I don't know when the continuous autumn rain stopped, the water droplets reluctantly left the leaves, slipped down drop by drop, splashed small splashes in the puddle, and the smaller water droplets rippled on the water surface.

Roasted wild goat shank, foie gras, beef in sauce, greens, potato balls, mushroom soup, Polish red wine, Chen Tian and his generals enjoyed a delicious lunch. After lunch, everyone was still drinking and talking, and the information from France and Russia filled people's minds with reverie, as if a fierce battlefield was just around the corner.

Lake clicked the last bullet case out of the chamber, and with the sound of metal touching the ground, he quickly pressed another row of bullets into the magazine and followed the other soldiers into the street. At the end of the street, the French barricade was in tatters, and under the half-broken wall lay two damaged guns, who dominated the street. The walls and windows of the houses on either side were riddled with bullet holes, some from German infantrymen's machine guns and rifles, others from tanks and armoured vehicles. Although the sometimes sparse and sometimes dense gunfire in the street ahead, at least the German soldiers could enjoy a temporary peace and calm on this street.

The damaged tank was still lying quietly in the middle of the road, the armored car that had burned from the explosion was still smoking, and dozens of corpses in gray military uniforms were lying on the street, only the blue near the barricades would be more blue. Lake was a little glad in his heart, after all, he was still alive, and he was a little apprehensive, maybe he would be hit by the French in the next minute. He clenched the rifle in his hand, and at this moment he deeply felt the glory of being a warrior and the glory of fighting!

"Comrade! What a affectionate name! Sovalov looked at the striking white towel on his right arm, and then at the determined expressions of the revolutionaries next to him, and clenched the rifle without bullets with both hands, from now on, he was going to fight for himself! Revolutionaries rushed from street to street, and more and more people joined their ranks. The city hall had been occupied by the revolutionaries, and only a few reactionary forces were still resisting in the corners of the city.

By noon, the Germans had broken through the first barricade of the French ring around Paris, and the soldiers used their short leisure to fill their stomachs with biscuits and bread, and then they continued to advance until they completely occupied Paris; The Russian revolutionary struggle was going on in various towns, and the partisans from the nearby countryside were soon gathering in Moscow, from where a powerful revolutionary contingent set out and marched along the railway to St. Petersburg, where outside the Tsar's palace, the workers' armed and insurrectionary armies were fighting to the death against the Tsar's Guards.

The commander of the Paris garrison, Gallieni, sat helplessly in a basement, the surrounding staff officers were panicked to deal with the information from all sides, the streets were lost, the barricades were breached, the reinforcements were still dozens of kilometers away, and the atmosphere of despair filled the entire headquarters; St. Petersburg Imperial Palace, Nicholas II sat alone in his study, he wanted to lead his troops to suppress the revolutionaries, but his generals told him that the revolutionary forces were stronger than his guards, and he could only stay behind the high walls, quietly waiting for the battle reports from the front, retreating, retreating, his guards kept retreating. Reinforcements are still in Minsk, still in Turkey, still in the Far East.

"Your Royal Highness, the Austrian army has broken through to the Russian border!" Hoffman stood in front of Chentian with a telegram, "Are we going to join the Austrians in Russia?" ”

Chen Tian shook his head, and both Mackensen and Olg cast puzzled looks.

"Do you think the Russian Revolution will succeed?" Chen Tian seemed to answer the question, but his expression was serious.

"Why not?" Olg and Hoffmann replied in unison.

Mackensen thought for a long time and then gave a very different answer: "Maybe not! ”

"2 to 2, I agree with General Mackensen!"

Chentian's answer surprised both Olg and Mackensen, after all, he had put a lot of effort into the Russian Revolutionary Party.

"Don't think too much about it, I'm just guessing with my gut feeling! There is no real reason! Chen Tian raised his eyebrows and made a strange expression.

"Me too!" Mackenson stared at the table without squinting, and there was nothing on it except a cup of coffee.

Olg and Hoffmann looked at each other and found it incomprehensible.

