Struggle in Russia

　　 Mark is actually very impressed by the gunshots, and there is always a feeling that people want to harm me. In other words, like a frightened bird, he almost left with fright.

　　 "Stand not move!"

　　 It was the young Navy Lieutenant commanding him that made him stand still. The other party laughed and said, "How dare you be a soldier if you are so courageous!"

　　 Mark's face is very ugly, because he wants to reply: "What does being cowardly have to do with not being a soldier? Who says to be a soldier must be courageous."

　　 Of course, he was not stupid enough, so naturally he wouldn't be able to talk about it. It's just that he is still a little nervous and worried that he will be suddenly abrupt in a while. So standing there was a little fidgeting, like a frightened fat rabbit.

　　The gunfire gradually subsided, and with a burst of hearty laughter, three horses swept out of the woods. The headed white horse rider let go and laughed, holding a prey as if showing off to his companion.

Mark suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the rider on the horse carefully, but he was too far away, and he was hollowed out by the wine, his old eyes were dim and he couldn't really see it. He probably saw that the so-called general is not very old. , It's too young to be too young.

But this didn’t make Mark feel so much better, because the younger he was, the more he was backed by the other party. Such a young general, even if he was a major general, had a family background with hands and eyes. Maybe he was a royal family. Clan relatives. First release https://https://

　　 He immediately wondered whether those few of the royal family had obtained the rank of general at such a young age. Don't tell me, there are a lot, but Mark can't think of anything related to him, whether it's related or he might offend, there shouldn't be anything?

　　 Just when Mark was guessing wildly, the three riders ran over like a breeze, and the man on the white horse had already reined in front of him. Then he threw the prey in his hand to the servant, and got off the horse with a beautiful turn.

　　 "Mark, look at my prey!"

　　 Mark has been stunned, because he has recognized who the other party is, and his tongue is knotted suddenly: "Kang...His Royal Highness Constantine...you...how are you...what do you want to tell me!"

　　 Yes, he was the insidious, dark-bellied Duke Constantine, but he did not directly answer Mark’s question, but asked again with a smile: "How is it, my prey is good!"

Grand Duke Constantine was holding a fat rabbit in his hand. He could see that this poor fellow had a very moisturizing summer. His gray-brown long hair was shiny, and his body and legs were extremely strong. He was a hare. The best in it.

　　 Although Mark is not interested in rabbits, he quickly replied: "Very good, I haven't seen such a big rabbit in a long time!"

"Yes!"

　　 Grand Duke Constantine nodded in satisfaction, then clapped his palms, and walked to the chair under the umbrella.

　　 "Come on, Mark, don't stand, sit down and talk? Have you eaten yet, let's **** chef's craftsmanship together!"

　　Mark didn't dare to refuse, he walked over, holding a cup of black tea like sitting on needles and talking with each other.

　　 The Grand Duke Constantine ate and drank like no one, ate a few snacks, drank a cup of black tea, wiped his mouth contentedly, and smiled: "How about, what are your plans for the future?"

　　 Mark was very worried, because Duke Constantine was one of his most feared enemies. In those days, he followed Menshkov together with Duke Konstantin, which caused him a lot of good things.

　　 Now that I'll mention it to him without saying anything, it doesn't look like he is repaying grievances with virtue and asking for warmth, shouldn't he settle the ledger!

Mark felt that his calves had turned muscles, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. After a long time he replied: "His Royal Highness, what are the plans of the sinner. I just want to live a stable life... Those things are done by orders...really...really sorry!"

　　 Grand Duke Constantine suddenly burst into laughter, laughed so cheerfully, and laughed so much that Mark couldn't help himself.

After laughing for a long time, Grand Duke Constantine said to the young major beside him: "Osika, look, look! Is this still like the vigorous and vigorous Lieutenant General Mark before? This change... …Tsk tusk, I almost can’t recognize it, did you find the wrong person?"

Major Joseph (Osika is a nickname) sneered contemptuously: "His Royal Highness, I also find it strange. The generals of the empire are not so timid, and I thought I had found the wrong person along the way. Unfortunately, he was Mark. Mikheevich, you say it’s not strange!"

　　 Grand Duke Constantine laughed loudly again, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world: "Osica, you are too bad...Don't make fun of our poor general. You see, everyone is fidgeting!"

　　 Mark does fidget, but anyone else will do that. He has been with Menshkov for so many years~www.ltnovel.com~ He has been clear about this matter in the court, and he is no stranger to the royal family. What kind of human nature is Archduke Constantine, he still doesn't know.

　　 Don't look at this little fat man who is gentle and virtuous and motivated, but in his bones he is rebellious. It's in the same line as his father with a little belly, and he's more hypocritical and cunning.

　　 "Your Highness, I... listen to my explanation... I really..."

　　 Grand Duke Constantine didn't listen to what he explained, and waved his hand domineeringly: "I have no interest in the nonsense you said. Even if you say flowers, it is meaningless!"

These words made Mark cold half of his waist. He subconsciously thought that he might want a dog leash today. It was so anxious that tears filled his eyes, and he regretted it. He kept cursing Menshkov in his heart: "You old man without eggs. , I was killed by you, even if I was a ghost, I would not let you go!"

When he was most worried and afraid of almost diapering or kneeling for mercy, Grand Duke Constantine suddenly snorted: "I remember those things in the past clearly. Of course, as you said, you were also ordered. Do things...The culprit is not on your head, you are at best an accomplice..."

　　 "And now, it doesn't make much sense if I calculate the old accounts with you, and it doesn't make much sense to beat a falling dog, after all, Menshkov is the one headed."

　　Mark felt a little relieved, and hurriedly thanked him, thanking him like a torrential river.

　　 It’s just that Grand Duke Constantine didn’t buy it, and snorted coldly: “These bullshits are meaningless to me. I want me to let you go. It’s very simple...”