When the old man first heard the high-pitched voice about the soprano, his first reaction was that the people below were openly disobeying his orders and secretly committing adultery with women. The old man couldn't stand this kind of behavior, so he angrily rushed up and kicked the door open.

However, when the old man saw the situation in the room, it was really smoke! Even at that moment, he wanted to use his hands to blind his dog's eyes. Because what happened in the house was so disgusting and disgusting that it almost made him jump in a trembling spirit.

So what's going on in the house? It's easy to say, a group of officers led by Raffle are working on the base, and this group of goods is trying to blow up the chrysanthemum. This little guy was none other than the Red Army partisans who had been captured in the afternoon, and he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and he looked a little like the little sister next door.

I don't want to be his "pseudo-girl" appearance who was taken by a group of demons in Lovell, and he was ready to take advantage of the old man to fall asleep and do that disgusting thing. Who would have thought that this kid's resistance would be so fierce, and he would let him break free without paying attention, and then he shouted the earth-shattering voice of the ghosts.

"Christ Jesus, Virgin Mary!"

The green tendons on the old man's head were violent, as a devout believer, this kind of blind dog-eyed scene simply made him unbearable, and he burst into foul language without paying attention.

"You bastards!"

The old man immediately became furious, raised his whip and rushed in, whipping Raffle's group of scum into a wolf howl.

"I'm going to shoot, no, hang me immediately, no. Burn you now! ”

The old man was so angry that he trembled. The chest rises and falls rapidly. A heart will pop out. After beating this group of scum severely, he was still angry and ordered Ravel and the others to be tied up and shot on the spot.

"Your Excellency," the deputy commander advised, "this matter...... Tsk, although their actions were unforgivable, however, they were shot. The officers in our company were swept away...... How can this still be warn? ”

The old man was actually angry for a while, and when he calmed down a little, he also found that he couldn't do this. Really shot Ravel and the others, although they were relieved, but what about the company? Now that the big war is approaching, you can't live without officers, right?

But let's talk about letting them all go, the old man looked at a few officers who were naked and huddled together, and felt disgusted for no reason, this is too cheap for them.

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living sin is unforgivable!" The old man said angrily. "Fifty lashes for each and three days of confinement!"

After speaking. The old man ignored the deputy battalion commander to continue to plead, and dropped a sentence: "Execute it immediately!" And he left in a hurry.

The night was destined to be unpeaceful, and the company's garrison resounded with a series of ghosts and wolves, and when had Ralph and the others suffered this sin, fifty lashes almost made them feel painful, and they were even more jealous of the old man.

"Old thing, the master remembers you." Ravel lay on his stomach on the marching bed throbbing in pain, and his back was covered with dark red whip marks, and the orderly was carefully medicating him.

To tell the truth, the damage that fifty lashes can do is far more than that, and if they were beaten to death, it is estimated that the group of people lying on the marching bed would not survive nine times out of ten. This little bit of redness, swelling and bruising is simply a mercy on the part of his subordinates.

Of course, people like Raffle don't know what it means to be merciful, and all they have is resentment.

"I'm your grandma, Lao Tzu has never suffered such a big crime in his life, why did he beat the master, what crime did Lao Tzu commit...... Nima, isn't it just to have some fun, what's the big deal! ”

The other also chimed in: "That's it, it's okay if the girl doesn't let you play, even if you get a baby, you have to be beaten, what is this Nima?" It's too wide! ”

Lovell hit the nail on the head and made the most concise summary: "Brothers, I can understand that if we have this old thing for a day, we will suffer a day's loss...... I can't live this day! ”

"What are you going to do? Why don't we apply for a transfer? ”

"Transfer?" Ravel snorted coldly and said gloomily: "Why let us go, this is the team of Lao Tzu, and if you want to get out, it's the old thing to roll up and get out!" ”

Immediately, several officers nodded in agreement, and they all thought that the old man should be let go. Why is this happening? The reason is simple: the ranks of the White Army were completely patchwork, a collection of old officers who were dissatisfied with the Bolsheviks and rebelled with the old units. For them, the big soldiers under their hands are fundamental. If you leave your own troops, you can only score points at the disposal of others, where is there still a chance to give orders?

This year, the one who has a gun in his hand is the uncle, let them give up the gun to be the commander of the light pole, how can these people agree?

"So what do you say?"

Ravl sneered and whispered: "The old thing is not benevolent and righteous, and if he doesn't give us a way to live, then let's go out and kill him!" ”

When this voice came out, several other officers were startled, but they knew that the relationship between the old man was very strong, and it was probably difficult to explain if he was killed. This is an important reason why they have always dared to be angry and dare not speak.

