In response to Sardinia’s request for aid, the somewhat blunt Major General Trox sternly pointed at the Sardinian Kingdom officer’s chest and reprimanded, "What is going on with you Sardinians? Faced with the same sudden shelling, why is your army still not ready, while our French Army can quickly organize a counterattack!"

Major General Trox’s reprimand left the Sardinian Kingdom officer feeling a wave of shame.

The French Empire had indeed done its utmost for the Sardinian Kingdom. His Majesty the Emperor not only did not treat them disrespectfully as traditional vassal states but also equipped them with an artillery legion and thirty heavy cannons. He once heard Marshal La Malamor say that His Majesty had transported a total of fifty heavy cannons from France, leaving Sardinia with thirty and themselves with only twenty.

"Chief of Staff, the Sardinian Kingdom really can’t be compared to the French Empire!" The Sardinian Kingdom officer pleaded with Major General Trox, "Please, for the sake of France and Sardinia fighting side by side, save us!"

The Sardinian Kingdom now seemed like Zhang Lingfu defending on the slopes of Menglianggu, seeking aid from the "Tianxia" defending on Inkman Mountain.

Unfortunately, the Sardinian Kingdom "La Lingfu" was not intending to let the Russian Army have a "center blossom," but instead was being forced back by the Russian Army. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Of course, the Russian Army was not like that which emerged from hell ninety years later. They now seemed more like a diminished version of the KMT forces (post-412).

And the French forces were a relatively healthier version of the KMT forces (pre-412).

As for that idealistic army forged through blood and fire, led by a great man, there was no nation in the world possessing one.

"Tianxia"... no, it should be Trox... Despite his anger at Sardinia’s plea for assistance, Trox had no choice but to consider supporting Sardinia on the left flank.

Otherwise, if the Sardinian army retreated, the Russian Army would be able to position their artillery on the left flank and bombard France.

(Currently, Major General Trox did not know that the Russian Empire, with more than 60,000 people, had fewer cannons than the Third Division of the French Empire stationed here.)

Then, the French Empire might face an attack from two sides, not to mention he’s unclear about the situation around two kilometers away on the Fedorovskaya Ridge.

If they were also tangled with the Russian Empire, then Sardinia could not abandon its position.

Otherwise, the French Empire would face not just a two-sided attack but would be besieged from all sides.

At that point, Trox would have to consider leading his troops back to Sevastopol, rest in Sevastopol, and then go out to fight again.

However, the next time someone led the troops out to battle from Sevastopol, it might not be him.

After all, he was merely the Chief of Staff for the Guard Division. If not for his current superior Marshal Pellissier respecting his predecessor "boss," and Conrobel unwilling to take over the Guard Division, the temporary command would certainly not belong to him.

Thus, Trox could not afford any mistakes. He needed to make achievements to show His Majesty the Emperor at Sevastopol Fortress, only then could he firmly secure his position.

"Do you know how many Russians there are on the left?" Major General Trox immediately asked the Sardinian officer.

Hearing Major General Trox’s question, the face of the Sardinian Kingdom officer immediately lit up with a smile. He nodded vigorously and said to Major General Trox, "About four to five regiments!"

"Unexpectedly, you have as many as five regiments there too!" Major General Trox touched his chin in astonishment and pondered for a moment, as if talking to himself, "By this estimate, there should be at least over 40,000 Russian soldiers down the mountain!"

"Chief of Staff, if we don’t head over soon, I’m afraid the left flank will fall!" The Sardinian Kingdom officer urged Major General Trox.

"Alright then!" Major General Trox nodded and then ordered a regiment from the French Army on Inkman Mountain to follow him to aid, leaving the remaining soldiers to be ready to fiercely attack the invading Russian enemies at any time.

"One regiment? Can it really work?" The Sardinian Kingdom officer anxiously asked Major General Trox, "Russia is participating in the fight with almost four to five regiments!"

"One regiment is already enough!" Major General Trox confidently responded to the Sardinian Kingdom officer.

About 10 minutes later, an over 2000-strong regiment was assembled in four columns.

Major General Trox also ordered his horse to be brought out.

"Set off!" Major General Trox, sitting on horseback, pointed towards the ridge on Inkman’s left flank and spoke to the soldiers.

The fully assembled regiment marched mightily towards Inkman Mountain, swearing to aid the Sardinian army in the face of the Russian army’s attack.

