Struggle in Russia

Mesadoff was so angry that he wanted to spit fire. What did he see? Several humble mud-legged soldiers dared to block his way and didn't even allow him to enter his barracks. Is there any truth to the king!

The fat on Messador's body was trembling, and his eyebrows were full of suffocation. He vowed to let these unobtrusive mud-legged soldiers know how powerful he was, and he would use the Hydra to whip out the meat on them Come down, listen to their screaming exhausted meals, eat their flesh and drink their blood, and use their bones to tease the dog.

"Git! Get out of here!"

Mesadoff yelled, "I am your leader, you are all in my control! I can move your heads by moving my fingers!"

"Warn you one last time, get away now, don't get in the way!"

But no matter how shouting Mesadoff was, the two sentinels of the Second Company did not budge. They insisted on their posts and responded calmly and seriously: "Mr. Commander, please refrain. According to the order of our company commander, any People entering and leaving the camp must get his approval, and no one can break in without his orders! Offenders engage in military law! "

"There are commanders to report now, and you will soon be able to enter the company's station. But before that, you must not take a step forward! Otherwise, according to military orders, we can only take coercive measures against you!"

Mesadoff's nose was crooked, and he didn't really come to Erlian for inspection. If he could, he wouldn't want to go to this ghost place to suffer. Staying in St. Petersburg holding his arms and eating food is not as big as watching a bunch of stinks. Old rough and comfortable.

The problem is that Grasim Glacimovich, an idiot, hasn't heard for a long time. According to the plan, the idiot should have done his work and then came out to inform him of his appearance.

But it's been nearly an hour, and the idiot hasn't even seen the news. Although Mesadov was fat, his ability to protect himself from the cold was unswerving. The north wind was whizzing in the snow and snow, making him a grand colonel leader of the Empire. The Viscount of the Empire became an ice sculpture in the wild land. Is this a human thing?

Anyway, Mesadov, who had been frozen enough, couldn't help it. He guessed that Grasimovich should have done it, and quickly took the troops to Erlian for inspection, ready to solve the big trouble of Li Xiao once and for all. . Then he can happily accept the awards of Nicholas I and the Crown Prince of Alexander.

At that time, no matter whether he was promoted or awarded, he didn't have to look at Leonid's face again.

But this wonderful ambition turned out to be dead in the beginning, and the two mud-legged soldiers dared to stop him and threatened to speak! Is this going to rebel!

And what made Messadov angry was that this group of mud-legged soldiers was not like this before, all of them were like mud, and their orders were ignored or ignored, and there was no gendarmerie without a whip and bayonet. They will not be obedient at all.

Mesadov couldn't figure it out. In a short period of one or two months, what magic did Li Xiao cast, or did he fill the mud legs with ecstasy soup, and let them be so obedient and obedient, so was the wizard?

Alas, and see what these mud legs say! Did n’t he put his head in the eyes at all? He had to look at the face of a small company commander. Without the command of this small company commander, he could not even enter his camp. It is a blatant rebellion and seizure of power.

Mesadoff jumped, cold and angry, he rushed towards the sentry without saying a word. He had to use his fist to speak and beat these disobedient mud-legged soldiers to let them know who was the master of the 748 regiment.

Mesadoff was confident and imposing. He determined how the sentries did not dare to take him. After all, he was the head of the regiment and the viscount, not to mention that the serfs did not even dare to stab the people with the nobles!

The only regret or flaw is that Mesadoff overestimated his skill and underestimated the influence of snow and ice. He howled and rushed forward, then ran three steps and slipped on one foot to make a move without the ancients' backward buttocks. He saw that he was struggling first, and then directly kneeled in shock. In front of the two sentries, a worship came!

The audience was shocked! The two sentinels were dumbfounded, and they did n’t understand what the head of the group was doing. Do you think the **** can let them pass?

I'm even more behind, but Messadof, who is like a ball, fell hard enough. The front teeth were so tight that he struggled to get up because of the pain. As a result, the ground was too slippery, the weight of his upper body was too prominent, and his short arms were really weak. For two consecutive times, he struggled to half and again. Planted one head, and made three sounds!

The picture was so miserable that it was too unbearable to miss any detail, so that all the serf soldiers who watched it secretly said they were happy. They've had enough of this violent leader ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Before, it was just anger and words. Seeing him ugly now is nothing but cheering. I hope this guy is more unlucky and miserable. It is better to fall directly to death.

"Idiot! What are you doing!"

Messador, who struggled a few times with a muddy face, knew that it was impossible for him to get up with his strength, and those dog legs he brought were so stupid as to watch a white opera. This made him even more angry!

"Nima, are you pigheads, don't come and help me yet!"

Major Antonov and others suddenly came to their senses, and hurriedly surrounded them, and it took nine cattle and two tigers to help the colonel with humanoid meat dumplings.

At this point, Mesakov was extremely embarrassed, his face was mud and blood, the military coat and breeches were soaked, and the dripping mud was dripping, and even more ridiculously the crotch was broken. Poor trousers could not stand the hundreds of pounds of fat.

"You ... you ..."

Mesadov's eyes are red. He hasn't suffered such a big loss since he was a child, and he has suffered such a big crime. Today, he actually gave a **** to two mud legs, a shame!

He had no intention of self-examination at all. He never thought that his wolverine was entirely due to his own reasons, and blamed all his faults on the second company sentinel.

"How dare you attack the sir!"

"How dare you be so crazy!"

"Let me down! I want you to die!"

With Messador's roar, this time without his call, the dog legs behind him immediately knew what to do. Antonov howled and waved, and a few dog legs of "Loyal Guardian" rushed to the sentry without saying a word, and the two sides struck out a fight!