many years, has served in many colonies, participated in many wars, and made countless achievements. He was brave and resourceful, and he was one of the cornerstones of the British Empire. So even if he was apprehensive, he quickly regained his mind and threw himself wholeheartedly into the battle.

He knew that the situation was quite critical at the moment, that the front line was loosening, and that if he collapsed here, there would be a risk that the whole line would be shaken, and that the Russians might be able to rush into the depths of the line from here, and then sweep the two flanks, causing the British to suffer unpredictable losses, and even defeat in the whole battle.

Therefore, for the sake of the whole army, his troops must stick here, even at the cost of it.

Now that the enemy forces were so close that they could see the gray frenzy that swept through them without even the help of binoculars, General Colin Campbell calmly looked at everything in front of him, and although he looked stunned, his mind was spinning wildly.

Generally speaking, according to the experience of many years in the past, when fighting against cavalry, the infantry would form a hollow phalanx, and the soldiers would form several columns and then surround them, facing the enemy on all sides, so that the cavalry would not have a chance. In the glorious Battle of Waterloo, the British army formed a dozen hollow phalanxes in this way, and then relied on terrible tenacity to resist the general charge of cavalry led by Field Marshal Ney himself, so that the French army could not achieve its goal of defeating the British army.

Their efforts saved the British army from a precarious situation, as well as the entire empire, and they used their bravery and patience to achieve a brilliant and glorious victory.

Baron Campbell was more than happy to replicate the great Duke of Wellington's miracle at Waterloo, but he also knew that things were no longer the same.

At Waterloo, the British were faced with a wide frontage, and the French cavalry could make a detour, so they had to form a hollow phalanx to prevent being detoured by the enemy, and now their front was a valley road between the hills, and the front was very narrow, and the Russian cavalry could not make a detour, and could only charge the British army in the front.

After a short period of deliberation, combined with past military experience and the reality of the present, General Campbell made a bold decision.

"Order the whole regiment, form a line formation, and prepare to meet the enemy!" He shouted out to his adjutant.

"What, General?" The adjutant looked at his commander in disbelief, "You want the soldiers to form a line to meet the enemy?" ”

Generally speaking, according to the rules in the army, no matter what order the commander gives, the adjutant must meticulously pass on the order, but because this order is so unexpected, the adjutant can't help but ask the commander in a rare way, wanting to confirm it again.

"Yes, that's my order! Let them quickly change formations, line up in two rows, and meet the enemy army! Baron Campbell confirmed aloud again, "Hurry up and deliver the order, there is not much time left for us!" ”

"Yes!" Without further doubt, the adjutant saluted and immediately went to the place where the officers and soldiers had gathered to convey the general's order.

The baron, on the other hand, looked at his back anxiously at the Russian cavalry rushing towards him, judging the time. He wanted to stop the entire enemy flood before the positions of his troops, and for this he was willing to risk everything.

Under his anxious gaze, relying on the command system of the army, his orders reached the ears of every soldier in the regiment, and although some were puzzled and some were insensitive, these soldiers quickly changed their formation, lined up in two lines according to the general's will, and then faced the rolling Russian cavalry.

"Everyone, listen to me, we must stop the enemy from passing in front of us, no matter what the cost!" The general walked to the forefront of the position, then drew his saber and pointed to the front, "93 regiment!" Never retreat! Gotta hold on! ”

He was gambling that his men would be able to hold off a massive cavalry onslaught with such a risky front. And his gambling book is his trust in his subordinates, as well as ...... Technological advances brought about by the development of military transformation over the years.

Yes, these British soldiers had the same bravery and sacrifice as their predecessors in the past, and they had something even better, and that was the weapons in their hands.

The rifle they were holding was the latest standard rifle of the British Army to begin to be issued to the troops, the Model 1853 Enfield rifle. Unlike the smoothbore guns used by the British army, this rifle has rifling engraved in the barrel and is more technologically advanced, resulting in a range and firepower that is many times stronger than that of previous muskets.

It is a copy of the French Army's new standard rifle, the Giverny 1850 rifle, which is almost as good as this gun. As a war-hardened soldier, General Campbell was full of praise for his superiority after being exposed to this new gun, and he also had greater confidence in the combat effectiveness of his subordinates, without which he would not have given such an order that bordered on deviance.

Under the shouts of the officers, these soldiers, dressed in red uniforms and with peculiar kilts around their waists, quickly formed a line, and watched a large group of cavalry roar towards them with eyes that were close to indifference.

Relying on the rigorous training of the past, their formation is very tight, but this cannot hide their weak front. The red-clad soldiers in short skirts were only two rows, and from a distance they looked like thin pieces of red paper, as if they would be crushed by the sharp cavalry.

