Chapter 733 Night Attack (Part 1)

Plovdiv.

Artillery Captain Edward Jones dozed off boredly leaning on the cart. The days of marching made him exhausted. Mainly because the Turks were too lazy and one day's work was always divided into three days.

Then they also like to complain, always complaining that the supplies provided by the coalition forces are too few, or that they do not have enough troops.

To be honest, if they didn't hate the Russians, and if they weren't ordered by their superiors to help these annoying infidels, Edward wouldn't be willing to come to Turkey even if he gave Edward a pocket full of gold.

"Be smart!" He yawned and lazily scolded his men who were also sleepy-eyed. "The translator goes to the front and asks how long it will take to repair that damn wooden bridge!"

If the people who built the bridge were British engineers, then Edward would have gone crazy. How complicated can it be to build a bridge over a three-foot-deep sewer? But this group of Turkish peasants had been busy for five hours. Originally, he thought he would arrive in Plovdiv today and planned to have some fun in Bulgaria's second largest city!

But now, he looked at the setting sun, and he was afraid that arriving at Plovdiv tonight would be just a dream, or else he would have to sleep in the wilderness.

He was really fed up, because every time he got close to a big city along the way, these Turks would get into trouble. As a result, he and the soldiers came back disappointed every time, and he began to suspect that the Turks did it deliberately.

Anyway, he had made up his mind. Even if he tried hard to be punished, he would delay. Anyway, he had to stay in Plovdiv tomorrow night because he wanted to enjoy the Turkish nightlife.

"It seems that the Turks are planning to leave us in the wilderness again. This is not possible. Let me walk slowly tomorrow. We must arrive in Plovdiv tomorrow evening and let the brothers have a good rest!"

Captain Edward's guess was not wrong. The Turks did do it deliberately. They really did not want the British and French to enter the big cities to rest. This may cause a lot of security risks. After all, when the first batch of British and French coalition forces just arrived in Istanbul, they caused a lot of trouble and made people angry.

If they didn't have to curry favor with these uncles to help fight the Russians, the Turks really wanted these bastard soldiers to get away as far as they could.

Anyway, since then the Turks have tried to control their schedules to prevent the British and French forces from entering big cities. This can reduce a lot of trouble, but if it is really unavoidable, you can only hold your nose and admit it.

However, this time Captain Edward encountered a more complicated situation. Some Bulgarians with ulterior motives were mixed in among the Turkish troops responsible for escorting.

These men were Count Provence's men, and on Count Provence's orders they had deliberately delayed their journey so that the Russians could prepare for battle.

"How did the British react?"

"Very honest, lazy and dozing off."

"That's good, I'll send them to sleep forever tonight. Haha, those artillery pieces are good things. You all have to keep an eye on me. Don't let those barbarians damage them!"

"By the way, how are the Russians prepared? This time they are escorting the Turks' elite light cavalry. If you can't eat them, everything will be in vain!"

"The Russians said they knew about it and asked us to spice up the Turks' dinner, and then everything would be easy!"

Gu Lu

"Poison? Are you kidding? How could this work?"

"You misunderstood, it's not poison, it's laxative, it just makes the Turks weak!"

"Haha, these polar bears are too bad, but I like them!"

The poor British and Turks had no idea what kind of danger they would face that night. In fact, the word danger had not appeared in their minds for a long time. After all, this is the hinterland of Turkey, and there can be no trace of Russian troops within a hundred or ten kilometers of the surrounding area. No one can imagine that they will be attacked in their own rear area.

At least Edward Jones had no idea that, as expected, the Turks failed to repair the wooden bridge, and he and his soldiers had to sleep in the wilderness. But he vowed to find the most beautiful Turkish dancer tomorrow night, and he would die drunk in the gentle land.

Looking forward to tomorrow, he had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he was happily holding a dozen beautiful exotic dancers in their arms.

As for the other half of the elite Turkish light cavalry, they did not have so much leisurely time. Starting from eight or nine o'clock in the evening, they started to have stomach upsets. At first, there were only a few people, but by midnight, almost everyone began to be upset.

At one point, they thought that their dinner was not clean and had spoiled their stomachs. They were so angry that they beat the cook. However, this did not solve the problem at all. As their urination became more and more frequent and violent, it was not only because the toilet was not enough. , even everyone collapsed.

And just when their feet were weak, their heads were dizzy, and their bodies were weak, a sharp whistle sounded, and shouts of killing could be heard from all over the mountains and plains. Masked armed bandits rushed out from all directions, and the food transport team was suddenly in chaos.

"What's going on! What's the situation?"

Edward hurriedly picked up his pants and rushed out of the tent. There were shouts of killing all around. From a distance, it seemed that the Turkish tent was on fire. What was even worse was that two people could be seen fighting in the raging fire. .

"I don't know, it seems like an enemy attack!"

Edward's troops were not confident when they answered, because this was the hinterland of Bulgaria. Where did the enemy attack come from? But there was no enemy attack, so why were the Turks killing people again? Could it be a mutiny?

Edward also suspected that there might be an internal mutiny among the Turks. After all, with the treatment they gave him, he would have been blown away by the treatment he received. He would have had a terrible job, a lot of work, and it was extremely dangerous. No one else could have endured it!

"Strengthen the vigilance and send someone to find out what's going on!"

For Edward, it has nothing to do with him whether the Turks fight life or death. He just needs to arrive at the front line safely with the cannon. The only thing he was worried about was that the Turks' mutiny would implicate him, so he specially warned: "Put up the flag and tell those infidels that we are British!"

This trick did work. Several waves of people arrived intermittently around his camp, but they only took a glance and left. This made Edward more and more convinced that the Turks had mutinied and had internal strife. If it was really an enemy attack, how could they miss such an obvious target?

"Why leave the British alone?" Razette was a little surprised.

Boris stretched himself: "Anyway, they are very good teachers and will not run away at all. After finishing dealing with the Turks, we can concentrate our troops to deal with them!"

Vishniak also comforted: "Don't worry, we will definitely do it if we agree to hand over those artillery pieces to you!"