"Look at your cowardice!" Lovell became angry and said sarcastically: "What is there to be afraid of, as long as we work together and do it skillfully, so that the top can't find the handle, what risk can there be!" ”

"You said it simply," someone immediately objected, "You also saw tonight, the deputy battalion commander is all the way with the old man, how can you do it?" If we can't afford to lose our wife and lose our soldiers, we will lose our lives! ”

"You know!" Raffle spat on him, sneered and asked, "Do you really think that the deputy battalion commander is all the way with the old thing?" ”

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Lovell's smile became more and more sinister, "The deputy battalion commander just can't do anything about the old thing." Aren't you ignorant of the way, the old thing is blocking his boss's financial path, can he be happy? The deputy battalion commander is just like us, he is full of complaints, but he dares to be angry but does not dare to speak! ”

This is indeed true, the White Army was originally a rebel, and after losing the support of the Russian industrial regions of Petrograd and Moscow, all expenses had to be raised by themselves. From guns and bullets to food and clothing. You have to do everything yourself. For example, military pay. The soldier can pull the strong man without giving money. But for the professional officers of the pre-Tsarist era, how can they live without military pay?

Counting on the upper echelons of the White Army to make money? This is not the 1919 year in history, when the wealthy Allied bosses paid their salaries. The White Army, which is purely self-sufficient without foreign aid, has to do everything possible to recruit on the battlefield - to put it bluntly, it is to rob.

As the top brass of the White Army turned a blind eye to the field recruitment, the officers below were struggling to fall. From the beginning of the twisting and pinching embarrassment, to the later righteousness and brightness, robbery has almost become the most enthusiastic activity of the officers of the White Army. Who doesn't love this kind of open-minded ticket-making activity? It's not like to be stupid.

It can be said that the military discipline of the White Army is quite bad. It's getting worse and worse every day. Especially in the later period, with the continuous defeat on the battlefield, most of the White Army, whether officers or soldiers, focused on robbery and adultery, which once caused syphilis to spread wildly in the Far East.

For example, the old man's deputy battalion commander is a man who likes to make money. In the past, when the old man was not in office, nearly one-third of the gold and silver obtained by robbery fell into his purse, which was called a rich man. But with the old man taking office, his income has shrunk significantly. In the near future, it is even more unpaid.

As Raffle said, the deputy battalion commander did not like the old man. It is indeed dare to be angry but dare not speak. In fact, not only the officer class, but even ordinary soldiers do not necessarily like the old man. The White Army is an army without ideals, more people think about how to eat and drink to live, although the battlefield recruitment is mostly taken away by the officers, but after all, there is still a little bit of small head left for the soldiers, and there are white and tender girls to play, the boy day is very moist.

However, with the old man taking office, there is no income from robbery, and it is strictly forbidden to play with girls, and what is even more terrifying is that when you fight, you have to play with real guns. What, do you really regard our White Army brothers as saviors, as hard-working PLA?

It can be said that some naïve old men who are full of ideals have already offended the whole army, and they only need an opportunity and a fuse, and the contradiction will break out immediately, directly blowing him up to the point that there are no bones left.

When the old man was asleep, he probably didn't know that the officers had secretly gathered together for a small meeting to discuss how to solve his big trouble. He didn't know at all that the catastrophe was coming.

A few days later, when the old man once again led his troops to clear the guerrillas, the action against him immediately began.

"Deputy battalion commander, you take a company to make a detour from the side, cut off the back road of the red bandits, and after arriving at the predetermined position, give us a signal!" As he spoke, the old man waved his horsewhip, "The rest of the people rest in place, accumulate physical strength, and after the battle begins, we will destroy all the red bandits in one go......"

Before the battle began, the old man, as was his usual custom, began to pray and confess at the end of his life. Although it was the so-called red bandits who were killed, it was a murder anyway. As a devout believer, even if it is to kill a fellow kind who has been deceived by the devil, the old man considers himself guilty and needs to repent.

But today, the situation was a little different, when he knelt on one leg and kissed the cross in his hand, he could vaguely feel a few malicious eyes staring at him, but when he looked up, he didn't find anything unusual.

At first, the old man thought that he was too sensitive, but when he closed his eyes, the feeling became more and more intense, and his heart began to beat restlessly. Superstitious, he thought this was not a good sign, and immediately jumped back on his horse and began to examine his situation carefully.

Is there a flaw in the battle plan? Or did they miscalculate the strength of the Red Bandit guerrillas?

One by one, the old man ruled out the potential dangers, until he accidentally noticed Lovell's malicious eyes—could the danger come from his own people?

To tell the truth, the old man was taken aback by his own thoughts, and even subconsciously wanted to rule out this ridiculous thought. Even if he was not used to seeing the actions of the officers, he always believed that this was just rat poop that ruined a pot of soup, and it was just an isolated phenomenon. The army he served must and must still represent justice and the future of Russia.

The old man secretly comforted himself, telling himself that it was just nervousness, and that it was better not to think about it. But what's funnier is that even if the old man wants to hypnotize himself like chanting the scriptures, his thinking will inevitably deviate. Think wildly. So much so that even he was annoyed by himself after the worst!

"Your Excellency, Battalion Commander. The deputy battalion commander signaled! ”

Just when the old man was extremely entangled. The herald reminded him to pay attention to the signal. The old man looked up at the three red flares that were rising up, and to tell the truth, he was a little hesitant at this time, considering whether to give up.