In the distant rear hills, Field Marshal Raglan, the commander of the British army with binoculars, and his staff officers and adjutants around him watched with concern, they all knew how much risk the soldiers at the front were taking at the moment, and no one had so far tried to meet the Russian cavalry.

"Shall we inform General Campbell?" A staff officer cautiously asked the marshal.

"No need. Campbell is a smart guy and I believe in him! Marshal Raglan shook his head heavily, denying the other party's opinion, and then suddenly lowered his tone, "Besides, it's too late." May God bless him, if he wins, he will have a medal, and if he loses, he will have to go to court! ”

After a pause, he added, "Inform Earl Lucan, let his cavalry send reinforcements to the front, and hopefully save the situation before everything goes bad." ”

"Okay, understood, Your Excellency." The staff officer paused for a moment, then immediately nodded silently. "May God bless Britain."

The marshal knew, and everyone else knew, that the greater responsibility for today's difficult situation was that they had caused it, and it was their forward deployment that had caused the current bad situation, so if it really failed, then General Campbell was not the only one to be held accountable.

However, now that the Russian cavalry was about to rush to the front, there was really no way to intervene, and everyone could only hope for God's blessing so that these British soldiers could hold up their defenses until the cavalry reinforcements arrived.

As they watched anxiously, a large number of cavalry had rushed in front of the British army, and the sharp offensive knives formed by these cavalry seemed to be able to cut through the thin red paper without much effort, and the rushing formation looked almost unstoppable.

And the British officers and soldiers, led by General Campbell, quietly watched the storm, like a stubborn rock in front of the torrent. The two rows of soldiers raised their guns and pointed forward, their bayonets shaking without any movement.

When the faces of the cavalrymen in the front row on the opposite side began to come alive in the general's eyes, the general finally moved, picked up his sword, and swung it down heavily.

"Fire!" The officers shouted loudly.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

A large amount of white smoke rose in front of the British line in an instant, and the dense bullets rushed towards the opposite side mercilessly, and then pierced into any obstacle on the opposite side with the kinetic energy given to it by the gunpowder.

As if it was blocked by some iron wall, there was a small pause in the originally rolling cavalry array, followed by the sharp wail of the horses, and many of the knights on the horses fell to the ground.

Even so, the charge of the Russian cavalry did not stop, and they continued to charge forward, with indomitable confidence, and the British did not have anyone to count their gains, and immediately after firing, the soldiers in the front row with skillful movements stuffed new bullets into their muzzles, and then pressed them into with a pass.

"Fire!"

And just as the red-clad soldiers in the first row were reloading, the British soldiers in the second row opened fire again.

The white smoke grew thicker and thicker, covering almost the entire British position, and with this round of fire, another group of enemy cavalry and horses fell on the way to charge.

At this time, the Russian cavalry had rushed in front of the British army. Their charge brought with them a strong wind, the smell of gunpowder and blood, and the neighing of the horsemen and horses with excitement and fury, which was mixed with the sound of gunfire and almost dizzy.

"Fire!" In the midst of this noise, the hoarse roars of the officers seemed to come from another world.

"Bang!" The British soldiers in the first row, who had already loaded their ammunition, opened fire again, and because of the new weapons and new bullets, they were able to reload much faster than their predecessors.

When the cavalry pounced in front of them, some of them began to move less smoothly because of instinctive nervousness, and they did not open fire in a uniform manner, but because the distance was so close, their hit rate was frighteningly high, and they quickly knocked down more cavalry.

The Russian cavalry, which had suffered heavy losses in several volleys, had not stopped, and the remnants of the cavalry had rushed to the front of the British infantry, but they were confronted with the bright bayonets, and although these brave cavalrymen struggled to urge their horses to charge forward, the horses instinctively slowed down, and rose to their feet in front of the bayonet formation, avoiding the point of the knife that threatened their lives.

However, there were still undaunted cavalrymen who relied on their superb horsemanship, and with an almost brutal attitude, urged their horses to crash straight into the British formation, and the British soldiers in front of them were trampled to the ground by the horses under such terrible trampling, and did not even have time to groan, and after crashing into the British line, the cavalry waved their sabers in their hands, and slashed desperately to the side, reaping the lives of the enemy in a terrible scream.

In this way, the infantry and cavalry, facing each other, began the oldest battle of mankind, and the Russian cavalry who rushed into the formation hoped to open the gap in the line with their own impact and their own lives, and break the line of these British; And the British were also red-eyed, fighting either with bayonets or rifles against these cavalry.

