Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

After seeing the battle between the Turkish army and the Jager outpost of the Grenadier Division, Solovyov also gave an order to Uvarov to hide behind the creek. It was summer now, and the riverside was not so empty, so the tall and strong cavalry would not emerge from here. If the enemy's attention was all on the front, they probably would not notice what was happening here.

"Is this really okay?"

"Don't worry. Fyodor, although I have only fought the Turks a few times, I know how strong they are. I think I will know once we fight. When they see a small force, they will be eager to succeed. I am not saying that their courage may sometimes exceed that of many European armies, and there are even some things that should not be said, that is, they may be braver than us. However, you see, this kind of untimely courage, lack of discipline and organization, will definitely lead to defeat."

Of course, this mainly refers to continental countries. The British, which can travel around on ships with cannons, are another type, and will also give people around the world a lot of wrong impressions.

In English-speaking countries, people sometimes mistakenly think, "Oh, so that's how it is," but this may go beyond the essence of things.

Now, Solovyov has some confidence. The Turks' love of collecting heads is also a barbaric tradition in the Near East and the Middle East.

However, their collecting of heads is a different concept from the Ming Dynasty's collecting of heads. As the Ming Dynasty began to reward merit by taking heads and the Beijing Army lost its combat effectiveness, wars became more and more difficult.

Mistakes are inevitable for any organization or group when faced with such a thing, but some people are getting worse and worse, while others seem to be standing still.

Solovyov wanted to recite it now, but he was afraid that some people would be confused after hearing it.

Of course, he couldn't remember most of it.

"Look, the Turks are chasing us. If these light cavalrymen chase us too far, they will directly run into the grenadiers' positions."

"You are really interesting. You let the grenadiers dig fortifications for several days just to find a preset battlefield here."

"Fyodor, do you know what we relied on to defeat the Turks several times?"

"I heard that the Grand Marshal taught you a lot during his expedition to Italy."

"Not at all. I have been on missions all the time. He found me some books to use as teaching materials. I learned everything by myself. Is there any student of Alexander Vasilyevich who was taught by him using books and experience?"

After listening to this, Uvarov indeed understood the situation. Suvorov was indeed the kind of person who liked to teach students in accordance with their aptitude.

It's just that when he got such a strange disciple in his later years, it caused misunderstandings.

If Solovyov's lust is different from the ascetic and somewhat holy foolish state of the Marshal himself, it is only in life. Besides, if he is called "Flower General", it can only be after his senior brother Miloradovich. Miloradovich is very popular with young girls and old ladies, but Solovyov doesn't seem to get along well with old ladies and mature women.
Uvarov thought so, but he couldn't say it. However, another thing was very clear, that is, Suvorov's teaching in accordance with students' aptitude was elite education, and he looked more like a mentor. Solovyov's approach was to use standardized teaching materials and educational models for training. He was completely a teacher, at most a lecturer.

After all, Solovyov has a lot of things to do, and it is impossible for him to focus all his energy on the military. Just the family affairs and the people he has to deal with in technology are enough to take up a lot of his energy.

When Suvorov wanted to educate his disciples, he did not do it the way Solovyov educated Nikolai. He did not bring handouts and notes and work with other teachers to carry out all-round bombing. The content of military studies was almost all about regulating Nikolai's behavior, telling him that as a grand duke there were many things he could not do.

After all, Nicholas, including so many people in the Luo family, up to this generation, except for Grand Duke Constantine who had some ability in the Guards and could even put Napoleon in a bad light, even Peter the Great's combat effectiveness was very limited and he almost failed at the hands of the Turks.

As for the next generation, a bunch of kittens were chirping, tearing each other's hair and scratching people with their little claws, but there was not a single boy.

If you don't have this ability, try to give him additional knowledge to avoid trouble in the future.

Solovyov knew that Nicholas would most likely become the Tsar in the future, and then suffer a humiliating defeat in Crimea, and he didn't want to have to save the situation at his old age.

But this kind of worry is always unnecessary. I don't know what will happen in the future. After all, I slept with Maria, who can shock Nicholas the most. This girl has a blood suppression on Nicholas and has also made me very weak. It's just because they are more intimate.
While Uvarov was thinking about his educational methods, he was thinking about the future.

But it shouldn't be that troublesome. His first move was to win quickly so as to buy time later. It would be best if some people gave up and maintained the balance of power on the European continent.

If France had known in advance that Sweden and Türkiye had been dealt with, and still attacked so stubbornly, it might be that Napoleon himself was over-inflated.

Solovyov may not understand others, but he understands his uncle very well. He is just a chatterbox Italian who can say dirty words in various places. If he is really anxious, Solovyov also believes that his right hand can rotate a helicopter.

With his mentality, it is inevitable that he will become self-inflated and bring 600,000 people here directly.

After all, his personal ideas have no limits, which is the kind of Italian romance. Who made him think that Corsica was still part of the Republic of Genoa when he was in his mother's womb?
Now watching the Turks attacking forward, Solovyov was also in the mood to watch the show on the hillside. He had expected that the Turks would be stubborn, but what he did not expect was that these German light cavalry would dare to directly attack the grenadiers' positions.

Well, they are a group of people who are so excited about adrenaline that they don’t even care about their lives.

And unfortunately, the attack happened to be on the position of the Moscow Regiment.

The previously wounded veteran Semenov had his hemostatic bandages changed and he only rested for a few days before he ran back.

After all, he is a veteran and has served for twenty-four years. He cannot be so embarrassed when his official service period is about to end.

"Hey old man, why are you back again?"

"You young people, I'm really worried that you won't be able to control yourself."