But he immediately put this idea behind him, as a soldier he can't be so childish and give up fighting just because he is not mentally satisfied, if this is a big joke if it spreads. He will never accept this result!

A second later, the old man drew his saber. Raised high, puffed up his breath and shouted: "Get on the horse, attack!" ”

The saber was unsheathed, and the shouting and killing sound all over the mountains and fields played the most majestic saber dance music with the cooperation of the trampling sound of the horses' hooves. As always, the old man is still leading the charge. His bravery and fearlessness look so tragic against the sinister smile of the despicable villain.

The old man brandished his saber to kill left and right, the fierce battle and the smell of blood made him forget his previous feeling for a while, and he threw himself into the fight, taking away a life with every swing of the knife.

As the battle progresses. His face, hands, and clothes were covered in blood, and the blood even dripped from the tips of his leather boots on the muddy and fertile land of the Don River.

Of course. The old man was inevitably tired, and as the frequency of his swinging of the knife slowly decreased, gradually, he felt strained, and if it weren't for the horse under his crotch supporting him, he would probably collapse directly to the ground at this time.

Fortunately, to the old man's great relief, as he charged, the red bandits quickly collapsed, and they fled in groups of three or five throwing away their armor and throwing their legs, and if there was no accident, he would have won again.

"Leave a platoon to clean up the battlefield, and the rest will follow me!" The old man commanded a little breathlessly.

According to his plan, it is far from enough to defeat the red bandits, and it is necessary to completely annihilate this group of red bandits to be considered a complete merit, and he must rush to surround and destroy them before the red bandits break through the barrier of the deputy battalion commander!

Whipping the horse twice hard, the old man pursued forward like a gust of wind, and in front, the troops of the deputy battalion commander were blocking the red bandits, and it seemed that he only needed to rush forward to embrace victory.

The battle seemed to turn into a one-sided slaughter, and the deputy battalion commander who had dismounted and formed a straggler line was naming the bandits one by one, and each shot represented that they were one step closer to victory. At least that's what the old man thinks.

But just when he finally caught the tail of the red bandit and drew his sword again to open the killing ring, an unexpected situation happened. According to common sense, at this time, the deputy battalion commander should not shoot anymore, he should lead the team to get on the horse again, and cooperate with the main force to harvest the remnants of the enemy.

But this time, the deputy battalion commander did not do this, he and his soldiers did not seem to see the old man mixed with the red bandits at all, and even the scattered shots turned into a neat row of guns.

After the gunshot, the bullets harvested not only the lives of the "red bandits", but also the old man. After the first round of guns, the old man's sheepskin military hat was taken away by the bullet, and if this bullet was a little lower, I am afraid that it would not only be the military hat that was taken away.

After cutting down a red bandit who tried to resist, the old man raised his head and glanced in the direction of the deputy battalion commander. He thought it was probably an accident, and just when he wanted to remind the deputy battalion commander to stop putting guns indiscriminately, the second round of accidents happened again!

This is no accident!

Although the old man is sometimes naïve, it does not mean that he is stupid, he can feel that the second round of guns is aimed at him at all. If he hadn't taken action, he probably wouldn't have been so lucky to continue standing here after the third and fourth rounds of shooting.

"Stop shooting!" The old man roared with all his might, and the answer was another round of gunfire, this time with a shot in the right arm, and he almost fell off his horse. He was still good at horsemanship, and he stabilized his figure as soon as he twisted his waist, and then immediately hit the horse and fled.

"Fool, keep shooting! Kill that old thing! On the other side, the deputy battalion commander shouted at the throat. For him, if the old man was shot in the back and killed, it was not good, and it was difficult to explain. Must be killed before he turns around!

Unfortunately, it backfired, and at the moment of crisis, the old man's movements were too agile, and the horse under his crotch was like dancing an elegant waltz, and he turned around as soon as he raised his legs, and then flew with all four hooves, and ran away in a smoke.

The old man struggled to keep his body down, using his left hand and legs to control the direction, and his right arm hung there as if he had dislocated. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind - run, run, run as fast as possible!

It was at this time that the old man realized that he was the only one who seemed to have rushed out of the queue in the last charge just now, and the other soldiers did not seem to charge with him. Suddenly, his feeling was even worse, because he thought about it—I am afraid that there is not only the deputy battalion commander who wants his life, but the other officers are probably in the same group as the deputy battalion commander!

It must be said that this realization came too late, because opposite him, the officer led by Raffle was ordering the soldiers to aim at him, and as Raffle's raised right hand fell heavily, a dense rain of bullets drowned the old man.

The horse stumbled and knelt on the ground, and the huge inertia threw the old man out of the ground, and rolled on the ground a few times in a row, the old man felt that his body bones were torn apart, and the severe pain tore his nerves, and only the hysterical laughter and roar of Ravel and others came from his ears: "Keep shooting, don't stop!" (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank Juventus and Comrade Potato for the second kill!