Struggle in Russia

Adlerberg can continue to lurk like a hunter with peace of mind, waiting for Li Xiao to reveal bigger flaws. But Messadov couldn't calm down anymore, and he had a very painful month: he could no longer spend time in the opera house or ballet troupe, and he could no longer enjoy the high-end French restaurants in St. Petersburg. Meals and assorted wines.

I have to live in a place where no birds can lay eggs every day in Sertorov Town, living in a thatched hut with air leaks on all sides and smelling like farmhouses, eating crude and inedible pig food, and only some vulgar village women can keep warm bed.

This is simply hell!

Because Messadov found that he had lost a full three pounds of weight! Three pounds of meat! How much energy and blood was consumed, and how hard it was. He lost only two pounds when he fought against the Turkish barbarians! Losing three pounds of flesh is simply destroying his body!

Messadov was full of resentment. He hated the "culprit" Li Xiao, Adlerberg who did nothing but watch nonsense, and Leonid, the damned deputy head!

"I was investigated again! What the hell is that bastard trying to do!"

Messadov was furious and overturned a table of delicious food. Beef stew and potatoes were scattered all over the floor, lamb chops were lying limply in the corner, and red cabbage soup and red wine were constantly spreading among the shards of glass and china. This table of dishes alone is worth thirty rubles, not to mention the fine broken china.

Messadov's thunderbolt destroyed at least a hundred rubles, but the overweight colonel did not bat an eye. Even if one hundred rubles was enough for a hundred serfs to live a full month, to him it was just drizzle and he didn't need to care about it at all. He spends more than ten and one hundred rubles on women every month, what is this little expense!

But for the soldiers of the 748 regiment, one hundred rubles is very valuable, almost enough for a month's military pay. Even in the past few years, this little military pay has not been available every month, but has to wait for major holidays such as Christmas, Maslenitsa and Easter. On other days, don't think about good things early, wash and sleep.

So when Messadov vented his anger recklessly, the orderlies serving him were all staring at the food on the ground, with deep longing in their eyes. If no officers were present, they would fight over food, and possibly kill them.

The greedy eyes of the soldiers were seen by Mesakov. He despised this kind of fanaticism, thinking that mud-legged people would never be able to get on the stage, and only humble mud-legged people would be interested in these polluted and vulgar foods. A gentleman like him would not take a second look at this rubbish.

What made Mesadov angry and puzzled was that he was obviously a nobleman of noble birth like him, why did Leonid willingly degenerate and mix with these lowly mud legs? Why bother with the life and death of these mud legs? Why do you always make trouble for him because of a few mud legs? What is the benefit of doing this? !

Why not meat-eating Messadov is naturally impossible to figure out the reason, so he can only think that Leonid deliberately made things difficult for him, deliberately made things difficult for him, and deliberately ruined his good deeds. Fight against him for power!

Although Messadov looked down on the 748 regiment and felt that this regiment was rubbish, the value created by the rubbish belonged to him - the military pay of the mud legs, the rations of the mud legs, the clothes of the mud legs, and the mud legs life is his. No one can take away what belongs to Mesadov, not even Gorchakov!

These are tinkling gold rubles! But since Leonid came, it was difficult for Messadov to squeeze oil and water from the mud-legged body. Every day, Leonid had to check the rations, and Leonid had to count the distribution of each set of military uniforms. How could he make money?

Of course, these are small amounts of money, and it’s okay for Mesadov to be patient without this pocket money. The real smuggling of large amounts of money was also targeted by Leonid.

Messadov could no longer use the convenient channel of the 748 regiment to carry out smuggling, which caused his income to fall to the bottom of the avalanche this month. If this continues, he really can only eat chaff!

"The matter of the quilt is just a little shoddy thing. What's wrong with letting the mudlegs sleep on straw quilts? Those bastards didn't even have straw in the past, so they survived the winter just the same. Do they deserve to sleep on blankets? It's ridiculous!"

"Leader, you have to judge for us. He not only asked us to return the goods, but also fined us. How can such a thing happen! Isn't this purely making things difficult!"

"There is also the matter of rations. Isn't it just a little moldy? It's the same after being cooked. It's not for him to eat anyway... Besides, there are no such good things to feed the animals. He is still not satisfied. This is to treat the mud legs as food." Is your father supporting you!"

Major Antonov "accused" Leonid's "atrocities" with snot and tears, as if he had been greatly wronged.

This made Messadov feel even more depressed. He felt an evil fire burning in his chest, but Adlerberg's order was there again. The son and the crown prince's confidants took it seriously.

He waved his hands irritably: "What are you crying about, it's just a little thing, what can those few dollars be worth..."

Antonov hurriedly continued to apply the eye drops, and said with a mournful face, "We thought so too, so it's okay to grit your teeth and bear it. But that guy didn't know how to restrain himself, and picked on us all day long, and arrested Ma Xi yesterday. Nof and the others were charged with gathering a crowd to gamble, and today they arrested Konbarov, who didn't fuck!"

"Look at what this is called! It's such a cold day, and let us go out with mud legs, this is purely humiliating us!"

Messadov's face was cloudy and uncertain, like a cloud of clouds hovering over his face, but he still didn't make a statement, which made Antonov more anxious, and he said again:

"Regimental Commander, he will arrest two today and three tomorrow. Before long, all the old brothers who follow you in the regiment will be arrested!"

"He is not serious about military discipline. He is here for you at all... It doesn't matter if we are wronged and thrown into prison. Anyway, we have nothing to do. If we are fired early, we don't have to suffer from his birdishness, but we are relieved!"

"But what about you? Do you let him restrain himself a little bit, do you have a little gratitude? He is simply here for your position. When we old brothers are cleaned up, the regiment will be full of him At that time, you, the head of the regiment, may have reached the end..."

"enough!"

Messadov thumped the dining table and stood up abruptly, with the fat all over his body trembling like waves. He stared fiercely into his red eyes and said:

"You're right, I can't bear it any longer! Joseph, what good idea do you have? Tell me directly, I want to show that little bastard some color, and show him how many eyes Lord Ma has!"