Struggle in Russia

Adlerberg can calmly continue to lurk like a hunter, waiting for Li Xiao to show greater flaws. But Mesadov couldn't be complacent. He had a painful month: he could no longer spend time in the opera house or ballet to find flowers and ask Liu to seduce him, and he would no longer be able to enjoy the high-end restaurant in Saint Petersburg. Meals and wines.

Must be nested every day in the town of Siertolov, a bird-free ghost place, living in a cottage with a smelly cottage that is leaking from all sides, eating rough pig food, and only some vulgar village women can warm bed.

This is simply hell!

Because Messador found that he weighed three pounds! Three pounds of meat! How much blood was consumed and how laborious it was. He only lost two pounds when fighting the Turkish barbarian! Losing three pounds of meat is destroying his body at all!

Mesadoff is full of resentment. He hates the culprit Li Xiao, hates Adlerberg who does nothing but watch white dramas, and hates Leonid, the **** deputy head!

"Checked again! What the **** wants to do!"

Mesadoff furiously turned over a table of delicious food. Beef stew and potatoes were scattered all over, lamb chops were weakly lying on the corner, and beet soup and red wine were spreading among the pieces of glass and porcelain. This table alone is worth thirty rubles, not to mention the fine porcelain that was broken.

The thunder of Messadov destroyed at least a hundred rubles, but the obese colonel did not blink. Even if one hundred roubles is enough for one hundred ten serfs to live a full month, but to him this is drizzle, and he doesn't need to care at all. Every month he spends more than ten hundred rubles on women. What a cost!

However, for the soldiers of the 748 regiment, one hundred rubles is very valuable, which is almost enough for a month's army. Even in the past few years, this is not always the case. It has to wait for major festivals such as Christmas, Meat Festival and Easter. On other days, don't worry about beautiful things.

While Mesadoff was arrogantly venting his anger, the several service men who served him to eat and drink stared at the food on the ground, revealing deep desire in his eyes. If no officers are present, they will fight for food, or they will kill people.

The greedy look of the puppet soldier was seen by Mesakov. He despised this enthusiasm, thinking that mud legs would never come to the table, and only the base mud legs would be interested in these contaminated crude food. Noble people like him don't take a closer look at these rubbish.

What made Mesadoff angry and unsure is that he is clearly a noble with a noble background, why did Leonid arrogantly fall into confusion with these lowly muddy legs? Why worry about the life and death of these mud legs? Why keep asking him for a few mud legs? What are the benefits of doing so? !!

Why it is impossible for Mesadoff to eat the meat, so he can only think that Leonid deliberately made life difficult for him, deliberately made him difficult, and deliberately bad for him. Fight for power with him!

Although Mesadoff looked down on the 748 regiment and felt that the regiment was garbage, the value created by the garbage belonged to him-the army puppets of the mudlegs, the rations of the mudlegs, the clothing of the mudlegs, and the mudlegs His life belongs to him. No one can steal what belongs to his Mesadov, not even the last name Gorchakov!

These are all jingles! But since Leonid arrived, Mesadov had a hard time squeezing oil and water from his muddy legs. Leonid's rations are checked every day, and Leonid's distribution of each uniform is counted. How can he make money?

Of course, these are small money. Without this pocket money, Mesadov could bear it, and the real money smuggling was also caught by Leonid. Mesadoff couldn't use the convenient channels of the 748 regiment to engage in smuggling, which caused his income to fall avalanche-likely this month and fell to the bottom of the valley. Continuing this way, he really can only eat bran-throat vegetables!

"Being served is just a small enough thing to make mud legs sleep on a straw quilt. Those miscellaneous pieces have not even had straw in the past, but are they not equipped with a sleeping blanket? Absurd!"

"Leader, you have to comment for us, he not only asked us to return, but also fined, where is such a thing! Isn't this purely difficult!"

"There is a ration, isn't it a little moldy? It ’s not the same when it ’s cooked, anyway, it ’s not that he eats it ... More My dear support! "

Major Antonov "sueed" Leonid's "atrocities" with a snot and a tear, as if he had been wronged.

This made Messador even more depressed. He felt a wicked fire burning in his chest, but Adlerberg's order was there again. Although he was pretentious, he had not been arrogant enough to stop the Minister of Court Affairs. The son and the crown prince's confidants are in their eyes ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He waved his hands impatiently: "What a cry, just a little thing, what can those few money be worth ..."

Antonov hurriedly continued to apply the eye drops, crying sadly: "We also think so, just bite our teeth. But he didn't know the convergence at all, and he found fault with us all day and night. He caught Mahi again yesterday. Nove, they were convicted of gathering people for gambling, and today they arrested Kombarov, who did not perform any exercises! "

"Look at what it's called! In such a cold day, let us exercise with mud legs, this is just doing us!"

Mesadoff's face was cloudy and cloudy, like a cloud covering his face, but he still didn't express his attitude, which made Antonov more anxious, he said:

"Head of the regiment, he will arrest two today and three tomorrow. It won't be long before the old brothers who follow you in the regiment will be arrested!"

"Where is his serious military discipline here? It's just for you ... We are a little wronged and lost to prison. It doesn't matter what we do, anyway, Kai Kaige didn't have to be relieved by his birdie!"

"But what about you? Did you let him converge a little bit again and again, thank you a little? He came at your place at all. When our old brothers are cleaned up, it's all him in the group I ’m afraid you ’re the head of the team at that time ... ”

"enough!"

Mesadoff slammed the table, stood up violently, trembling like a wave with his body fat, and stared fiercely at his red eyes:

"You're right, you can't stand it anymore! Joseph, what's your good idea? Let me tell you directly, I'll show the little king **** a little color and let him see how many eyes Master Ma has!"