Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Chapter 441 018 A Meat-Grinding Battle (VIII) The Morning of the Second Day of the Battle

For the French, the cost was simply too great. Soldiers fighting in such an icy and snowy environment, once they were shot and fell down, if no one took them to relatively safe first aid stations and field hospitals further behind in time, they would most likely be called by God to a place with abundant water and grass.

If you die here, no minister will wipe your tears. You will just be hastily buried or put in a coffin.

The situation is not optimistic for both sides, that is, soldiers who are injured in winter have a lower chance of infection.

But this is not really a benefit. After all, no one has an easy time after being injured.

If you see the field hospitals on both sides filled with wounded soldiers, you will know that neither side is having a good time.

"These were delivered today, General. I can't say anything if you come here to see them. Only seriously injured people are sent to me. You will know what's going on once you see them."

"The environment is still pretty bad. Even if the environment is improved and disinfection measures are carried out, there is still such a bad smell."

"There's nothing we can do. According to the 'pathogen theory' you mentioned, there are microorganisms and pathogens in the environment. The conditions here are limited. We should thank God that we can maintain basic cleanliness."

"Well, we can only meet the disinfection measures that the doctor requested in Petersburg. If it is a drug for treatment, I have been in the army and have a lot of work to do. I can't complete these tasks one by one. I don't believe that there are omniscient and omnipotent people in this world. Even God can be negligent sometimes."

"You can't say that."

"That's true, but I've been to France and Italy, and there are people like that there. Well, you can go about your business." Here, it's best not to disturb the doctor's work.

Solovyov then left the field hospital, but considering the thing about organic chemistry, although Russia is very good at it, those chemists now don’t even know whether their parents exist, let alone liquids.

Therefore, as for sulfonamide drugs, even though he knew the general route, he didn't have any better solution.

Some traditional medical methods may be more useful when it comes to stopping bleeding and disinfecting, such as processed Chinese medicine and its hemostatic effect.

From this perspective, trade with China is still very important, especially in providing a large amount of medicinal materials.

However, when he left St. Petersburg, Alexander had not yet decided who to send to Beijing to present a new letter of credence and "tribute".

That was not something he could think about right now, but after walking a distance, he heard the sound of a balalaika.

But the songs they sang were still relatively old.

Nowadays, the balalaika is still more popular than the bayan, but it doesn't look so pleasing to the eye in the hands of Quartermaster Stazenko.

After all, Solovyov always suspected that this guy in charge of military supplies was stealing when he was in the Selenge Regiment, but he had no evidence.

"What do you play, Statzenko?"

"It's the song that goes from Peter Street."

"You mean the song sung by the horsemen on Tverskaya Street in Moscow?"

"That's it. But how should we address you, young commander? You are now a general and the chief of staff of the corps."

"Besides, you are the aide-de-camp to the Emperor. After all, you are also a general, not a colonel."

These old soldiers started to make a fuss again, and someone else said this later.

"You said that. Well, if he is the master, he still looks a little old. He is still a young master after all. After all, he hasn't married yet!"

"It will be soon. When the war is over and the year of my secret engagement is up, we can get married."

"Whose family is your wife from, sir?"

Stachenko also speaks like a chameleon, and now he has changed his tone.

"Come to think of it, he has some connection with our group."

"We don't need to guess, it's probably the granddaughter of old Prince Krimsky. This girl has so many good things to offer!"

"Stachenko, you are talking like that. Did Siberia freeze your brain?"

"That's absolutely not the case. If you want to talk about the origin, it was during the time of the old Selenge Group. That's too easy to guess."

"Well, that's it."

But Solovyov looked at Staschenko, who was still holding a pipe, but it was not smoking.

That's why the accent sounds weird.

"Why isn't there a light in your pipe?"

"This thing looks like it's blocked, so I'm just holding it in my mouth."

"I don't care about the pipe. You know I don't smoke or drink, especially among women and children."

"There are no women here either. And remember, back in Poland, the Polish women were pretty good, all slim and sexy, but here there are so few people, there's not even a single big, muscular German woman."

These guys.
Solovyov refrained from complaining, but the opposite was true in St. Petersburg.

Of course, Louisa's figure was a mystery. She had only become a little plumper after having six children, with some fat on her belly, but overall she was still quite slim.

As for the Polish girl, she wasn't big and strong, but she was too strong.

If we talk about the thicker German woman, it would probably be Louisa's thicker sister, whom Czartoryski unfortunately married and gave birth to his son.

"Hey, you guys, you can really chat right now. It's almost dawn, and I'm afraid there will be another fierce battle."

"It doesn't matter, little captain, just sit down and play a song for us."

"You want me to play this? I'm not very good at playing the balalaika. When I was in the palace, there were a few people around the emperor who played guitar."

"That doesn't matter. Come and try the tone."

Although Solovyov spent a short time in the Selenge Regiment, his prestige was very high, probably because he mastered core technologies.

As for the balalaika, it was difficult for Solovyov not to think of that piece of music.

"The Volga River is covered with ice and snow, and troikas are running on its banks."

The problem is that this piece of music was also created after 1901.

After hearing this, the old soldiers in the Selenge Regiment who were born as serfs were all moved.

"Except for the old emperor and the Grand Marshal who are no longer with us, only people like you still care about us soldiers in your heart."

Solovyov thought about it and thought that the rich master had slept with the serf girls a lot. Even if he changed the song, he wanted to deprive them of their pitiful means of production. In the eyes of the soldiers, he was just a master. Although there was a big difference between a master and a master, it was rare to dare to sing like this.

After all, Solovyov was a picky eater and was more considerate of his servants. He only slept with pretty young widows and wives.
However, what is more embarrassing is that these people are of foreign descent, or even foreigners.

