Struggle in Russia

Since parting ways with Hobnin and Manokovich, Maganov has lost his previous ambitions.

He believed that capturing Kiev was already a luxury. Even if he still had hundreds of thousands of troops, he no longer had confidence.

So for a time, he wanted to just eat and wait for death and just use up his life. Anyway, he had done all the things he could and couldn't do, so death wouldn't be worth it.

But the appearance of Willie Styles gave him new hope, not the hope of capturing Kiev and continuing to be the king of the mountain, but another way!

Maganov knew that there was a foreign power behind Willie Styles. Although he didn't know which one specifically, he just knew there was one.

Otherwise, where did so much food come from?

At this time, there is a food shortage everywhere in Ukraine, and the Russian army relies on Poland and Belarus for support. It is impossible to "support" his rebellion.

This allowed Maganov to see another possibility. Since Willy Stiles could transport food in, he could also send people out.

If he could manage to reach a deal with this guy and send his wife, children, children, and even himself out, would he still worry about having a good life with the money he earned during the rebellion?

Maganov did have this plan at first, but he soon discovered that this road was not so easy to walk.

He tried sideways to test Willie Styles, but the latter was only willing to send his wife, children, and children away at most, and judging from Willie Styles' intentions, these people were just hostages.

If his wife, children, and children are really handed over to this guy, then Maganov will really become a dog and can only be driven.

Maganov has been a dog for more than thirty years, so naturally he doesn't have much interest in being a dog. He knows that being a dog will never end well, so don't lose his wife and lose the army when the time comes!

Naturally, he would never become a dog easily until he was desperate, so he decided to get food.

What is most valuable in Ukraine now?

Naturally, it is food. The Russian army needs food, civilians also need food, and the rebel army needs food even more.

Especially the rebel army, they are really thirsty for food. So Maganov thought of a good deal and sold the grain that Willy Styles supported him to at a high price to other rebels who were short of food, such as Hobnin and Manokovich.

This is a good deal. First of all, Hobnin and Manokovich are short of food, and secondly, they are very rich.

As a result, Madinov made a lot of money.

After making money, Maganov began to work harder, secretly bribing Russian bureaucrats with money, trying to buy a legal passage to leave Russia. On the other hand, they also spend a lot of money to bribe Willie Styles' men. On the one hand, they want to find out Willy Styles' background, and on the other hand, they spend money to buy a way out.

According to Maganov's idea, as long as one of these two roads is feasible, the lives of his family will be saved. When the time comes, it will be so pleasant to escape to a foreign country, be a popular drinker and become a rich man!

Unfortunately, this plan was hit hard by Li Xiao just after it was implemented. Maganov only sold grain a few times before the grain channel was cut off.

Without food, he couldn't make more money. Although he had made a lot of money from looting before, he planned to use the money for his future life. If he spent it now, even if he could escape abroad, he would still be unable to make more money. What's the point of it being bitter?

Naturally, he had to put pressure on Willie Styles, and no matter what, he had to let the people behind him put food, no, money into his pocket as soon as possible!

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are seeking death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are seeking death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are seeking death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay for it. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are courting death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay for it. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are courting death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay for it. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are courting death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him but said nothing, which made Stiles very nervous for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay for it. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are courting death!"

It was late at night, and Willie Styles slowly walked back to his apartment.

The house was not big, but it was clean and tidy, but he didn't really like coming back here because there was someone in the room that he didn't like to see.

"What does Maganov want from you?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and replied respectfully: "He wants food!"

Sitting on the sofa was a slightly bald little old man. He was dressed in ordinary people's clothes and looked like a common citizen on the street.

But his eyes were so lively that people dared not look directly into them.

"Food? After all, we still need food!" The little old man chuckled: "Why do you think some people are so ignorant of their own identity?"

Willy Styles lowered his head and dared not speak. The little old man in front of him was his master, and one sentence could determine his life or death. He had already seen the little old man's methods before, and he didn't want to try it again.

Seeing that Stiles was silent, the little old man suddenly said: "Tell me your opinion. What do you think should be done?"

Stiles' throat moved, and he quickly replied: "I think Maganov is really greedy and can't satisfy his desires. We can't give him any more food, otherwise we will be taken advantage of!"

The little old man glanced at him and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com did not speak, which made Stiles very anxious for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Can't you satisfy your desires?" the little old man suddenly asked.

Stiles blinked, but just as he was about to speak, the little old man spoke first: "How big is Maganov's appetite?"

Stiles wanted to answer again, but the little old man didn't give him a chance to speak. He asked again, "How much food do we have?"

Stiles recalled briefly and prepared to speak for the third time, but the little old man still didn't give him a chance. He said to himself: "It's hard to satisfy your desires! I'm just afraid that he is timid and has no desire!"

Well, Stiles finally knew. The little old man wasn't asking him at all. For others, he already had the answer in his heart. It didn't matter whether he spoke or not.

He just couldn't figure it out. The little old man knew that Maganov's desires were a bottomless pit, so why did he stupidly throw money into the water?

Even if the little old man didn’t have to pay for the food, it was still money from the country behind him! Who would be satisfied after spending so much money but seeing no results?

The little old man glanced at him and asked lazily: "Why, do you have any objection to my decision?"

Stiles' heart skipped a beat. He was not stupid. If he dared to say that the little old man was not good, then he would be rewarded?

Anyway, he doesn’t have to pay for it. It’s up to the little old man to do whatever he wants. As long as the share given to him is fully paid, he won’t be too troublesome!

"Don't dare!" Stiles quickly replied: "You have always been far-sighted..."

He was interrupted by the little old man's merciless sneer at the beginning: "I don't dare to tell the truth, but I still disagree in my heart, right? You are self-aware, but if you want to live longer, you have to pretend to be stupid or be real. If you want to understand the reason for this, if you say you don't dare but feel resentful in your heart like this, you are courting death!"