"What? London is ordering my troops to support Silistra right now?"
Inside the tent at Rhodes Island, Duke of Raglan looked at Ambassador Canning, who had arrived at Rhodes Island by motorboat, with a face full of surprise, and confronted him with slightly agitated words.
"Commander Raglan, please don't be so excited!" Ambassador Canning whispered with a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Does London know that when I took over this troop, it was already on the verge of collapse! A 7% casualty rate is not a small number! And now, after just a week, they want us to head to Silistra! Are they not afraid of inciting a mutiny?" Baron Raglan couldn't help but vent all his anger on Canning.
The harsh cold on the Gallipoli Peninsula not only brought physical harm to the British Army but also a psychological blow. Expecting them to overcome their fear of the cold after just a week, especially for British troops inexperienced in bloody battles, was an impossible task.