When he said this, he looked at the grenadiers standing behind the bunker. He was very familiar with them before, but he couldn't help but sigh. Except for Igor and a few people of similar age who had followed him all the way, there were really not many old guys left.

"Sometimes it's like this, old soldiers lead new soldiers, if they are all like Igor, like you, we old guys might be happier. But sometimes it's like this, we old guys are always alive, and those young people died, unable to bear the hardship. Even us old guys will have to leave one day. Oh, let's not talk about those things. You heard the gunshots, is there a fighting outside?"

Igor looked in the direction Semenov pointed, and indeed, his own light cavalry were retreating towards the preset passage.

"It seems that these hussars have run into the barbecue man. You old man can catch up with the battle when you come back. I was in the hospital in Sweden for three months, but I missed the most intense battle and was laughed at a lot."

As they were talking, a few anxious young grenadiers in the front row let the hussars pass, and then they hastily opened fire with their rifles. Obviously, they did not cause any casualties to the Turks, but instead encouraged them. "Damn, these guys, they should shoot the horses first. Are they shooting at people because they like their horses?"

Semenov said this, but he was also envious of the cavalry horses. They were all good stuff. Even the commander-in-chief Count Kamensky the Younger might not have such good horses.

This is based on the premise that his wife is the heiress to a large number of stables in the Orlov family. The Orlov Trotter Horse is only of higher overall quality, but sometimes it is still inferior to the real top-quality horses.

Solovyov didn't know that these old soldiers were thinking about the horses. After the Turkish cavalry rushed past, they were out of their sight and could not be seen.

Semenov bumped Igor with his shoulder and began to ask: "Igor, can you hit those cavalrymen who are charging at you?"

"My marksmanship is fine against infantry, but if these cavalry don't use phalanxes, they'll have to use platoons. I'm also afraid our captain can't handle it. We can't use phalanxes to fight here, but there are obstacles outside."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait until they get close and then pull up the hidden barricades?"

When Semenov was talking, the company's new second lieutenant flag officer heard it. Because he and his uncle were the same person except for the paternal title, he was indeed troubled by these things.

That’s right, it was Mikhail, the eldest brother of Solovyov’s nephew Venyamin, who would cause trouble among the Decembrists in the south in the future. Solovyov didn’t even know that his nephew had joined the army, because his cousin didn’t mention this when he wrote to him.

He knew his cousin's temper. There were very few people like the Solovyov family in the army. If he wanted to expand his strength step by step, his own sons and nephews must be the most important.

When Solovyov went to Moscow, he was very concerned about his older nephews. However, his cousin did not think so at the time. He hoped that after the war, his sons would go to the army to see the world and then come back to practice the family craft with him. What's more, he had asked his uncle Sergei that if something really happened, his uncle, as a father, could suppress his cousin.

What's more, these days, it is difficult for dignitaries who have served in the military to find a wife.

Little Mihail patted the two veterans on the shoulders and asked, "Where are the obstacles you mentioned?"

"It's right in front. We can pull up when the cavalry gets close. Hey, young master, your facial features are somewhat similar to our general's. When he was your age, he was as handsome as a girl, but you have a manly face."

But Igor was so talkative that Semenov would always give him an elbow.

"Let's get down to business, Igor! Comrade Lieutenant, we have to take some risks and fight from close range."

"I know you're worried that the company commander is unreliable. If you want to find someone to give orders, how about I help you?"

"Soldiers must obey their master, even if he is a second lieutenant, unless he is wrong."

Igor was also saying some "dirty words" here, which livened up the atmosphere.

Semenov, however, was very serious and continued to say to Mikhail: "It is most appropriate for you to give the order, but it would be very dangerous if it were to be put in 20 Arshins."

At this point, the boy finally blurted out: "When my uncle was older than me, he was not afraid of the French. He even captured a French general who was also in charge of grenadiers. You old soldiers can rest assured!"

Of course, there was not so much time. The Turkish cavalry that rushed over later just came up to get killed without forming any tight formation.

At this time, even if you keep shooting randomly, you can still shoot down a few unlucky guys, and cavalry generally do not form a very tight formation, so the "wall charge" may only exist in fantasy.

When Mihail walked to the side of the team with his saber in hand, his heartbeat quickened a little.

Unlike his uncle Mikhail, who started his battle at the headquarters, fought outpost battles and skirmishes before finally entering into a decisive battle, he encountered a large-scale battle for the first time in his life.

Although he heard from his uncle and father that the fighting power of the Turks was very weak, he was still somewhat scared when he saw these cavalrymen.

But since I have agreed to it, I have to grit my teeth and do it.

The Solovyov family came from a family of "profiteers" and were extremely daring when it came to making money. If Little Mihail had thought about how his great-grandfather risked being beheaded for smuggling, he might have gotten more courageous.

Then he took his position and raised his sword again, indicating that he was ready.

When these veterans were behind the bunker, they had already loaded their ammunition and were waiting for orders.

"Line up!"

When the Turks came closer, Mihail remained calm and continued giving orders.

Fear? Perhaps it is unavoidable.

"Raise your guns!" The voice was even trembling, "Shoot!"

The effect of this round was quite good. The Turkish cavalry in the front were knocked to the ground. The enemies rushing straight at them were probably just for scaring people.

Semenov didn't expect that although the new lieutenant was a little nervous, he still issued the order accurately.

The young army commander now was much braver than him at that time. When he met the French at close range, he dared to shoot with his six-shooter pistol and then fought desperately with his sword.

In this way, he can be considered a qualified officer. (End of this chapter)