CHAPTER 3 An Ocean and a Continent Away
"Bring him in."
Kuzman rested his chin in his hand, it was the afternoon of March 27, 1846. He had asked Radko Genadiev to bring Lt. Col. Niloa Petrov to his office so he could speak with him. News of his valorous actions at Vidin had spread across Bulgaria and Kuzman wanted to meet the man for himself. He patiently waited, an unsealed letter from the Russian foreign correspondent in his hands. Nazaretian had delivered to him the previous morning, the seal already broken. He had read its contents with a grey mood, it was what Nazaretian did about the letter that irked him.
At that moment Radko entered the room with Niloa Petrov, he was of medium height and had dark hair, his eyes were also dark, with an ambitious look that seemed to have seen too much in their time.
Niloa Petrov saluted Kuzman," so you are the one who leads my nation."
"Indeed I am, you made quite a name for yourself at Vidin."
"The only joy I received that day was trotting on the dead Wallachians."
Kuzman raised his eyebrow at such a morbid statement. What kind of man would say that? He shook it off. "I have a job for you, in regards with this letter." He handed Niloa Petrov the letter for him to read.
Niloa Petrov gazed over the letter and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Sweden declared war on Russia in an attempt to liberate Finland? It says here the North German Federation joined on the side of Sweden. Surely you don't plan on leading Bulgaria into this war."
"I didn't, but Nazaretian replied to the letter before I had a chance to read it. He already swore Bulgarian aid in the war."
"So you want me to lead an army against the Germans?" Niloa Petrov's voice rose with excitement.
"Not at all."
Niloa Petrov visibly deflated and barely maintained eye contact with Kuzman. Radko tilted his head and gave a quizzical look.
"However General, I do want you to lead an expedition to the far-away land known as Sindh."
Niloa Petrov was not sure how to respond to this news. He had always wanted to be a General, but what was this place called Sindh? And what sort of monsters resided there?
"Thank you...sir." He turned to leave.
"You will be leaving on July 15th, the ships will take you there but it will be a one way trip. Once you land the ships will be scuttled, and more ships will come to bring you back in an unknown amount of time. Also three journalists will be accompanying you to take record of what happens."
Kuzman watched Niloa Petrov nod and head out. He then waited to see what developed in the North.
* * * * * *
Early on the morning of July 15th Nazaretian burst into Kuzman's quarters carrying a rolled up sheet of paper and looking furious.
"Where is the support Bulgaria promised Russia?!" Nazaretian was sure to let spit fly when he put emphasis on the B in Bulgaria.
"Bulgaria promised nothing. You did."
"Without all the help Russia could possibly get Russia will fall! Look!"
Nazaretian unrolls the paper and throws it in Kuzman's face, revealing its contents.
Kuzman looked over the map with glazed eyes. "It appears Russia is in danger. I wonder if they left room for the Bulgarian army, since they were told by a tanned rat that Bulgaria would be aiding them. Maybe the Germans focused their pushes on these weak spots meant for the Bulgarians, I bet whoever promised Bulgarian aid to Russia must feel awful."
Nazaretian clenched his teeth then threw a finger into Kuzman's chest. "You better send them an army. NOW!!!"
"Sorry, Tsar Armiya and Narodna Armiya are under the command of General Niloa Petrov, and are currently located somewhere in the middle of the ocean."
At that moment a palace guard entered the room. "Tsar Kuzman, your guest has arrived."
Nazaretian then snarled. "You're a child Kuzman! A giant child!" And stormed out of the room.
Kuzman dismissed the issue almost immediately, he was more concerned about his guest. His sweetheart from Krasnodar had arrived.
* * * * *
Being out at sea for weeks gave Niloa Petrov time to think, and be angry. The only reason that scum Kuzman sent him over to this barren land of savages is to dampen his fame! Petrov was a rising star! Now he will die in this god-forsaken land.