Meanwhile, General Soyilov, stationed in the valley, flew into a rage upon receiving the news of a disastrous defeat from Inkman Mountain. He grabbed the documents from the tent and threw them directly at their faces.

The five regimental leaders did not dare to say a word, only listening with their heads down to General Soyilov’s "teachings."

"Are you still the elite of the Russian Empire? It’s only been about an hour, and your casualties have broken into four figures! What is going on here? Can you explain it to me clearly?" General Soyilov asked the five regimental leaders present in a trembling voice.

"General, this is what happened..." One of the regimental leaders vividly described the situation to General Soyilov.

"You were defeated so easily by them!" General Soyilov still wore an incredulous expression as he asked the regimental leader.

"Yes! The French Army didn’t give us any time to react at all! At a mere glance, they used their artillery, which had a longer range and greater power than ours, and smashed us to pieces!!" The leader of the Yekaterina Corps repeated the words General Soyilov had heard after the last failed attack, "Commander Sir, now the number of my troops is already less than half of what it was before the war, and many soldiers haven’t returned yet!"

The leader of the Tarujings Corps also expressed to Soyilov that his troop numbers had similarly decreased by about a quarter compared to before the war.

Following the lead of the Tarujings Corps and the Yekaterina Corps, the other regimental leaders also complained to General Soyilov, and Soyilov’s face grew increasingly gloomy. He felt that he was not commanding a well-trained army but rather a ragtag force.

However, this Soyilov in this timeline was far luckier than the Soyilov in historical times. Historically, after hastily countering the British Army’s attack on Inkman Mountain, he was immediately executed by the British forces.

But that wasn’t the end. After Soyilov’s death, Russia’s actions in attacking the British Army on Inkman Mountain continued, yet due to the lack of cooperation between Menshikov and Dannenberg, the Russian army, with nearly 40,000 soldiers, was chased and attacked by a regiment of French soldiers, forcing the Russian army into retreat.

When Menshikov and Dannenberg led their troops back to Bakhchisaray, they blamed each other for the lack of cooperation leading to the war’s failure and then unanimously laid the blame on Soyilov.

Poor Soyilov not only suffered during his life but also became a scapegoat after his death.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" General Soyilov softly inquired of the regimental leaders present.

The regimental leaders in the tent told General Soyilov that they only hoped to delay the attack and give them some time to collect the defeated soldiers.

"Alright!" Considering the army’s morale, General Soyilov had no choice but to nod in agreement with the regimental leaders’ suggestions.

After all five regimental leaders left, General Soyilov turned around and sat down on a chair.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the chair under his buttocks had become "scorching" hot, though he didn’t know when it started. He stood up straight, sighed, and then sat back down again.

Nevertheless, no matter how hot the chair got, he had to sit down, as this was his duty as a commander of the Russian Imperial Army.

After a while, a piece of news was delivered to the tent, and General Soyilov’s face immediately showed joy: "What? The operational range of the Sardinian troops on the left wing has been compressed into the trenches, not daring to show their heads!"

"Yes, General," the intelligence officer responsible for delivering the news immediately responded and then recounted the majority of the entire battle to General Soyilov.

After listening, General Soyilov was astonished at the combat capabilities of Sardinia.

Although he had repeatedly underestimated Sardinia, their combat power continued to refresh his understanding.

"Have you launched any attacks on the positions now?" General Soyilov asked excitedly.

"No!" The intelligence officer shook his head and responded to Soyilov: "We plan to first use artillery to smash their turtle shells, and then launch an attack on them!"

"No!" General Soyilov shook his head and responded to him: "You should seize the left wing at all costs, otherwise the French Army on Inkman Mountain will come to support them!"

"Inkman Mountain?" The intelligence officer was startled for a moment and cautiously inquired: "I remember Inkman Mountain should be our main attack direction this time..."

"That’s right! I dispatched five elite regiments there, and not only did they fail to advance a single step, but they also lost a batch of people... It’s really..." General Soyilov didn’t know what to say, he could only smile and ask the adjutant who delivered the intelligence to pass his orders to the Russian soldiers on the left wing of Inkman Mountain.

Unfortunately, they were still a step too late, for when the adjutant returned to the left wing of Inkman Mountain, he saw the Russian army retreating like a tide, and it was clear that the Russian army, having just achieved victory not long ago, once again faced defeat.