The regular cavalry of the Turks is all light. It consists of hussars and lancers, formed by the Napoleonic officer, Shemontzem Kollosom. I look at Sultan's beloved squadrons of guards. During maneuvers, the Sultan likes to command them himself. They are excellently ornately dressed: these jackets with yellow silk laces are very beautiful. ‘At first it was difficult to get them to sit in long stirrups, with their legs outstretched; the very Form of the European Federation was disgusting to them. And now even newly formed cavalrymen, if they are almost under surveillance, secretly shorten their stirrups. This comes from their habit of sitting in the barracks, and even in the guardhouses, on the floor, still with their legs tucked under them. The cavalry is exactly the same as the Turkish regular army: better recruits join it; All dandies of Constantinople serve in it. Gold embroidery suits their Azlyat posture; they love to jingle sabers and curtains but the pavement. The officers began to say hello in French, began to shuffle and bow in European style, and were considered among the youth to be the example of good manners. Young Turks are generally hospitable and friendly, especially to European officers; try to adopt their manners and ease; but TBM is limited to all of their formation.
During maneuvers, the cavalier attacks quickly at the first step, but the enemy soon gets upset and then straightens out quickly. Zafzdy is also bad; distances between divisions, or platoons, are poorly maintained; but I saw the formation of the regiment done at full gallop by the third squadron very well, quickly, and the line was observed properly. Horses are generally awesome; rare, two inches; but he cries are hot and well-seasoned. I could be wrong, but, in my opinion, nothing better is needed for a light cavalry.
In general, throughout the entire Armed Forces there is a certain line between officers and lower zines. According to the new regulations on regular troops, officers up to the rank of mator are subject to bodily punishments: they, just like soldiers, will be whipped on the chest with rods; vB5probably for getting used to receiving wounds in the chest, and not in the back.
The field artillery of the Turks has always been better equipped than the rest of the troops, and now has retained its primacy. But the guns are now incomparably better cast and ready for use. They owe this to the Frannuses. I hate Topgi and Kumbaradzhi (gunners and bombardiers in the army of Hazlil-Pashe, who is diligently working on improving this unit. The Ositsers are even studying mathematics, and some of them are quite good artillerymen.
A brief overview of my regular Turkish army, as well as all their innovations, clearly proves that all improvements in Tours were introduced by the personal motives of one nobleman, one Sultan. The people are indifferent to everything, and, immovable in their concepts, still want to comprehend where new inventions lead. Take, for example, the printing press, which, one might say, in one instant awakened the sleeping genes of Europe: it has existed here for the last century, and how many times has it been almost destroyed; His body is still sluggish and lifeless. Mahmud, who was more busy with the military reforms, did not forget to print books: new and beautiful letters were cast for his printers in Narizh, from Didot, and new presses were ordered from England. Several books have already been published: these are new military regulations, experiments on European tactics, and the History of the extermination of the Janissaries (“”). All this only proves that Mahmud is trying to recreate his people and his kingdom; but the people understand him little and do not sympathize with him at all.
On the third day of my visit to Seraskir, Akhmet-Masha sent to ask me when I was going to Brussa. He told me to say for his part that he was going there the next day, and that if I was too late, I would find him in Nikomidsh; Otherwise, he will arrange for me to find horses, escorts, and all the typesetters: they sit on the carpet, furnished on the web side with boxes of letters, type, and at the same time turn his pipe. only I please, in Nikomidi; and he will be waiting for me in Brousse. I told him to thank Pasha for his politeness, and to say that it was impossible to kill the myth before two days; that I’m expecting letters from Russia with the Odessa steamer, and I’ll go to the Princes’ Islands, I’ll stay for a day, and from there I’ll go to Nakomidya. By the way, let me say a few words about Akhmetv Nashb.