"Commander, are you really preparing to launch an offensive soon?"
Ivanov Gorchakov's inquiry once again made Gorchakov's heart heavy.
He clearly knew that launching a full assault on Sevastopol while the army was plagued by disease was highly unwise, not to mention that the logistics of the Russian Imperial Army were still in a state of short supply.
If the Russian Empire managed to capture Sevastopol, all would be well, but if the Russian Empire faltered, the morale of the Imperial Army would plummet.
As the saying goes, defeat is like a landslide. Gorchakov feared he would follow in Menshikov's footsteps... no, he might even be judged worse than Prince Menshikov.
After all, Prince Menshikov faced an Allied force several times their size, so even losing would not be too disgraceful.
But Gorchakov held the entire elite forces of the Southern Front in his hands.
If they lost, Gorchakov could hardly imagine if the Empire's Southern Front would face collapse.
