On the afternoon of the first day of October, it was supposed to be time to inspect the front-line positions, but in the commander's tent outside Brno, Duke Saltykov was alone on the leg of his table and alone in the empty room, with a few empty bottles at his feet.

It seems that the Duke is not in very good shape.

"Report to the Duke..."

"Nope! Nobody is seen! ”

As soon as the attendant walked in and spoke, he was rejected by Saltykov on the spot.

"Yes, Lord Duke..."

"Get me out of here! No one is allowed to come in without me speaking! ”

"Got it..."

The squire bowed his head and prepared to leave.

"Get it all out of my way! I must immediately see Duke Saltykov right now! ”

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the military tent.

Bang! Bang bang!

There was a sound of fists and kicks clashing.

"Lord Duke Saltykov! I know you're in the tent! I'm Major Suvorov, and I have urgent military business to report to you in person! ”

It's worthy of Suvorov, but he still didn't hold back, no, he came to break into the boss's tent again.

"Tell him to go - I don't want to see him!"

Saltykov turned his head and yelled at his attendant.

"Obey the Duke"

The attendants hurriedly withdrew from the tent.

Bang bang!

Tick Boom!

Outside the tent, there was a sound of objects bumping and falling.

Hula-

"Your Excellency! I know you don't want to see me, but I'm in anyway! Please give me 1 minute, ah 2 minutes to report on the current emergency, can you? ”

The curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and an ordinary-looking young officer broke in, with bruises on his jawbone.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke! We couldn't stop him..."

Several guards and attendants followed suitably as well, their faces and mouths painted and their eyes as blue as pandas.

Apparently Suvorov's martial arts are superior.

"Alright, you stay... Everyone else is out for me! ”

Saltykov still sat against the leg of the table and shouted weakly.

"If anyone comes in again... I'll send you to Siberia—"

"Yes, yes, Lord Duke!"

The guards and attendants glared at Suvorov viciously, then hurriedly retreated and dodged away.

"I know what you're going to say... It's nothing more than this city of Brno that guards the main traffic routes, and Friedrich II will not sit idly by or something, hehe... Or, there is the danger of being caught by Prussian reinforcements coming from the direction of Saxony and Silesia... Even, I guess you would like to suggest that I turn south to the rear of the Prussian army on the outskirts of Vienna on the north bank of the Danube, or to the east to attack Olomouc, the capital of Moravia... Hehe, am I right? Alexander. Vasilyevich? ”

Saltykov still didn't have any intention of standing up and speaking seriously.

"Uh, Your Excellency..."

Suvorov looked with some astonishment behind the conference table, which was obscured by the light curtain created by the sunlight spilling through the vents, and for a moment did not know whether to stand still or to walk cautiously over and salute.

"Don't stand still, sit down. Look, how beautiful the sunset is, it's always the most beautiful when the sun is about to set."

"Oh, okay..."

Even if he was as bold as Suvorov, he was a little flustered at this time, and he couldn't figure out whether the duke's mentality had collapsed or something had happened.

"Your Excellency, I want to first..."

Suvorov walked across the conference table and found a dejected man sitting in the middle of the wine bottles on the floor, leaning against the leg of the conference table, one arm resting on the back of the chair lying on his side, his long legs stretched out at will, the shirt button on his chest was unbuttoned to his navel, and the placket seemed to be spilled with wine.

"Sit down..."

Saltykov raised his hand and pointed to the carpet in front of him.

"If you don't feel comfortable, you can also find a chair to lean on"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll just sit on the carpet"

Suvorov's eyes quickly searched around and he couldn't find a chair, so he simply sat down on the carpet.

"Like an Ottoman, huh? Hahahaha"

Saltykov pointed to Suvorov, who was sitting in front of him, and smiled silly.

“... It does seem like it."

Suvorov knew that this person was really drunk, so he pouted, not afraid of being condemned when he was discovered.

"I know... It was not a wise decision to order the whole army to attack this damned Brno ...

Saltykov began his narration.

"If I had listened to your advice at that time, I would have gone north to attack Saxony... Or Jihlava, which stopped halfway, would not be in such a passive situation that the army could not advance or retreat... I'll admit, I made a mistake and I... I've already introspected myself, so don't dwell on such pointless questions anymore, okay, Mr. Major? ”

"I... I see, please rest assured, Your Excellency, I will not bring up this matter again"

Facing Saltykov, who shook his head and trembled, Suvorov promised.

"Well, that's good... So, let's talk about why our army must stay in this damn Brno and not leave! ”

Saltykov said through gritted teeth.

"Your Excellency? What do you mean by that? I don't understand..."

For the first time, he had heard of the word 'can't leave,' and Suvorov asked in bewilderment.

"Oops... You may have heard some rumors, but... Hehe, it doesn't hurt to tell you now..."

Saltykov struggled to lift his dark eyelids, caused by lack of sleep and overwork.

"A week ago, I received the news that our Great Empress was seriously ill, and that now in charge of St. Petersburg was the Regent, the Great Peter. His Royal Highness Fedorovich! ”

The young duke's nose snorted coldly.