He had arrived much sooner than anyone had expected, but of course there was no way to relay messages back to Bulgaria. But he had arrived on the 6th of July, much sooner than estimated by the navigators and cartographers in Sofia. He landed his troops on the coast of this land called Sindh. The locals he captured and interrogated told him the largest city and the capital was called Karachi. An extremely irked Niloa Petrov marched in the direction the locals gave him.
The weather was hot and humid, the insects were awful and his men were getting sick, but he made it to Karachi.
He immediately ordered the cannons to fire upon the city.
The Sindi army immediately swarmed out of the city walls like ants from their nest. Their dark green shirts making it look as the grass had grown five feet and was rushing at the Bulgarian positions. The first wave of Sindi troops was repelled with little ease. At least one thousand Bulgarians died, but over 2,000 Sindi laid at their feet. The next wave of Sindi troops killed 2,000 Bulgarians, but their line held, wavering, but it held. However when the Sindi retreated the before they were given a chance to attack again the Bulgarians chased them down, grabbing them by the hair on their heads and driving bayonets through their throats, ordered by Niloa Petrov himself
Upon entering the city Petrov and his men went right to the Sultan's palace. His men barged the door down and Petrov entered, dragging the Sultan out by his hair. While he was in he had the rest of his army round up the residents in the city plaza. He dragged the Sultan to the center. He waited for them to stop crying in fear and said two simple words.
"Na Nozh!"[1]
He then thrust his bayonet through the Sultans throat, cries of sorrow could be heard from the natives as he fell and floundered in his own blood. Many of his men showed looks of disapproval, he had just killed royalty.
The next morning Niloa Petrov set out for the mountains of Sukkur. He found the army hiding in a small village. He had his men bombard the village with cannons, a fire started and Sindi army was forced to flee. As they fled a unit of the Bulgarian army cut them off. The Sindi army was surrounded, they were quickly beaten and many were killed, eventually they managed to retreat south.
"Fire the cannons."
Niloa Petrov's assistant looked confused. "But sir, they're retreating, the field is ours. They surrendered!"
"I said fire the cannons."
"But-"
Niloa Petrov turned to his assistant and swatted him upside the head, sending him a few steps back dazing him.
"Fire the cannons!"
Niloa Petrov ordering the cannons to fire. Many of the retreating Sindi died from the cannon fire.
After that Niloa Petrov followed the Sindi into the outhern mountains and then into Karachia again, where Niloa Petrov slaughtered the remaining Sindi.
After a two year shock-and-awe campaign Sindh surrendered and was annexed by Bulgaria. Niloa Petrov approached the three journalists.
"Tell me gentlemen, what did you see during this campaign?"
The first journalist was horrified. "You slaughtered them! Killed their leader! You're not a General you're a butcher!"
Niloa Petrov pulled out his pistol and shot the journalist in the chest, he then dropped his pistol and had his assistant hand him another one.
"And what did you see?"
The second journalist stuttered and looked around.
"well?"
The journalist froze in fear, unable to speak. Niloa Petrov then shot the journalist in the chest and had his assistant supply him with another pistol.
"And you?" He pointed his pistol to the third journalist.
The journalist took a deep breath to compose himself. "I saw a glorious military campaign that will surely bring prestige to Bulgaria, and more importantly the General of the army, Niloa Petrov."
Petrov smiled.
"Excellent."
* * * * *
Meanwhile the war in the North shifted sides. The Russians sent wave after wave of soldiers at the German lines, eventually pushing them back. Spain, who had joined the war on the side of Russia, landed on the southern coast of Sweden and forced Sweden to drop out of the war and free Norway.
The Russo-German front.
Spain's campaign in Sweden and its results.
Eventually the North German Federation was forced to surrender.
The new Bulgarian Empire.
However Kuzman cared little for the war in the North. Bulgaria had become an empire and his lover from Krasnodar, Liza Orlov was in Sofia with him.
And she was pregnant.
However, the Ottoman Empire saw the joyous atmosphere of Bulgaria, and they could not feel such joy towards Bulgaria.