Because of the superiority of the new rifles, the British soldiers in the back row reloaded quickly, they no longer used salvos, and they aimed at the Russian cavalry closest to them who rushed into the formation, and they fired without mercy, and as they moved, the short skirts around their waists also swayed slightly.

Although the Russian cavalry was very brave, but because it was caught in the British front, it lost the most terrible impact of the cavalry, and could only fall into the most hated situation of fighting separately, and the British army looked precarious, but the thin red front was not breached, this layer of paper, it was so tenacious, the excellent quality and bravery of the British army, here is vividly displayed.

In the constant gunfire and bayonet fighting, the losses of the Russian cavalry increased and increased, and finally, the blood in the eyes of the remaining people faded, and they found in a daze that their comrades had fallen in large numbers, and at this time, the instinct to survive began to slowly overwhelm the instinct to fight, and they gradually feared death.

At this time, a large number of cavalry poured in from the rear of the British line, but their uniforms were in the style of the British army.

The reinforcements of the British army finally broke the confidence of these cavalrymen, and the last remaining Russian cavalry reined in their horses' heads, and then quickly retreated, and they were of course greeted by bullets in the back, and many of them were left forever in the wasteland of the Crimean Peninsula.

At last, what seemed to last a century of fighting came to an abrupt end, leaving only the violent smell of blood in the air and the corpses of human bodies and horses all over the ground.

The British officers and soldiers looked at the Russian cavalry fleeing from the battlefield, gasping violently, and did not look at each other until they could no longer be seen.

They could hardly believe that they had resisted the onslaught of the Russian cavalry with such a thin formation.

After a moment of bewilderment, there was a violent cheer.

"I knew we could win." General Campbell shook his hand.

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"Great!" At the same time, on the distant hills, Marshal Raglan and his attachés also gave deafening cheers.

General Campbell did not disappoint them, he turned the tide and led his soldiers to resist the Russian army in such harsh conditions, and effectively salvaged the situation.

"Thank God......" The chief of staff who had advised the marshal before sighed.

Everyone knows how bad the situation will be if the Russian army really breaks through just now.

Field Marshal Raglan, in particular, knew that if the British were to lose the battle, if they were to lose the battle, they would not be able to fight it again, but they would certainly suffer heavy losses, and that his miscommand would be conveyed to the rear, and his reputation would be damaged—a result that the old marshal could not tolerate.

Now, the situation is completely different, although the Turkish army unexpectedly collapsed, but the British army has held their positions and thwarted the Russian attack, and they can certainly hold out until reinforcements arrive.

In this battle, they are about to win.

"Campbell will receive a medal of eternal gratitude to all England for his bravery. Next, it's time for our turn! Marshal Raglan, who was already old, now regained his eyes, and he waved the marshal's scepter vigorously with his one-arm, "We have to prepare for a counteroffensive, these Russians will suffer a new defeat, God testify!" ”

"Yes, let's fight back, Your Excellency." The staff officer next to him also nodded and agreed, "Now the losses of the Russian army are not small, and they are all very tired, it is time for us to counterattack!" ”

The fatigue of the Russians was of course a factor, but of course more importantly, the French army was about to arrive, and now the British counterattack could prepare the way for a larger counterattack to come, until the final battle was won, at least so the British commanders thought.

"Very well, let the order pass, let Count Lucan and their cavalry take the lead, and prepare to seize the position that has just been lost." With a sigh of relief, Marshal Raglan gave the order to the adjutant next to him.

His orders will be carried out to the letter.

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At this time, in the field near Balaclava, a large army in blue uniforms was advancing south, all of them with grim expressions and excitement about to enter the battle.

And the commander of this army was none other than Field Marshal Trevier, the commander of the French army on the Crimean peninsula.

At this time, the old marshal was riding a horse and marching in the middle of the large army, looking serious and in good spirits.

The entire army was silent, except for the neighing of horses echoing through the fields.

The roar of guns and the roar of the soldiers had been heard not long ago, so that the French officers and men knew that the Russians had launched an attack on the British, and they also knew that the battle would enter a high tide and that with their arrival it would have a final conclusion.

From Field Marshal Tréville to the soldiers below, everyone believed that victory would be on their side.

Marshal Trevier had been groaning, judging the changes in the situation on the battlefield from the sound that had been transmitted, and he had been frowning, obviously not particularly optimistic.

After a long silence, Marshal Tréville suddenly reined in his horse's head, and then turned to look at the young lieutenant next to him, Lieutenant Georges de Dilillion.

"George, go and send a message to your brother-in-law, so that he may prepare to fight back with us. Also, go find Marshal Raglan and let them inform me of the current situation at once, and go quickly! ”

"Yes!" George on horseback straightened up and fell, then waved his whip away.