Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Chapter 327 029 The Guards finally set out
As for now, although it is night, Bai Ye is here, and the drinks that the Princess's wife ordered are not tea or coffee, but kvass.

"This one is better. It tastes pretty good."

"This is home-brewed. It definitely tastes different from the ones out there."

“Just the taste”

It smells a bit too good. Solovyov hadn't thought of this kind of use.

"Why, does it taste wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just the taste of Ivan tea leaves mixed with kvass."

For her part, Adela, a little French girl, did not taste the strange combination as her dear brother did, and drank it endlessly.

She had absolutely none of the reserve and obedience that a maid should have, but the princess was still very lenient towards guests, and Solovyov, on his part, was somewhat indulgent towards Adela.

"It seems that Adela likes this taste very much."

"She's French, she won't experience this weirdness."

Actually, among the people sitting at the table, Solovyov was the only Russian.

Prince Yusupov's family was a famous Tatar noble family. Both the princess and her uncle Prince Potemkin had mixed origins, although their backgrounds could not be said to be untraceable.

Solovyov's habit, on the other hand, after the transformation like taking over another's body, is just "a Russian who loves oriental culture", and there is no way to make it too conspicuous.

Although the buildings in St. Petersburg belong to Russia, it is difficult to verify who owned this land as it was repeatedly contested. However, the people living here do come from many places in Eurasia.

This stitching feeling is also different from other places in Europe.

"But she likes it here very much, and if she opens her mouth, no one will know that she is from Paris."

"Yes, and sometimes he speaks some country dialect, which I taught him."

"You still have this hobby?"

The Princess's friendliness towards Solovyov not only treated him as a neighbor but also as a friend in the social circle. Her niece had a very good relationship with Solovyov.

“Yeah, but study.”

He wanted to say he was learning a foreign language, but he didn't say it.

Besides, he was feeling sleepy now.

"Ma'am, thank you very much for your hospitality. Adela and I need to go back."

"Yes, it's just a few steps away. Once you step out of my front door, you're almost home. I hope you can come visit us often while we're here."

"Adela is at home, but I shall be in the Guards in the next few days, taking part in this war with the French."

"Well, good luck to you too, Misha."

Soloviev kissed his wife's hand and left, but gave her children hugs.

Well, Ekaterina of this family is just like little Katya in Dresden. She is quite well-behaved. At least she won’t cause trouble like her two ridiculous cousins.

One of them eventually divorced Count von Paalen, and the origin of the daughter she gave birth to is still unclear.
As for the younger one, Solovyov knew her well. When she was in St. Petersburg, she would not do anything wrong under the eyes of her girlfriends, but she went to Vienna for recuperation.

I always feel that I will be targeted by a pervert who likes women's clothing and lives in Vienna. After all, it is difficult to find a young lady with a baby face and big breasts.

That Metternich, not only used his own friends to raise poison and cultivate pro-Austrian Russian diplomats, but also extended his claws to his senior brother's wife, who was also his friend, Solovyov thought.

What would he think if he knew that Suvorov Jr.'s ex-fiancée, the wealthy duchess, had been slept with by Metternich, and thanks to the "new medical skills" popular in the German-speaking area at the time, she was able to have children and was now waiting to give birth in her country estate?

Anyway, the butterfly effect he brings always appears in unexpected places.

In addition, Archduke Karl had a son as his first child, but Austrians all name their children in a stereotyped way, so he naturally named his son a combination of Albrecht Friedrich Rudolf.
Because his son was born, he was freed, so that the Austrian army in Italy was not left without a commander.

Now the anti-French alliance can finally be deployed in advance, and another large-scale war around France is about to begin.

Solovyov also had to prepare his military uniform at home, as this time he would have to travel a long way and for a long time.

"Brother, you must come back safely this time."

Adela kept complaining as she helped him pack his luggage.

"But on the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of people are risking their lives. Adela, I can only promise that I will pay attention to my own safety, but bullets and shells don't have eyes."

Seeing her worried face, Solovyov had to change his words.

"But there are so many people on the battlefield. Unless we have to fight with knives, who would deliberately aim at you and shoot? Of course, I am an officer."

You can't say that. After all, she's a girl and it's hard for her to understand war.

He swallowed the rest of his words. The light infantry on the opposite side were indeed not very smart and would always target the officers.

Of course, the soldiers under his command, who were doing the same job, often did the same thing.

In addition to drummers and musicians, those who carry flags, officials, tall people, and those who ride horses around are all their priority targets.

After everything was almost ready, Solovyov piled all the luggage onto the carriage.

He did not bring servants from home, although as the regiment commander he had this privilege. He only needed an orderly in the regiment who was quick-eyed and efficient.

"Adela, take good care of the house. I should be back soon after fighting the French."

"Brother." Adela took out a snuff bottle and put it in Solovyov's breast pocket.

"Why did you give me this? I'll sneeze if I take snuff, and you won't let me use it in the house."

"But if you go out, you're not at home anymore. I know you take a little snuff sometimes."

"Ah, it's a bad habit I picked up when I went to Sweden."

Solovyov smiled helplessly, it was really a bit funny.

However, he didn't become addicted to it, he just used it to stimulate himself when he was taking a nap. But the snuff bottle itself had some problems.

Frederick the Great was once shot in the chest, and it was the snuff bottle that saved his life.

If you put this thing in your chest pocket, maybe you can use it as a "resurrection armor".

The Russian soldiers were even more fearless, as if the Patriarch could cast a spell to resurrect them from behind.

When going to the front line to fight, the biggest concern was the Tsar himself.

