Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

However, Solovyov himself had no intention of sleeping, and now he would probably have to make up for his sleep during the day.

The enemy had been trapped inside, it was like catching a turtle in a jar, with so many people trapped in at once, and the enemy seemed to be piled together in a mess. From the river bank to the road, and then to the front line, there were Turks everywhere.

One artillery shell would cause huge casualties.

Solovyov's current idea is that after a day of fierce fighting, the troops that had been lurking and marching before have some opportunity to rest. At the same time, we also need to see what tricks the Turks will play.

In Baku, the monarch of a Persian vassal state murdered a Russian general, and there is no guarantee that the Turks will follow suit.

But he was not too worried about this matter. After all, he had a chain of command, and the determined order was that Christian and Uvarov would command the troops.

This kind of danger is inevitable during war. Even in this extremely successful battle, a bullet still grazed his hat.

Come to think of it, his hat is really good at attracting bullets, no matter which one he wears.

"What do you think?"

"A siege, I suppose."

Uvarov didn't even think about it. Since the enemies were in this state, he would naturally trap them to death.

"If we lay siege, I don't know how many enemies there are. We should actually attack a place first. At least we should test the weaker places. It won't work if we just lay siege. Isn't it?"

Solovyov looked at Clausewitz and wanted to listen to him, but this chief of staff always made plans and executed the commander's wishes.

His response was a nod of agreement, unlike his usual chatty style.

"We have to try. We have to make them restless and use their cannons to deal with them first."

"Mick, are we going to use the cannon now? When you fight, you still have a lot of tricks."

"I guess so! We can do this now. Since we are studying the enemy situation at night, how can we not let the enemy know our situation?"

Solovyov's choice was to actually bombard with artillery, and at night.

This kind of large-scale nighttime bombardment is carried out in turns. People at a farther distance can hear the cannon fire, which is more lively than a fireworks show.

"See? Our artillery is still working!"

The veteran grenadiers were sitting on the edge of the trenches watching the Turkish troops in the encirclement. The Russian artillery kept firing. The accuracy of the grenades might be a little poor at ordinary times, but considering the current environment, there were people everywhere, and the same thing would happen no matter which direction they fired from.

It just so happens that there are quite a lot of Russian Unicorn cannons on this side, which makes it difficult for the Turkish troops in the encirclement. At least no one can expect to be safe tonight. A grenade may suddenly appear next to you, and this thing may explode again, and then you can go and collect the seventy-two or something.

This was also a great torment for the Turkish troops in the encirclement.

"Let's watch a play. Let's watch a play. We've been busy all day. I just happened to get some snacks to go with the wine."

"what is this?"

"I heard it's the latest flavor of canned food. It's good to have some to eat. What are you thinking?"

These old grenadiers didn't care and even started bragging while sitting in the trenches.

Christian had no time to take care of them, and Solovyov also asked him not to let his guard down. However, the troops could be rotated and rested at night so that they could maintain their physical strength for the next few days of fighting.

Although the situation had been settled, the Russian army did not take it lightly and continued to proceed step by step.

By the next morning, it was obvious that the Russian troops were in a better mental state. They could take turns to sleep, and when the troops lined up in the early morning, except for a few who were on the last shift and returned to the old position to rest, most of them stayed here.

"Do you want to continue the attack?"

"Our artillery will focus on bombarding a few areas, and then use these areas as breakthrough points. There is nothing much to say. The infantry must push forward and approach 10 steps before launching a bayonet charge. Don't be too reckless."

As for 10 steps, it is because the Turkish army has a large number of cold weapons, and they are always inaccurate when shooting.

In the battle on the second morning, the Russian artillery continued to fire as they did on the first day. A shell landed on the ground but failed to hit anyone. This may be the current abnormal level.

The unfortunate Turkish soldiers had not had a good rest for a night and now had to face the attack of the Russian army. Naturally, they were going to collapse.

There was just one problem. The Turkish army outnumbered the Russian army. So although the Russian army was the one surrounding the opponent, it looked like this encirclement formation was rather weak.

The Turkish troops who were still in Lom the night before had already slipped away when they saw the situation was not good. After all, soldiers are different from Master Bayi. Master Bayi is more likely to be beheaded by His Majesty the Sultan at this time. The officers and soldiers below ran away, but they would be caught again in the next battle and sent to the front to be shot.

It was better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, which led to the 9th Division easily occupying Lom with the cooperation of the cavalry.

However, when seeing the explosion scene, Arkady couldn't help but complain. No matter whether it was Solovyov's plan or Fedor's execution, the final result seemed to be that this place was destroyed. There was no need to worry about such a broken bridge, it could be demolished after a while.

Besides, the Russian army's target along the way was Serbia, Macedonia and Greece, and they had no plan to attack eastwards. Moreover, the bunch of fortresses in eastern Thrace would definitely be more difficult to attack, so the Turkish army's defenses were still in place.

But even so, the Turks were already surrounded, and it would take them several more days to finally wipe them out.

It's not that Solovyov didn't believe that the enemy would surrender. There have always been sporadic Turkish soldiers surrendering. It's just that if the officers negotiated, the credibility of the Turks was indeed not worth trusting.

In such an embarrassing environment, the envoys sent by Mustafa Bey were returned several times. After all, the people he sent were not very capable.

Whether negotiating a way out or negotiating surrender, Mustafa Bey found himself in danger of death due to the dishonesty of his colleagues.

Although he is incompetent, he is not shameless enough. He is persuaded by his personal soldiers to stay. Although he is still timid and afraid of death, he knows what to do.

Even in such an environment, he still gritted his teeth and sent out his own soldiers, thinking that this time it would work.

