Facing the loss of their flagship as well, the Russians had Archduke Konstantin Nikolayevich take command, and the reason for his assumption of command was perfectly natural.
Among the remaining Russian ships, Karl Augustus was now the largest, and her original captain, Kramer, was also deputy commander of the Black Sea Fleet.
Though the British Mediterranean Fleet had three deputy commanders, the three had originally come from three different fleets.
None of them could command the others' respect, much less command them. With the situation so dire, no one wanted to step forward and shoulder the blame, resulting in the present leaderless state.
Yet the situation on a battlefield changed in the blink of an eye. Who would give The British time to sort themselves out?
Archduke Konstantin Nikolayevich, commander-in-chief of the Black Sea Fleet, did not hesitate in the slightest. He directly ordered the previous suicidal attack to continue.
With the flagship leading from the front, the other Russian ships did not hesitate much either. From their previous experience, they knew that if they tried to flee all the way back to Sevastopol, the British would likely grind them down one by one.
Like a flock of sheep pursued by wolves, there was only one reason the wolves would stop chasing: the wolves had eaten their fill.
No one liked placing their fate in another's hands. Rather than gamble on luck, they would rather take a desperate chance—especially when they could see hope ahead.
And so, a bizarre sight emerged: the side that clearly held the advantage was fleeing, while a heap of rotten wood and tattered rags gave chase.
Two blossoms bloomed, each telling its own branch of the tale.
For several days in a row, Palmerston did not come to Hofburg Palace for another audience, and Prince