Struggle in Russia

In November, everything in Ukraine was depressed, and the fields were covered with large areas of withered yellow color, and there were not many living people in sight.

Dmitry reined in the reins and frowned involuntarily. Although he had expected the situation in Ukraine to be bad, he didn't expect it to be this bad.

We passed five or six villages along the way, but almost none of them were inhabited. They were as desolate and desolate as Siberia.

He raised his whip and said to the accompanying guards: "Go to the village to see if there are any living people!"

To tell the truth, he felt that there was little hope. This small village had already been devastated by the flames of war. The traces of the house being burnt can be seen with the naked eye, and the dark red blood can still be seen faintly. It is conceivable that something terrible must have happened.

But having no corpses is always a good thing. After all, corpses will not disappear by themselves, and cleaning corpses will definitely require people. The reason why people clean up the dead body must be to continue to survive.

Sure enough, the guards quickly brought back a little old man.

In his sixties or seventies, his balding skin was as dark brown as an orange peel, and he was wearing a crappy burqa, which was too big to belong to him.

The old man was terrified, and looked at Dmitri tremblingly, not knowing where to put his hands. Before Dmitri could ask him a question, he knelt down with a thud.

"My dear master, I really didn't do anything. I didn't kill Master Bashar's family, and I didn't rob him of food, let alone his money. It was all done by others. I am just cold , the steward Guy died, took his robe..."

In fact, Dmitry probably knew what happened without the old man saying. It may be that the local serfs revolted, or it may be that the serfs who rebelled outside came to this village. Killed the so-called Lord Bashar and robbed him of his money. .

The poor old man may have been terrified, or he might have been naturally timid, and did not dare to participate in this carnival. After the rebellious serfs had gone, he slipped out to clean up the scene and seized one insignificant but possibly crucial item—a ridiculous leather robe.

Dmitry didn't care what he did, so what to him if the old man really took part in the carnival? This tragedy was not made by him as a serf, it was the masters of tens of thousands of serfs in Russia who made the tragedy.

As long as they can control a little bit, they won't be wiped out.

But the old man was terrified. He kept begging for mercy, and even started to take off his clothes, promising again and again that he would never dare to steal again.

This made Dmitri very uncomfortable. He could see that the old man really needed this leather robe, because there were only two thin, shabby clothes under the leather robe, and it was a compliment to say that it was clothes. It's just a piece of rotten cloth. Ukraine's winter is not warm, and he will definitely not be able to survive this winter with this cloth.

He couldn't help but think of the thousands of serfs. These poor people are not much different from this poor old man. Most of them have no clothes, no food and no food to do the heaviest and most tiring work day after day.

But I can't exchange for a piece of clothing enough to keep out the cold and a full meal of food. Struggling on the death line as soon as winter comes!

And such a day may have passed by their ancestors for thousands of years!

"You keep the robe!" Dmitry sighed and asked, "How many people are there in the village?"

The old man was obviously stunned. From the moment he was brought in front of Demeter by the soldiers, he felt that he was in danger, and it was very likely that his old life would be confessed.

He really didn't expect that the officer in front of him, who looked like a high-ranking officer, would let him go and allow him to keep this leather jacket. When did the gentlemen become so talkative?

"The officer asked you something! Answer it quickly!"

The old man shivered, kowtowed and replied: "Thank you, noble lord, thank you for forgiving my sins and allowing me to keep this robe... there are three or four families left in the village, besides me and my old lady, there are Ivan, old Vasily and his little grandson..."

Dmitry asked again: "Where are the others? Are they all dead?"

The old man hesitated. This question made him very embarrassed. To be honest, he seemed to be a little sorry for those old neighbors, but the lying masters couldn't spare him. What should we do?

Dmitry sighed and said, "You don't have to be afraid, I don't plan to hold you accountable, if you're really in trouble, you don't have to answer."

The old man stared wide-eyed and swallowed, and asked cautiously: "Is it true that you will not be held accountable?"

Dmitry replied: "As long as they put down their weapons and confess their crimes, His Majesty will pardon them!"

The old man swallowed again, and then crossed himself excitedly: "Thank God, thank Your Majesty, there is finally a way out!"

After finishing speaking, he told Dmitri: "Dear master, after those thugs from UU reading www.uukanshu.com killed Master Bashar, some young men with rough hands and feet in the village were bewitched by them and robbed A lot of food went in the direction of Chernihiv, saying that they would kill all the lords... My God, I was terrified at the time, how can such a rebellious thing be said? It would cut out the tongue!"

"After they left, some of us old guys packed up the corpses, and several groups of thugs came behind, and then you came."

Dmitry nodded, and it was exactly as he expected. It seemed that the Chernihiv area was completely messed up.

After dismissing the old man, Dmitry's face was very serious. After leaving St. Petersburg, he rushed all the way to Chernihiv. I'm just worried that the situation will become like this.

But now the worry has come true, which shows that it is more difficult to put down the rebellion.

After all, he only has four or five thousand troops on hand. Although they are all elite troops loyal to the tsar, these people are like a drop of water in the vast sea of ​​Ukraine.

If all the serfs in Ukraine were incited, there would be tens of millions of them. How many rebels can they kill?

To put it bluntly, the Ukrainian rebels would exhaust them if they beheaded them!

Obviously, the most important thing in Ukraine's counter-insurgency is not to suppress bandits, but to appease people's hearts!

It's just that it's not easy to achieve this. When they left St. Petersburg, those conservatives still clamored to hang all the rebels. These pennyless iron **** would rather shed blood than take out a copper coin from their own treasury Appease the serf. Talking to them about the benefits of soothing people's hearts is completely like a chicken talking to a duck!

What's more, Count Rostovtsev's attitude is also there, he can't wait to make Ukraine more chaotic...