And Wrangel and his White Russian soldiers, who seem to be strong, are undoubtedly only one of the few survivors of this annihilation. Because of Wrangel's timely "transfer", although they were not driven into the sea by the Soviet Russian army, they also lost their base areas, had no food and no pay, and relied on overseas relief from Belarus to survive. Fortunately, there was a new change in the situation after that, the White Russia in the Far East was in an uproar, and the Japanese army was not driven out of the Far East by Soviet Russia, and because of the mediation of the Entente, Wrangel took advantage of the chaos in the Far East and was lucky to be brought to the Far East by the Entente and occupied a safe place.

Then, a White Russian army in the Far East named Wrangel was born.

Wrangel's Far Eastern White Russian Army was originally located in Vladivostok in the Far East. There, they received assistance from the Entente from a force of more than 100,000 people who lacked food and ammunition. It has developed into one of the most important forces in the Far East. Under Wrangel's leadership, the strength of the White Army in the Far East grew stronger day by day. To this day, they can even compete with the regular Russian army left in the Far East in a two-to-one situation. Even more terrifyingly, at Wrangel's behest. Wrangel's White Russian army has been committed to infiltration and lurking, taking advantage of the appearance of the Russians. Now their influence has extended to all corners of the Far East. From major cities to Sakhalin Island, almost anywhere in the Far East, traces of the activity of members of Wrangel's White Russian Army can be found. So much so that even the Soviet Russian army, which has always regarded Wrangel as a thorn in the side, could not uproot them with a strong army......

"This Wrangel is a talented ......," Zhao Yun heard when he heard this. I can't help but admire this White Russian leader a little. In just a few months, it has developed from an unfamiliar situation to a power spread all over the Far East. From a homeless homeless child, he has developed into a robber who fights with the Japanese. This is not something that ordinary people can do!

Compared with Wrangel's European White Army, Zhao Yun's Baron's Army belongs to another region of the White Army developed in Siberia. At the beginning of 1918, about 35,000 Czech prisoners of war planned to participate in the war on the western front of Europe by the Trans-Siberian Railway.

"And what about them now? Is the nest still in Vladivostok? ”

"No......" Farel Tucker shook his head: "Since the Japanese army conquered Boli half a year ago, the Japanese army was worried that they would make small moves behind the scenes, so they transferred their main force, Boli. Now the entire city of Boli is half garrisoned by Japanese troops, and half by Wrangel's White Russian army. Master. Do you need a map of Burleigh's military armament? ”

"Not for now, but how do you know I'll need Boli's military defense map?" Zhao Yun glanced at Farrel Tucker. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Today's Farrell Tucker is really more and more pleasing to the eye. I haven't been in contact for a while, and now they, the heroes of the camp, are still observing? If it were a little while, wouldn't it be a prophetic preparation for yourself......

"One qiē serves the master!" Farrell Tucker squeezed out a smile on his face flatteringly, made another standard European bow, and glanced at Zhao Yun cautiously.

"Really?" Seeing Farrel Tucker who looked like this, Zhao Yun also had a workplace-style smile on his face. "So what are you looking for me?"

"Master, I have come to you because I have an important matter to report! A Russian nobleman named Denikin wants to see me! ”

"Denikin?!" Zhao Yun was not familiar with history and didn't know who he was at all, so he could only wait for Farrel Tucker's introduction.

"Yes, Europeans generally call him Mr. Denikin of the Belgian Library! He was the commander-in-chief of Wrangel's Belarusian Russian Army, the predecessor of the White Russian "Volunteer Army", and was later seized by Wrangel, but his influence among the White Russians in Europe is still unparalleled. ”

"Mr. Denikin of the Belgian Library?" Zhao Yun subconsciously frowned, Zhao Yun really didn't expect that Denikin of Belgium was actually the former commander of Wrangel's White Russian Army, and at first he thought it was the same name and surname......

Because all along, the power of Soviet Russia has not stepped into Poland and entered Europe. Therefore, most of the time the Belarusians in Europe will choose to discuss problems in a public place such as the library, and over time, the libraries of major cities have become the most frequent places for the Belarusians, and the libraries of Belgium are no exception. In fact, libraries all over Europe have become temporary meeting points for White Russia, where they usually get the latest news from Russia.

"Yes, Mr. Denikin, he lives near the Belgian library, and the people around him have been "developed" by us. So, after learning about our situation, he invited us to sit down with him and talk about the current situation in Russia, so my subordinates would like to ask, master, what do you mean by this? ”

"Since this person used to serve Tsarist Russia, or the former commander-in-chief of the White Russian Army, he naturally wants to meet him."

"Okay, master, I'll have someone arrange ......it immediately," Farrell Tucker nodded, and took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket: "By the way, master, there is also this information, which was also given to me by Mr. Denikin, and it is precisely after reading this information that I came to disturb your ......"

"What is the information?"

