"Hurrah! Long live the Russian Empire! Long live His Majesty the Tsar!"
"Long live the French Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Long live Britain! Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"
The fierce battle between England, France, and Russia formally began around six twenty in the evening.
At this moment, the sky above the Sevastopol Fortress was only left with a strip of red sunset, as if embellished with a red border for the evening sky.
The soldiers of the Zuav Corps and the Highland Brigade no longer cared about any casualties, as if they were mad, charging forward recklessly.
The Russian Army in the trenches likewise desperately blocked the advance, and the attackers and defenders fought with all their might, like two ferocious beasts tearing into each other. Gunfire, the clash of metal, and screams echoed across the entire battlefield; on average, dozens of soldiers died every minute.