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[1] Literally: By Bayonet
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"Bring him in."
Kuzman rested his chin in his hand, it was the afternoon of March 27, 1846. He had asked Radko Genadiev to bring Lt. Col. Niloa Petrov to his office so he could speak with him. News of his valorous actions at Vidin had spread across Bulgaria and Kuzman wanted to meet the man for himself. He patiently waited, an unsealed letter from the Russian foreign correspondent in his hands. Nazaretian had delivered to him the previous morning, the seal already broken. He had read its contents with a grey mood, it was what Nazaretian did about the letter that irked him.
At that moment Radko entered the room with Niloa Petrov, he was of medium height and had dark hair, his eyes were also dark, with an ambitious look that seemed to have seen too much in their time.
Niloa Petrov saluted Kuzman," so you are the one who leads my nation."
"Indeed I am, you made quite a name for yourself at Vidin."
"The only joy I received that day was trotting on the dead Wallachians."
Kuzman raised his eyebrow at such a morbid statement. What kind of man would say that? He shook it off. "I have a job for you, in regards with this letter." He handed Niloa Petrov the letter for him to read.
Niloa Petrov gazed over the letter and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Sweden declared war on Russia in an attempt to liberate Finland? It says here the North German Federation joined on the side of Sweden. Surely you don't plan on leading Bulgaria into this war."
"I didn't, but Nazaretian replied to the letter before I had a chance to read it. He already swore Bulgarian aid in the war."
"So you want me to lead an army against the Germans?" Niloa Petrov's voice rose with excitement.
"Not at all."
Niloa Petrov visibly deflated and barely maintained eye contact with Kuzman. Radko tilted his head and gave a quizzical look.
"However General, I do want you to lead an expedition to the far-away land known as Sindh."
Niloa Petrov was not sure how to respond to this news. He had always wanted to be a General, but what was this place called Sindh? And what sort of monsters resided there?
"Thank you...sir." He turned to leave.
"You will be leaving on July 15th, the ships will take you there but it will be a one way trip. Once you land the ships will be scuttled, and more ships will come to bring you back in an unknown amount of time. Also three journalists will be accompanying you to take record of what happens."
Kuzman watched Niloa Petrov nod and head out. He then waited to see what developed in the North.
* * * * * *
Early on the morning of July 15th Nazaretian burst into Kuzman's quarters carrying a rolled up sheet of paper and looking furious.
"Where is the support Bulgaria promised Russia?!" Nazaretian was sure to let spit fly when he put emphasis on the B in Bulgaria.
"Bulgaria promised nothing. You did."
"Without all the help Russia could possibly get Russia will fall! Look!"
Nazaretian unrolls the paper and throws it in Kuzman's face, revealing its contents.
Kuzman looked over the map with glazed eyes. "It appears Russia is in danger. I wonder if they left room for the Bulgarian army, since they were told by a tanned rat that Bulgaria would be aiding them. Maybe the Germans focused their pushes on these weak spots meant for the Bulgarians, I bet whoever promised Bulgarian aid to Russia must feel awful."
Nazaretian clenched his teeth then threw a finger into Kuzman's chest. "You better send them an army. NOW!!!"
"Sorry, Tsar Armiya and Narodna Armiya are under the command of General Niloa Petrov, and are currently located somewhere in the middle of the ocean."
At that moment a palace guard entered the room. "Tsar Kuzman, your guest has arrived."
Nazaretian then snarled. "You're a child Kuzman! A giant child!" And stormed out of the room.
Kuzman dismissed the issue almost immediately, he was more concerned about his guest. His sweetheart from Krasnodar had arrived.
* * * * *
Being out at sea for weeks gave Niloa Petrov time to think, and be angry. The only reason that scum Kuzman sent him over to this barren land of savages is to dampen his fame! Petrov was a rising star! Now he will die in this god-forsaken land.