It so happened that the Yakut Regiment was relatively close to Solovyov's headquarters, and there were two of the Bey's personal soldiers, but they were not the Sultan's personal soldiers. It was obvious that they had something important to discuss when they came here.

While Solovyov was still planning his next move, his opponent seemed to be giving up.

".Want to negotiate?"

"Yes, sir, they claim to be Mustafa Bey's personal followers and brought a personal letter."

"I can't read their writing. What is it written in?" "It's Cyrillic, at least it can be read. It looks like Greek written by Fanario."

"My Greek is just so-so, and this is a text in a box. But it's better than not understanding it at all."

After reading the letter, Solovyov had only one request.

"You have only one choice, and that is to surrender unconditionally immediately. You are now at the end of your rope, and it seems that no reinforcements will be coming. The only thing that allows you to hold on is probably the warm weather now, so you won't freeze to death at night. When the food runs out, it will be time to destroy you, and you will be destroyed anyway."

When he spoke like this, the clerk was a little confused.

"Sir, do you want to write it like this?"

"Don't worry about what I said, just write it down. They should soon realize that there is no chance. The only way out is to lay down their weapons."

"Okay, anything else do you want to add?"

"If it had been translated, it would have been even more unpleasant, saying that we were unwilling to surrender unconditionally and immediately, and even proposed to keep our weapons and flags. In the end, we were driven into the Danube to feed the fish. I mean what I say."

The clerk also saw this. He had been at the headquarters of the Danube Army in the past. Except for Bagration's quick temper, all the masters and officers were fine.

Solovyov is the kind of person who looks good and is nice to his own people, but is a disaster to his enemies.

No one wants to meet such an opponent on the battlefield, who is thinking about annihilating them all day long. As for driving them into the Danube to feed the fish, except for the fact that Kievan Rus initially believed in Orthodoxy and people took the initiative to swim in the river, this kind of package was often available in Russia.

But it's mainly the civilians and military of the other side who are suffering such misfortune, something that has nothing to do with oneself, which sounds chilling.

But although the Russian army in the early 19th century was called barbaric by Europeans, perhaps only the Cossacks could be considered to be "barbaric".

If you look at it, the French army is more like the "Royal Army".

But it was also true. After all, it was the army of the French emperor. It was outrageous. Wherever they went, they were like locusts. They demonized the Russians. They probably projected what they had done onto their opponents, and then carried out propaganda.

"Is it finished? Let me take a look."

Solovyov was still quite afraid of Russian shorthand, but this clerk obviously did not draw a bunch of broken lines like that, the text was still very clear.

"Well, the records are all good. That's it. First, compile a Russian version and then translate it for these Turks to make them realize what their situation is."

Then Mustafa Bey realized that the Russian general on the opposite side would not give him this opportunity, so he had no choice but to continue.

"Unconditional surrender? That's wishful thinking! If that's the case, he'll still be beheaded when he returns!"

But for his soldiers, it didn't matter what happened. The rations were getting less and less, and the Russian artillery fire had not stopped. They were even in contact at this moment. Since there was no official ceasefire, they had to continue fighting.

Therefore, the Turkish soldiers were extremely tired and had no intention of fighting any further.

But the Russian army also needs to continue to compress the Turks' positions to further weaken them. After squeezing all these enemies inside, they will finally launch a general offensive, and the big one is about to come.

There was obviously nothing to say about the battle on the second day. They just tightened the fence step by step. For the Russian army, it was just like what they did every day. It was no different from eating, drinking water and sleeping.

As for the Turkish army, they have a limited number of artillery pieces, and they have almost used up all their shells in the initial battles. In addition, the Ottoman army's logistical supply level is comparable to that of India, so the supply of shells is now very difficult.

They could only watch as the Russian army continued to advance and set up cannons right under their noses.

Before, these cannons were very far away from them, but now, they directly destroyed the morale of the Turks.

That night, Solovyov still did not rest in the first half of the night, but he did find something to do.

"Master, it's not like I don't have hands. I can still paint my nails."

"A little girl like you is actually more suitable for this kind of pink color."

“It’s very beautiful”

"This is the latest style from Paris, what do you think?"

He was really humorous sometimes, grabbing Mihrima to paint her nails and draw her eyebrows.
"Very good, but Master, you are a general, not incompetent."

"Incompetent what?"

"Those incompetent masters!"

"But I am the same sometimes, except that I work more during the weekdays."

"Have you ever thought of taking a rest, master? I heard from Master Uvarov yesterday that you seldom have long rest periods except when you are getting married."

"That's because there's always a war going on. Do you think I don't want to rest? When I take you back, I still have things to do."

"The master must have a lot to explain to the mistress."

"That includes you. Although Katya is not jealous and is very tolerant, there are also things she doesn't want to see, that is, if I'm out there, I'll be in trouble."

But Mihrima was very sensible and she would not listen to things she shouldn't.

"Okay, go to sleep. You can sleep on my camp bed. The ground is a bit damp these days, which is not good for your health."

"What about you, Master?"

Since she asked in return, Solovyov answered: "It is common for soldiers to sleep in the wild. Although you are my servant, you are a girl after all. Living in the open air is not suitable for you."

Of course, Solovyov also roughly knew that Madame Recamier might have heard some news from somewhere, such as the news brought back by the big-mouthed adjutant from the front line, which had already reached Bucharest.

Langeron and Miloradovich were both there, and they could help take care of the lady.

What is happening now is definitely different from the facts. Turkish women are very beautiful, and may be more submissive than the lively and straightforward Polish women. However, Solovyov only kept a maid loli. Although she was nominally serving him, he no longer had that idea.

These damn adjutants. They don't have the ability of Davydov, but their mouths are bigger than his. (End of this chapter)