Now, the monarch of an empire has never been to the battlefield, but he wants to do things that are clearly not his job. He is somewhat like a rooster laying eggs.

When the Guards and the garrison troops near St. Petersburg set out, there was a somewhat fanatical atmosphere on the streets of St. Petersburg.

After Peter the Great, no Tsar had personally led an expedition, and this time the scale of the campaign was even greater, with both the Tsar himself and Grand Duke Constantine going out.

Before they took action, Kutuzov's corps had already set out, entered Habsburg territory, and was advancing westward.

The war is about to come at this time, but the legions are still deployed in advance.

Many women in the palace were now wearing gorgeous clothes, bidding farewell to the Tsar, his noble sons, and the guards they led.

Solovyov was the commander of the Guards Chasseur Regiment, and he had to walk at the front of the team during the review.

However, when the Russian army marched in this form to the accompaniment of military music, the music that Solovyov composed for the jägers was somewhat outrageous.

After all, the piece he copied was composed by a Frenchman, a piece used by a group of people who had to go out and rob people when their lives were tough.

It sounds a bit strange, Solovyov thought, damn, now we have become a "gun-drawing team".

Of course, Langeron went on the expedition with Kutuzov. The governor-general's district where he was in charge was right on the border, so he would not complain about the Russians while they were marching, and he even made up a "French ditty".

As for this kind of parade, the officers walked in the front. It was no problem for young officers like him to march like this, but for some older officers, their arms and legs were too old.

It is no wonder that some older officers often say that Solovyov is a kid who is deliberately making things difficult for us in front of the emperor and making the inspection regulations so complicated.

But the minister Sergei Kuzmich who stayed behind in St. Petersburg, who had to take the place of the Tsar during every review and whose hands were sore and whose horses were bumpy, had not said anything yet.

In such a strange atmosphere, the Russian Guards finally left St. Petersburg and prepared to march towards the border.

In the initial stage of the war, it is not certain that we will be able to catch up, after all, there are still tens of thousands of troops led by Kutuzov ahead, and they have to march ahead to meet up with the Austrians.

As for Alexander, he now looks very confident and proud.

In public, he said goodbye to Louisa with a hug and a kiss, after which his wife and lover, along with his large group of lovely daughters, had a lively time at court with him.

Now, we are about to go to the battlefield. He even believes that the total strength of the coalition forces is obviously superior to mine, and there is still a great chance of winning this war.

At this time, it is somewhat difficult to get him to listen to some different opinions.

As for the Tsar’s own headquarters, it also included many generals.

It's just that Bagration went to Kutuzov, and during the march, Solovyov, as the commander of the regiment, actually had to do a lot of work as the regimental general.

Therefore, instead of riding a horse or marching on foot with the soldiers as usual, he sat in a carriage.

He also had to look at documents. Although it seemed like he could take a break here, he still couldn't sit still.

There are many administrative documents, orders and regulations that need to be passed on.

Speaking of which, the job of regiment commander general is indeed very troublesome for some Russian generals, and they prefer to let military secretaries handle most of the matters.

Solovyov knew about the orders given by Alexander. He had never been to the battlefield, but now he was full of confidence. This was not a good idea.

But there is no way around it, after all he is the Tsar.
But Solovyov was also worried. According to legend, the Tsar would die if he lost a battle, but the Tsars who succeeded in a coup were usually young monarchs or had been rebelled against by their close ministers. No one had ever seen such a legendary Tsar.

In other words, a lot of content is an information cocoon built by some people through the barriers between different languages, and then some people take this information that is not even distributed by second-hand dealers and talk nonsense in the public opinion field.

Even the Napoleon that is now rumored in St. Petersburg is described as "wise and powerful."

But as Josephine's adopted nephew, Napoleon was her uncle. Those who might have seen him in person would know that this short and strong man from Corsica had great personal charm, but it was far from what these people boasted about.

He is a person who is sometimes petty and sometimes magnanimous.

This time when we go to Europe to fight, we will have to fight the French in their full form with real guns and swords.

Speaking of which, it’s quite exciting.

When Solovyov thought of this, he realized that what he had encountered might be the most troublesome copy among all the time travelers.

After all, others act as the atmosphere group to steal credit when the game is going their way, or they create a situation that looks critical, but the opponents lose their composure and they are able to counterattack with the aura of the protagonist.

When it comes to him, the opponent is the biggest BOSS in this copy, and he will not make mistakes easily.

He thought that if he was lucky enough to reach the Four Fleets and meet Napoleon's army in the Guards, he would have to live like this for a few more years.

The Russian army kept failing and was finally defeated at its doorstep. At this stage, if he had not died or been seriously injured, he would still have a great chance of becoming a general.

After all, it has been shown in the military reorganization that many officers of the same rank as him are not necessarily more capable than him. In fact, among all the colonels, he is still one of the more outstanding ones and has the opportunity to become a general.

However, he may not have the opportunity to gain infinite confidence like his uncle after taking the bridge, and he does not intend to elevate his fan behavior to that of an idol.

Moreover, it is not okay to trust your own strength too much. It is not like you can get any benefits by kneeling on the ground. Such a coward is really bad.

Apart from this, a person does not necessarily have the halo of a protagonist. After all, if a shell really hits you, no one will have eyes.

The Guards' marching column, with the leading cavalry unit already heading for the road to Minsk, while the troops at the end, after receiving the order, were still staying in the Gatchina area.

After several years of peace, the Russian army is once again about to set foot on the European battlefield, but they don't know what kind of situation is waiting for them, and they have no chance to command mechanically with a script.

Perhaps, only when you are in such a large team can you realize how insignificant a person is.

(End of this chapter)