"It is inevitable that the tsarist government will be replaced by revolutionaries!" Chen Tian said word by word, "But it must not mean now!" ”

Paris, light rain, fighting underway.

"! 75-mm field guns of the French! I hate them! "A row of German soldiers clung to the edge of the wall, and the whole world shook violently, and although the power of the 75-mm shells was not so earth-shattering, the place where they exploded was so close. The large and small stones scattered on the wall swirled and flew through the air, hitting something like a wall, steel, or flesh and blood.

Yes......

The unfortunate soldier fell to the ground wailing, while the soldier next to him braved a flurry of shrapnel and splatters to pull them to safety, long trails of blood on the ground.

"That's the case again!" Lake took deep breaths again and again, trying to calm himself down. Such similar scenes, as if going back in time, or that everything in the morning was just a dream, a dream that foresaw the future.

"Hell! The same old way, on the grenade! The platoon commander shouted indignantly.

After a row of grenades popped out, the platoon commander was still the first to poke his body out of the corner, and then let the soldiers around him rush to the first house around the corner one by one.

This time, however, he seemed to have miscalculated, and the French's machine guns roared and barricaded the street with a string of bullets. The smoke of gunfire obscured the view of the French, but could not block the machine-gun bullets, and several German soldiers fell to the ground screaming as soon as they rushed around the corner.

"Go on! Don't stop, everyone! The platoon commander shouted, "One breath! ”

It's finally your turn! Lake's mind went blank, and the whole world was left with the sound of his own heartbeat for a moment. As he ran around the corner, he nearly tripped over the corpse of his companion and eventually stumbled into the Frenchman's shooting corner. Lake breathed heavily, he hadn't had time to count how many bullets had grazed his side, but he was sure that Death had just brushed him by.

Is it fear, or is it irritation? Lake quickly chose the latter in his consciousness, and greeting the Grim Reaper turned out to be such an exciting thing.

"Hurry up, let's act!" Lake beckoned to the soldiers rushing behind him, and kicked the door open himself, he didn't have time to think that he was more like a platoon commander or Yog now, but he was no longer the same person he used to be. Is war so wonderful, that it is rough, bold, violent, that which does not belong to oneself in an instant, to befall oneself in an instant?

"Guys! Let's go up! Kick those French out of the window! "Lake was so excited that he couldn't control himself like a drunk, to be exact, he was already in his role.

"What's wrong with you?" When the platoon commander was the last to rush in, he found Orr and Yog standing there stupidly.

"No, nothing!" Jorge smacked up the stairs, and the frenzied Ryker was already waiting for them upstairs.

"What the hell! Actually lost half of the people in this damn corner! The platoon commander cursed viciously as he climbed the stairs behind the others with his precious Luger pistol.

"It's not ****** hotel this time!" Lake muttered indignantly, though only he could hear it. He pointed the muzzle of his rifle straight at the door of a room.

“1…… 2…… 3！ Jorge slammed into the door, but the door of the room in the house didn't seem to be as strong as the door in the hotel, and the man flew in with the door.

A figure flashed into Ryker's eye, and he moved the muzzle of his gun slightly, then pulled the trigger......

By the time Orr had shot half a second later, the French soldier in the corner was dead—Lake's shot had hit him in the head, and a rifle fell limply to the ground along with the Frenchman's hand.

Lake's sudden recovery from his previous state of full immersion, facing each other at such a close distance, eye-to-eye shots, was a scene that could not be forgotten for a long time, and it was a very different shock from field or trench warfare.

"Hey, buddy! Good marksmanship! Jorge patted the dust and stood up, but Lake stood there in a daze, and it took a few moments to come to his senses.

"Go ahead! Guys! He whispered, and turned to the other door alone.

Orr and Jorge looked at each other with puzzled eyes, and followed silently.

Moscow, sunny, battlefield clearing.