He had arrived much sooner than anyone had expected, but of course there was no way to relay messages back to Bulgaria. But he had arrived on the 6th of July, much sooner than estimated by the navigators and cartographers in Sofia. He landed his troops on the coast of this land called Sindh. The locals he captured and interrogated told him the largest city and the capital was called Karachi. An extremely irked Niloa Petrov marched in the direction the locals gave him.
The weather was hot and humid, the insects were awful and his men were getting sick, but he made it to Karachi.
He immediately ordered the cannons to fire upon the city.
The Sindi army immediately swarmed out of the city walls like ants from their nest. Their dark green shirts making it look as the grass had grown five feet and was rushing at the Bulgarian positions. The first wave of Sindi troops was repelled with little ease. At least one thousand Bulgarians died, but over 2,000 Sindi laid at their feet. The next wave of Sindi troops killed 2,000 Bulgarians, but their line held, wavering, but it held. However when the Sindi retreated the before they were given a chance to attack again the Bulgarians chased them down, grabbing them by the hair on their heads and driving bayonets through their throats, ordered by Niloa Petrov himself
Upon entering the city Petrov and his men went right to the Sultan's palace. His men barged the door down and Petrov entered, dragging the Sultan out by his hair. While he was in he had the rest of his army round up the residents in the city plaza. He dragged the Sultan to the center. He waited for them to stop crying in fear and said two simple words.
"Na Nozh!"[1]
He then thrust his bayonet through the Sultans throat, cries of sorrow could be heard from the natives as he fell and floundered in his own blood. Many of his men showed looks of disapproval, he had just killed royalty.
The next morning Niloa Petrov set out for the mountains of Sukkur. He found the army hiding in a small village. He had his men bombard the village with cannons, a fire started and Sindi army was forced to flee. As they fled a unit of the Bulgarian army cut them off. The Sindi army was surrounded, they were quickly beaten and many were killed, eventually they managed to retreat south.
"Fire the cannons."
Niloa Petrov's assistant looked confused. "But sir, they're retreating, the field is ours. They surrendered!"
"I said fire the cannons."
"But-"
Niloa Petrov turned to his assistant and swatted him upside the head, sending him a few steps back dazing him.
"Fire the cannons!"
Niloa Petrov ordering the cannons to fire. Many of the retreating Sindi died from the cannon fire.
After that Niloa Petrov followed the Sindi into the outhern mountains and then into Karachia again, where Niloa Petrov slaughtered the remaining Sindi.
After a two year shock-and-awe campaign Sindh surrendered and was annexed by Bulgaria. Niloa Petrov approached the three journalists.
"Tell me gentlemen, what did you see during this campaign?"
The first journalist was horrified. "You slaughtered them! Killed their leader! You're not a General you're a butcher!"
Niloa Petrov pulled out his pistol and shot the journalist in the chest, he then dropped his pistol and had his assistant hand him another one.
"And what did you see?"
The second journalist stuttered and looked around.
"well?"
The journalist froze in fear, unable to speak. Niloa Petrov then shot the journalist in the chest and had his assistant supply him with another pistol.
"And you?" He pointed his pistol to the third journalist.
The journalist took a deep breath to compose himself. "I saw a glorious military campaign that will surely bring prestige to Bulgaria, and more importantly the General of the army, Niloa Petrov."
Petrov smiled.
"Excellent."
* * * * *
Meanwhile the war in the North shifted sides. The Russians sent wave after wave of soldiers at the German lines, eventually pushing them back. Spain, who had joined the war on the side of Russia, landed on the southern coast of Sweden and forced Sweden to drop out of the war and free Norway.
The Russo-German front.
Spain's campaign in Sweden and its results.
Eventually the North German Federation was forced to surrender.
The new Bulgarian Empire.
However Kuzman cared little for the war in the North. Bulgaria had become an empire and his lover from Krasnodar, Liza Orlov was in Sofia with him.
And she was pregnant.
However, the Ottoman Empire saw the joyous atmosphere of Bulgaria, and they could not feel such joy towards Bulgaria.
_______________________
[1] Literally: By Bayonet
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