Struggle in Russia

Alexander Vasilyevich wandered around the field with the guards doing nothing. Of course, it was not because he liked to take a walk or take a walk. He was originally planning to go hunting. After all, it was really meaningless to stay in the camp.

Day after day, in addition to training, there are meetings, which suffocates the individual. He is a very traditional aristocratic officer. For him, life in the barracks is definitely not what it is now. Look at Crimea, even if they are surrounded in Sevastopol, these nobles can still sing and dance. How happy it is to drink spicy food!

But this wonderful military camp life was ruthlessly ended by Dmitry. Not to mention the food and drink, it was simply pig food for the serfs. A little pickled pork and white bread and butter sent them away. There is no whiskey, no vodka, and even beer, which is like water, has to be supplied in limited quantities. Is this how people live?

He can understand that the current supply is tight, and the treasury may not be able to provide them with enough money to eat well, but this is not a problem at all!

Look at him, the majestic Earl, who owns tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land and more than 20,000 serfs. He is really rich if he has a house and land at home. He just plucked out a hair, and the food and drink of the entire headquarters was enough for the nobles, big and small.

But it happened that this Dmitry gave a death order, and they were not allowed to eat or drink, even if they paid for it themselves. This made him very puzzled!

Why can't he eat his own!

It's just that Dmitry is not interested in explaining to him at all. In fact, Dmitry really doesn't need to explain to him. As the chief of staff and the person in charge of counter-insurgency operations dispatched by the tsar, like Alexander Vasiliev A little colonel like Qi can be dismissed with a wave of his hand.

In short, Alexander Vasilyevich dared not speak out against Dmitri. He knew that he could not afford to offend Dmitri, but he could not understand or accept this order, so he could only Chewing his tongue behind his back and saying strange things, he became angry.

For example, going out to "hunt" this time means going out for reconnaissance in name. Of course, he will definitely not go to reconnaissance the enemy. Stupidly rushing to the front line!

It's just that he went all the way, and the depression and desolation of Ukraine far exceeded his expectations. He didn't see a deer, a swan, or even a wild rabbit.

There is nothing in this land except white snow and withered trees, it is completely dead!

"Damn it, why is there not even a single living creature!"

Alexander Vasilyevich was sitting on horseback cursing and chattering. The Ukraine in his impression was not like this. When he passed by here a year ago, there were hares, deer and wild boars all over the mountains. Not rare to eat.

Where have all these animals gone in just one year?

"Go and ask, where are the animals around here? Damn it, I can't come out for nothing! If I don't even bring back a hare, I will definitely be laughed at by the damned Nikolai Alexandrovich !"

Nikolai Alexandrovich was a colonel of the artillery, and also Alexander Vasilyevich's deadly rival. The two were fellow villagers with similar identities. An earl and a marquis. They had been comparing each other since they were young.

Who has faster horses, who has more serfs than who, in short, there is a winner in everything.

The last time Nikolai Alexandrovich went out for reconnaissance, he only brought three wild rabbits with him when he returned. Alexander Vasilyevich laughed at him severely. At that time, the former argued that there were no animals in Ukraine, that is, he was able to hunt wild rabbits because of his high level, and Alexander Vasilyevich would not be able to hunt anything!

Originally, Alexander Vasilyevich didn't believe that he couldn't even hit a wild rabbit in the face, but after he really came out, he realized that he seemed to be wrong. But the rhetoric has already been released, he can't be worse than that bastard, can't he!

"No! I must exceed one head, and I must get a bigger animal to go back!"

Alexander Vasilyevich was furious, raised his whip and whipped it down fiercely, and the steed under his crotch led him galloping all the way to search for the distance.

His idea was very simple, since there were no animals around the camp, he should go a little farther away. He didn't believe that such a big Chernihiv couldn't find a decent animal!

Alexander Vasilyevich ran very fast. After galloping for two hours, his heart was cold. It is said that he had already run for nearly twenty kilometers. No matter what, he should have seen some living things, right?

But what made him wonder and depressed was that there was still nothing. He walked through several villages along the way and asked some local people, but almost everyone told him that the beasts that could be eaten had been eaten up long ago, and there would be no food at all. There are living things!

This drove him crazy, and he hated the mob more and more. In his opinion, these mobs really deserve to die~www.readwn.com~ It is a death penalty to rebel if you don’t obey the rules honestly. It's an added sin for the gentlemen who can't enjoy the fun of hunting!

It was the first time that he hated the mob so much, and he wished to find a few mobs to cut open their stomachs to see if their hearts were completely black, otherwise they would be so bad and so hateful!

Whoops, whoops!

Alexander Vasilyevich could feel that the steed under his crotch was already tired, and he might not gain anything if he continued to run. In other words, if nothing happened, he could only return empty-handed!

To be honest, he was very unconvinced, and there was a kind of evil fire in his heart, the kind that could breathe fire with just one mouth. In short, he doesn't like anything, and he can't be satisfied with anything others do.

Whipping a slow-moving guard a few times could not dispel his anger, so he let his horse rein in his anger and walked on the field ridge. ..

From a distance, you can see an ox cart slowly moving forward on the small road in the distance. The cart is full of buckets of dead wood. The cart is driven by an old and a young man. The old one is wearing thin clothes. He wore a ragged cotton jacket, and under his linen trousers full of pudding was a pair of ragged straw sandals. His toes were full of chilblains, some of which were already broken.

The younger one was curled up in a ball, wrapped in a piece of old sheepskin, and the exposed little face was flushed with cold, yellow and emaciated like a little chicken.

Needless to say, this should be a pair of serf father and son or grandparents. On this cold day, they should not go out. It is probably too cold and they have to go out to cut down some dead wood to make a fire to keep out the cold.

It's just that these are not important at all to the angry Alexander Vasilyevich. He is in a bad mood and gets angry when he sees everything, let alone the father and son's ox cart driving the path on the field ridge. He was blocked so hard that he exploded immediately!