The guns had gradually died down, and the hidden revolutionary forces in Moscow, which was an important stronghold of the Russian Revolutionary Party in peacetime, were so strong that the great waves of the revolution swept through the city with a devastating force, and the battle was over just after noon. Many streets were littered with corpses, people of the same face, the same color, and even the same uniform, lying on top of each other, and the previous battle was so brutal and fierce that everyone felt chills when they remembered it. In the absence of ammunition, the sword-wielding cavalry was almost a nightmare for the infantry, a Cossack company could inflict great damage on a battalion of infantry, and Moscow was stationed with a whole division of Cossack cavalry, and these cavalrymen who disregarded revolution and life took the lives of revolutionaries without mercy. However, after all, they could not resist the tide of historical development and were trampled to pieces by countless revolutionaries.

With a loaf of bread in his right hand and a volley of ammunition in his left, Sovalov followed the crowd towards the train station. Along the way, there were people shouting revolutionary slogans, "Overthrow the reactionary government!" Establish our own regime! "The fate of the people is in the hands of the people themselves!" "We don't want to be slaves, we want to be masters!"

Sovalov didn't seem to understand the slogans, but he felt that the current government and army were terrible, and all these people had to do was to change the bad status quo.

"Hurry up, everyone, get in the car! We are going to St. Petersburg to remove that stupid and arrogant emperor from power! A hoarse worker leader shouted loudly, and the crowd around him laughed.

St. Petersburg ...... The emperor ......" Sovalov was a little surprised, but when he saw many soldiers in military uniforms around him, his heart calmed down a little. He took the bread in his mouth, pulled the bolt of the gun open with a clatter, pressed the volley into the magazine, pulled out the bayonet and stuffed it back into its scabbard, then carried the rifle to his back, and climbed into one of the carriages with the help of another worker-like man.

"Young man, are you nervous?" After the train moved slowly, the middle-aged man just now asked.

Sovalov shook his head and swallowed the last bit of bread into his stomach, "It's okay! Did you join the revolution very early? ”

"Yes, we are unionized!" The middle-aged man sat next to the carriage and let the gradually growing wind blow on his face, "For our brothers and sisters to no longer be oppressed, and for everyone to be fed and clothed, this is our revolution!" Young man, why did you join the revolution? ”

Sovalov was stunned for a moment, "I ...... That's how you joined the revolution, hehe! ”

The middle-aged man didn't say anything more, but sorted out the weapon in his hand.

Sovalov glanced at the rifle in his hand, which was a Mosin 1891 rifle, the standard weapon of the Russian army.

In a basement somewhere in Paris, General Gary Eni had been wiping down his poor revolver, a gun that had accompanied him for half his life, a "gun of kindness" that had never been fired, and which was finally going to be useful today. As the gunfire grew more dense and clear, the general knew that time was running out, and he had made up his mind to fulfill his promise to live and die with Paris.

In a room of the Imperial Palace in St. Petersburg, Nicholas II was sitting in a jeweled chair with his empress, who was usually the same, shivering. The couple may have been the first and only emperor and empress ever to live in the same palace, the same room, and the same bed every day, but God did not bless the country with peace and tranquility because of their affection.

An Austro-Hungarian vanguard was walking on an unfamiliar road in Belarus, and the Russian outposts on the border did not put up much resistance, and the Russians quickly withdrew there amid the sparse gunfire. In the towns and villages they passed, the Belarusians looked at the uninvited guests with strange eyes, but strangely there was no clash between the two sides, and the Austrians were advancing rapidly, planting flags high in each town.

The train ride from Minsk to Moscow was only a day and a night, and the Russian guards and ordinary troops stationed in Minsk hurriedly boarded the train, although the locomotive did not seem to be heading towards Moscow in the northeast. In a splendid official residence in Minsk, General Ivanov, commander-in-chief of the Russian Southwestern Army Group, was standing respectfully in front of the young Grand Duke, who had been worried about how the emperor would punish him, the commander of the lost army, but the Grand Duke offered him a chance to turn over, a chance to turn over completely, and a smart man like him would naturally not refuse.