In Russia, he hasn't even slept with a single Russian girl. He probably has to wait until he marries a wife before he can succeed. This is quite funny.

"Yes, you soldiers have a hard life. You are so far away from home, fighting the French. You have to serve in the army for 25 years. You have to sleep in the open and endure hunger, fighting the enemy in a foreign country. But there is one good thing about this, that is, you have to leave your hometown and go out. I'm afraid that few people in the village will have experienced this, right?"

"You're right, that's about it."

"Also, you are all honorable heroes in war. If you perform well in this battle, perhaps I can apply for a medal for you."

As a soldier, I felt more inspired after hearing this. This country is worthy of being the birthplace of your great ancestor.

In fact, it was Solovyov who heard the news and wanted to issue medals to Russian soldiers. This was implemented for a while when Paul was in power. After Alexander came to power, he thought that the Ministry of War and the masters in St. Petersburg could be restored and the soldiers could be awarded the St. George Medal. This was a good policy for which he was thankful. At least it could encourage the soldiers to fight bravely.

You know, some of these veterans actually have wives or brothers and sisters at home. Even if someone dares to deduct the bonus, it is better to take some than to get nothing at all.

Moreover, since Prince Kurakin launched the comprehensive "property confiscation reform", the Russian procuratorate has also been very harsh on local civil servants. It is not ruled out that some of them have to hand over hundreds to thousands of rubles as contributions to the country.

When Solovyov thought about this, he found it ridiculous. The Qing Dynasty and Tsarist Russia were surprisingly similar in some areas, even a bit abstract.

"Little Captain, is this true?"

"It can't be fake. The review of officers' medals and soldiers' awards is supposed to go through the headquarters. Although our commander-in-chief is from France, who else is there in the headquarters besides the Germans?"

"Ah, no wonder, no wonder."

"Okay, I won't say any more to you, let's listen to this song!"

Then, after getting used to the balalaika, Solovyov began to play a more cheerful piece.

But these soldiers are really not idle. The Russian army doesn’t have a political commissar, so we can only say that the commander-in-chief is not at home today.

At this moment, Langgelon was indeed hiding in the basement of the church and sleeping.

On the other hand, Solovyov, as the chief of staff, has a very hard job. He has too much work to do. Now that he has nothing to do, he dare not go to sleep and can only keep himself occupied by drinking tea and coffee.

Being a general commanding thousands of troops seems to be a very refreshing thing, but without a good physique, even a young man may not be able to endure it.

Solovyov knew that he was in good health, and he hoped that after the battle, there would be some peace and quiet in East Prussia.

If he can set up winter camp, he will go to Jelgava to have a good rest.

Since he couldn't sleep, being with these soldiers might make him happier.

As for these veterans and the Cossacks camping nearby, their knees are really strong.

Solovyov had been wounded in the knee by a French bullet while fighting at Novi, Italy, so he would not have made such drastic movements.

These soldiers were really happy, but the brothers who were on duty in the first half of the night and resting in the second half were also sleeping soundly under blankets and coats, and were not affected at all.

But when the sun rose as usual the next morning, the Russian soldiers still formed into formation on time according to the stipulated time.

In accordance with the requirements of Langgeron and Solovyov, in the battle on the second day, the Russian troops on the front line were arranged into two horizontal rows, the artillery and cavalry deployment was strengthened, and part of the infantry was rotated to the second line as a reserve.

Baron Sacken did not retreat, but if Surter launched an attack, he would fight and retreat, trying to slow down the opponent's attack speed.

Only when necessary would Somov's two regiments come over to join the battle.

As for the French side, they were also lined up, ready to launch another attack on the Russian army.

"Not a bad formation, isn't it?"

Bagration remembered that at Scheingraben the French had marched in like manner in neat rows.

At that time, they only launched a charge, shouted "Ura", and let the French soldiers retreat and reorganize, but did not engage in a direct bayonet fight with them.

Today, the French troops prepared to launch an attack only after the artillery was ready.

However, for Napoleon, the fact that the Seventh Army was blinded by artillery fire the day before forced him to act more cautiously, and he let Davout, Ney and Soult all launch attacks.

For a moment, there seemed to be a change. No attack was a feint, and now they were all main attacks.

I don't know what effect this random punching style will have.

But the pressure came to the Russian side. Although the Prussian army joined the battlefield and was able to pull out the three brigades of the 4th Division as reinforcements and deploy them to the battlefield in need, the Russian army suffered heavy losses.

As for Augereau, in the chaotic "slaughterhouse" yesterday, Russian officers and soldiers also discovered that there was a team of soldiers wearing bear-skin hats, who seemed to appear in the distance.

"Damn it, it seems that Bonaparte is approaching."

When Langeron arrived at his new position in Essen and looked south from the artillery position, he did see the French Guards and heavy cavalry.

He also knew that although Napoleon might not bet everything on one throw today, he also wanted to launch a decisive offensive, but he didn't know how to do it.

"What is coming will come, haha"

Solovyov yawned and also looked in the direction of the Guards.

"Why, you can't bear it anymore?"

"I haven't slept all night yet, and I led a team to attack the enemy at night the day before!"

"That's great, you are much better than Marshal Sachs!"

Langgeron's words were incoherent, but the French marshal was quite lascivious and had vulgar tastes.

I don't know whether this is a compliment or a complaint.

But when the war breaks out, we still need to fight Napoleon for another day.

This is really very painful. If I don’t rest tonight, I can barely hold on.

If I come here a few more nights, I might be able to buy a small plot of land in the Alexander Nevsky Monastery and bury myself there.

(End of this chapter)