章 102: AN-M1 Debut

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the plain as the allied army assembled. The British troops were stationed on the left of the Sevastopol Road, with the French and Turks positioned on the right, stretching out towards the coast. The plan was for the two armies to advance simultaneously on a broad front and try to turn the enemy's flank on the left further inland.

"Hold your ground, men! Don't let them take an inch!" the French commander shouted to his soldiers, the strength of his shout was gradually losing as he found something odd.

As the French troops advanced toward the Russian lines, the sound of gunfire erupted, filling the air with a deafening roar. The French commander shouted at his men to hold their ground, but his voice wavered as he sensed something amiss. 

"What's happening?"