I heard that he could rejoin the army and do a big job, Boris agreed without saying a word, for him these two years are really idle, as long as he can return to the army, let him be a platoon commander.

Of course, it is impossible for Li Xiaofeng to let the old man start from the platoon commander, how to say that the old man was also a colonel when he retired back then, and he was also a senior colonel. A junior colonel like Yegorov can do the work of a general, and it is more than enough to be an army commander and division commander with the ability of an old man.

In fact, when the old man was forced to retire, he was the division commander, and the amphibious operations that the Black Sea Fleet will carry out in the next step are estimated to be much smoother with an experienced expert like the old man.

However, after Eberhardt's introduction, Li Xiaofeng valued not the old man's military skills, but his prestige in the Black Sea Fleet. How to say it, Boris this old man belongs to the non-mainstream in the Russian army, although he was born in the nobility (with the title of baron), but as he himself said before, it is really a dilapidated house, except for a dilapidated manor and a few acres of land, the aristocracy has nothing in the aristocracy.

Anyway, the old man didn't have much aristocratic education when he was a teenager, and he didn't have a life of flying eagles and horses, and he spent most of his time with the serfs on the farm, and he was a good hand at raising horses and cattle. In the words of Eberhardt, Boris in his youth was more of a peasant than a nobleman.

Fortunately, the old man himself is also angry, although the family conditions are very sloppy, but the young man is very handsome, Yushu is tall and mighty in the wind or something, anyway, he is dignified, and when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he was taken by the big nobles of the next village and recruited as a son-in-law.

With the support of my father-in-law. Boris was able to receive a formal education systematically. Like other aristocratic youths. He also chose to go to military school. Back then, the old man's wish was to be a majestic cavalryman, how chic he was to ride a high-headed horse!

It's a pity that when I applied for the military academy, I don't know if the old man was sloppy or went off the road, and the cavalry school was not admitted, so I was stunned to get the navy. Of course, the Navy is also good. In terms of military attributes, it is more noble than cavalry.

But the old man also has a personality, and when he entered the naval academy, he learned to learn gunnery, learn to drive a ship, and how cool it is to be a captain. He was fortunate that he didn't have the slightest interest in the collision of the steel behemoths, and he went to the Marine Corps to mix.

Of course, it is not that the Marine Corps is bad, since Peter the Great established this branch of the army in Russia, the Russian Marine Corps (called the naval infantry in the Soviet era) is an elite unit, and it has repeatedly made a name for itself.

If the old man is like other noble children, he will live up honestly, and then learn some skills to slap horses. It is estimated that he will be able to become a general by the time he is fifty or sixty years old. But he is too individual, very grassroots (probably related to what happened in his youth) and mingles with soldiers. But the relationship with colleagues and superiors is a mess. always spoke for the soldiers, opposed the wanton violence of the officers, and dared to denounce the blind command of the superiors in person.

Such a person, of course, was difficult to mix in the Russian army back then, and it is said that the old man was only a captain at thirty-five or sixteen. However, the old man's own military quality and command ability are completely fine, but he just offended his superiors and sat on the cold bench.

Fortunately, as long as it is gold, it will shine, and just when the old man thought that he could only retire in humiliation with the rank of captain, he finally attracted the appreciation of his superiors, and finally turned over for a while, in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The old man grew from an ordinary company commander to a regimental commander. Especially after the outbreak of World War I, under the command of Eberhardt, the old man was like a fish in water, and finally rose to the rank of colonel and division commander.

However, with the ouster of Eberhardt, the old man's good days came to an end, and after Kolchak came to power, he first liquidated Eberhardt's old friends, so the old man was forced to retire.

But the old man is gone, but the tea is not cold. As mentioned earlier, the old man has a bit of arrogance and pity. Among the grassroots soldiers, the prestige is quite high, and in the years when he was the division commander, the officers from civilian backgrounds were exceptionally promoted, so although he was forced to leave, his influence still exists. At least more popular than someone like Eberhardt, whose superiors don't hate and don't like his subordinates.

And this is also where Li Xiaofeng relies on the old man the most, if he wants to smash Kolchak's conspiracy, what he lacks is this popularity, and the old man can just make up for this shortcoming. So, after a few days of Nikolaev, when they got back on the road to Sevastopol, the old man naturally followed.

"You're out of the country to fight, and the hotels and bars at home are gone?" Li Xiaofeng asked.

"I don't have to worry about it," the old man cocked his beard and said proudly: "It's always been my mother-in-law who cares about it, who is involved in this kind of thing!" ”

When Boris talked about his wife, although his tone was very rude, the affection in his eyes could not be concealed at all, and in fact the old man did not intend to hide it. For him, the most grateful thing in this life is his father-in-law and his wife, who have gone to heaven.

Without an old man, it is estimated that he can only herd cattle and horses in the countryside and become a farmer. And his wife never left him in the most difficult years of his army. To tell the truth, with the conditions of his father-in-law's family back then, he was iron-clad and high.