"A map of the Far East!" Farrell Tucker said respectfully,

After asking Falel Tucker to send the image of the map, Zhao Yun made a detailed comparison with the map he had collected in the Far East. First of all, this map of the terrain of the Far East, judging from the fresh ink on it, this map is obviously only drawn in the last day or two, and it may even be in order to catch up with Farlaer Tucker, that Mr. Denikin only began to draw it, but the route on the map is quite clear, every village and pass has detailed markings, marked with the White Russian garrison, the Japanese garrison, and even the Korean army playing soy sauce, if you just look at these, it is really difficult to imagine that this map was drawn in a hurry, Zhao Yun wondered if someone had stolen the map of the General Staff Headquarters of the Japanese Far East Army.

It is too detailed, as large as a forest and as small as a ravine, every grass and tree in the Sikhote Mountains can find traces on this map, in Zhao Yun's opinion, this is simply an impossible task, and the only reasonable explanation can only be that this Mr. Denikin, a long, long time ago, already knew everything about the Sikhote Mountains, otherwise he would never have been able to draw such a detailed map in such a short time.

You must know that Zhang Huzi has been in the Northeast for so long, and the map in his hand is still Japanese, and it is still from the Russo-Japanese War, so it is self-evident what the significance of a specific and detailed map is for sending troops to the Far East.

If this thing is true, then things are fun......

A writer who spends his days in the library seems to be light-hearted, but he knows the situation of Wrangel's White Russian army well, and if anyone says that there is no story in it, I'm afraid even a fool will not believe it.

"It seems that this is not an ordinary chess game played by Japan and Soviet Russia, and Britain, France and the United States are waving flags behind their backs, but a game of chess that Japan, Soviet Russia, White Russia, Tsarist Russia, and China all want to intervene in......" Zhao Yun smiled and looked at the map image that was transmitted, "Farell Tucker, you arrange it immediately, and this Mr. Denikin will be handed over to me for a meeting." “

"Yes, master." Farrel Tucker immediately and respectfully arranged.

Falel-Tucker was quite fast, and it was only two hours before he brought back Denikin's reply.

Guò and Mr. Denikin had made an appointment, and the original reply was, "If Master Falel Tucker has time, you can go to the Belgian library to find him." ””

"Hehe, it seems that this Mr. Denikin can't wait to meet you......" Zhao Yun smiled secretly in his heart, and let Fareltak lead the way, linking his gaze to Fareltucker's line of sight, and went to the Belgian library.

The full name of Belgium is the Kingdom of Belgium. Geographically and culturally, Belgium is at the crossroads of Europe. It is located in the northwest of Europe, bordering Germany to the east, the Netherlands to the north, France to the south, Luxembourg to the southeast, and the North Sea to the west. The densely populated Belgium is one of the most industrially developed regions in the world and was one of the first countries on the European continent to carry out the Industrial Revolution in the early 19th century. The Belgian Library is the capital and largest city of Belgium, the best place in Brussels, surrounded by spacious and clean streets, a marble-paved circular square facing the library gate, clear fountains, flying white doves, adding a bit of solemnity to this treasure trove of knowledge.

Farrel Tucker made a car, and when he arrived near the library, he took two personal guards, and a group of three people walked through the circular square, standing outside the library gate, and before he could explain his intentions, a middle-aged man dressed luxuriously dressed had already greeted him with a respectful expression.

"Hello, Dear Lord Farrel Tucker, there are a lot of people here, Mr. Denikin, please come in, he is now waiting for you in the lounge on the second floor of the library."

The lobby of the library is quiet, most of the people who come to read and borrow books sit on both sides of the long table, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows three or four meters high bring outdoor sunlight into the lobby of the library. Thick books, neatly displayed on the shelves, three or three people were watching intently, when the four of them walked in from the door, no one even looked at them, whether it was the luxurious clothes of the middle-aged people, or the momentum of the superior of Farrell Tucker, here as if all beings were equal, no one cared at all......

Seeing this situation in the library, Zhao Yun knew that this Denikin was not simple, and he had already taken the lead before they met. This "voice" doesn't have to make a sound, and it is also a skill to be able to shut people up.

Infected by the atmosphere, the four of them walked lightly through the library lobby and down the stairs to the second floor, where the guards who led the way knocked lightly twice on a hidden door, and then heard an old voice coming from inside.

"Please come in."

Falel Tucker straightened the folds of his suit and told the two guards to stay outside, before reaching out and pushing open the hidden door.

The lounge is only about 15 square meters, and it is only a place for readers to rest, not a place to meet guests, so it is not very spacious, and there are rows of upholstered sofas that can be used as beds on each side, and it seems that there are usually many people who go to sleep and rest on the two rows of chairs. And it seems that because of the environment, just entering the lounge, it seems that you can smell a strong fragrance of ink. The thick carpet is soft and clean, and on the other side of the room, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows let in the afternoon sun, bringing a warm spring breeze to this small lounge.

On the chair to the right of the lounge, a pale old man sat serenely, slowly but rhythmically flicking his fingers, and under his fingertips was a German version of "A Brief History of Tsarist Russia".

"Good afternoon, Master Farrell Tucker." The old man's tone was slow and gentle, and there was a faint smile in his eyes as he looked at Farrel Tucker.

"An old fox!" Zhao Yun, who had been mixed in the workplace, immediately judged it in his heart, but there was a smile on his face that he thought he was in a top hat, and he held his chest with one hand and greeted him, "Good afternoon, Mr. Denikin." He bent down slightly and bowed to the old man who was sitting in his chair.