Speaking of which, Boris has a good wife, which is the thing that Eberhardt envies the most, his background is better than Boris, and this determines that he has no autonomy at all in marriage. It is true that the wife who married back is everyone's best girl, but Alberhardt feels that his wife is more like the kind of young lady who does not touch the spring water with ten fingers, and can only be regarded as a hall. Something really happened at home, and Eberhardt felt that there was no one to talk to.

So, Eberhardt didn't quite want to talk about this topic, but interrupted: "What is the situation in Sevastopol?" The fleet is okay? ”

Boris was immediately led astray, and sighed: "What is good, there is no good thing in 1917, the fleet lacks everything, lack of coal, lack of spare parts, especially the mouth of the mother is not as good as a month, and the soldiers' grievances are quite large." This year is even worse, in February, when the Germans launched a furious attack, Odessa and Nikolaev were in jeopardy, and the fleet was ready even for the worst. Ready to sink yourself. Later the Brest contract was concluded. The situation has only taken a turn for the better. But ......"

Li Xiaofeng kept his ears pricked up and hurriedly asked, "But what?" ”

Boris smiled strangely and said: "But the officers are quite emotional about this, especially after even Romania dared to fight our idea and annexed Bessarabia (part of Moldova), anti-Bolshevik sentiment began to heat up!" ”

Regarding the problem of Bessarabia, Li Xiaofeng sighed in his heart, this is another bad book. Objectively speaking, Bessarabia has little to do with Russia, and belongs to the territory that the Tsar seized from the Ottoman Turkish Empire. It should be said that it doesn't matter if it's Bessarabia or Moldova. Closer to Romania.

But if you have a close relationship or something, you are a piece of in front of national interests, and no matter how good the relationship is, you can't stop other people's big fists, especially when you are neighbors with a domineering overlord like Tsarist Russia, especially helpless. After nearly a hundred years of war, Tsarist Russia finally swallowed Moldova into its belly. However, in 1918, with the collapse of Tsarist Russia and the coming to power of the Bolsheviks, Bessarabia and Moldova chose independence and union with Romania in accordance with the principle of national self-determination proposed by the Bolsheviks.

For this though. The officers of old Russia must not have been happy, and their ancestors had to sweat and blood to swallow the fat of Moldova (the fruit of victory in the 10th Russo-Turkish War of 1878). Before you can feel the taste, you are going to spit it out?

And who can't spit it out, I actually spit it out to Romania, I'm tired, what kind of thing is Romania, I could only give the goods of the Turkish sick man Stevia back then, and now I dare to break ground on the heads of our Russians, lose power and humiliate the country!

The officers of the Black Sea Fleet were already very dissatisfied with the Bolsheviks' practice of depriving them of their military rights and property after they came to power, and with Bessarabia as an excuse, there was a tendency to explode.

If you want to ask Li Xiaofeng what he thinks about the loss of Bessarabia, then the answer of a certain immortal is that he has no opinion, he is not a Russian, and this land was originally snatched back, you can use it to rob it, and that person can also take it back. What's there to talk about this kind of rotten debt, and it's not clear!

Besides, the current Russia is really a phoenix, and it is really not as good as a chicken, and it is normal to be bullied at this time. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, it's a big deal that we will snatch it back later! In 1940, the Soviet Union didn't avenge the revenge of one arrow, and it was a matter of 20 years to fight and count, so bear with it first!

Moreover, Li Xiaofeng felt that these old officers who were preparing to make trouble were probably only defending their personal interests under the banner of patriotism, and it was false to shout slogans to defeat the Bolsheviks and regain the lost territory, and it was true to keep their dominant position, wealth, and political interests.

Li Xiaofeng has no good impression of this kind of goods that sell dog meat on the head of a sheep, so this kind of goods can only be sorted out to death, and if he dies to subdue him, it will stop.

"Report, there's a situation ahead!"

Li Xiaofeng was thinking about this aspect for a while, when the guard who opened the road suddenly ran over.

"White Army?" Li Xiaofeng asked.

The guard showed a strange expression and said: "It's not like the white army, it's a person who was injured and fainted in the snow, looking at the documents, it seems to be our own people, but ......"

What's so good about your own people? Li Xiaofeng was a little impatient, "But what? ”

The guard took out another notebook and handed it over, Li Xiaofeng took it and looked at it, and his face suddenly became weird.

"What's wrong?" Boris and Eberhardt also gathered around.

Li Xiaofeng handed the book to Eberhardt and said, "Do you remember this person?" The same three soldiers who fought with us that day and had a drink......"

Alberhardt opened the small notebook and saw the headshot on it at first glance, and it was true! But what's weird is that this was originally an identity certificate issued to the Czech Legion in the Tsarist era, if this kid was a Czech, how could he run to Dankoy, not far from Sevastopol?

"Czechs?" Boris was also taken aback, "Is this kid actually Czech?" ”

"That's right, it's Ludwijk. Svoboda. Li Xiaofeng pursed his lips, to be honest, he didn't find anything wrong with Svoboda that day, who would have thought that he was actually a member of the Czech Legion.

"Bring someone here!"

Eberhardt also felt that the matter was not trivial, and when the Black Sea Fleet was in chaos, even the Czechs could not help but intervene. This is a good indication that the situation is already quite bad.

So what will Svoboda get hurt for. And why does it appear in the suburbs of Dankoi? It all started with his escape. After a few days in Nikolaev, Konstantin and Nikolai took them to Sevastopol.

Upon arriving in Dankoy, Svoboda finally found an opportunity to escape Konstantin's surveillance, and fled with his legs. According to his plan, he first went straight to Odessa, and then managed to go to Moldova. After that, I will slowly observe, and when the war is over, I will find a way to return to my hometown in the Czech Republic.

But Svoboda didn't think of it. His luck turned out to be so bad that he managed to escape from Constantine's surveillance and successfully escaped, but on the way out of the city, he bumped into Nikolai who came back from running an errand.

Even more surprising to Svoboda was still behind, originally he thought that even if he bumped into Nikolai, it would not be a big deal, anyway, the other party didn't know that he had already escaped, and if he had a little trouble with this thing, maybe he could get through the trick?

However, Svoboda did not expect that his little abacus would immediately go bankrupt, and he did not wait for him to be vain. Konstantin hurried to the scene. The rest was simple, and Svoboda had a fight with the two. Narrowly escaped, but was also shot.

At that time, he escaped from Dankoy with his injuries, and after walking in the woods for more than a few hours, he finally fainted from excessive blood loss.

It should be said that this product is still relatively lucky, and on the verge of dying, he met Li Xiaofeng and his party, which can be regarded as picking up a small life. Of course, his life was picked up, but the freedom he had hoped for was gone.

"Ludwik. Mr. Svoboda, this is who you really are, right! ”

After Swoboda woke up, he was interrogated by Li Xiaofeng from his hospital bed, but he was very uncooperative and did not say a word.

"There's no point in not talking," Li Xiaofeng shrugged his shoulders absently, "I have figured out your identity, you joined the army in 1915, the second lieutenant platoon commander of the Czech Legion, and participated in the Donetsk rebellion in March." For the sins you have committed, enough to be shot! ”

Svoboda on the hospital bed was still silent, after he chose to escape, he had already prepared for the worst, anyway, he was tired of living like this, and maybe he would be relieved when he died. Therefore, he didn't care about Li Xiaofeng's threat at all.

Li Xiaofeng also discovered that this guy doesn't seem to have an ordinary hard mouth, and if he wants to shake his psychological defense, he must use some special means.

"To be honest, it's completely futile for you not to speak," Li Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I already know where you and your companion have settled in Dankoi, and even I can clearly remember the appearance of you and your companion now." In fact, before you woke up, the portraitist had already drawn the drawings and was now being raided all over the city. It's only a matter of time before your companion is caught! ”

Speaking of this, Li Xiaofeng paused slightly, and said, "In that case, why don't you save us a little time?" Wouldn't it be nice to end this pointless game of peek-a-boo sooner? ”

Svoboda still didn't speak, but only glared coldly at a certain immortal, and then closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. This uncooperative attitude made Li Xiaofeng a little itchy, but for the time being, there was only this one clue, and with Svoboda's current physical state, many methods were not suitable for use. We'll have to wait a little longer.

However, Li Xiaofeng did not expect that the waiting time would be less than he expected, and that night he received a rather strange news that Dan Kaoyi's Red Guards had found more than a dozen hastily buried bodies in the woods on the outskirts of the city, including the two men in the portrait.

"What? All dead? ”

Li Xiaofeng was surprised, this was something he couldn't imagine, and now he couldn't help but suspect that Svoboda was the lucky one who survived the extermination, could the enemy have had infighting?

Wanting to find out what was going on, Li Xiaofeng felt that the breakthrough was still in Svoboda, and immediately, he came to Svoboda's hospital room again with photos of all the corpses.

"You're infighting?" Li Xiaofeng asked with some sympathy.

Svoboda just opened his eyes and glanced at a certain immortal, then closed his eyes again. Li Xiaofeng sighed, threw the photo directly to the goods, and said: "You don't have to speak, but these people should be your companions, they end up like this, don't you have any feelings?" ”

Svoboda looked suspiciously at the photo, and at first glance he was shocked, the people in the photo were none other than his boys, who would have thought that just one day later, they would be a pile of cold corpses.

"You demons!" Svoboda struggled to get up from the bed, gritting his teeth as if he was going to fight with Li Xiaofeng, "I swear, I will make you evil Bolsheviks pay!" ”

Li Xiaofeng was a little confused, how could this kid look at the photo and his hatred exploded, and it was completely unreasonable, could it be that Gora's ability to hate has increased again?

"Inexplicable!" Li Xiaofeng snorted coldly, pointed to the photo and said: "These bodies were dug up in the woods in the eastern suburbs this afternoon, and the forensic doctor preliminarily estimated that the time of death was probably from late yesterday night to early this morning." You should know very well that we arrived in Dankoi in the morning, and even if you are angry, you should vent at the real murderer! ”

This sentence was tantamount to pouring cold water on Svoboda, and at that time he thought of a terrible possibility, could it be that his brother was killed by Konstantin and Nikolai? (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank the three comrades of the Riding King, the second kill potato, and Juventus!