Mirerovo was a small town on the Luhansk-Moscow railway line, and in April 1918 it became the front line of the confrontation between the Red Army and the White Army. The two armies were divided by small towns, the north of which belonged to the paradise of the Red Army, and the south to the hell where the White Army was raging.

From the day of the fall of Luhansk, it was the front line of the defense of Moscow, and on the steppes of the Don River outside the city, the Red Army and the White Army were strangled together, and the gunfire never stopped, day or night.

"Your Excellency Battalion Commander," a Cossack with a saber on his shoulder, panting and rushing to a bearded old man, gave a military salute respectfully, and said very urgently: "According to the reconnaissance of the rangers, the rabbit cub of the red bandit has come out again!" ”

The bearded old man stroked his beard, glanced at the Cossack with great imposingness, and said with some displeasure: "Ravl, how many times have I told you. As a cavalryman, you can't have a little mud on your riding boots...... Look at your boots, they're dirty. What's the difference with those infantry mud legs, this is simply a disgrace to our cavalry! ”

The Cossack named Ravl twitched in the face, although the cavalry polishing boots was the most basic skill, but it was not the occasion for scoring. In the big mud of the Nimadun River, freshly polished boots are covered in mud as soon as you go out for a spin. If you want to keep your boots shiny all the time, either don't go out all day, or take a shoeshine cloth all the time!

Now that the military situation is urgent, and every once in a while they have to exchange fire with the partisans of the Red Army, how can they have so much time to take care of their boots?

Anyway, Ravl was unimpressed with this tradition, and also with their battalion commanders, especially with the latter. He is a belly of opinions. I don't know where the superior of Lu Dao found such a strange old thing. All day long, I know that the Tao tortures the people below.

Look at his rules. You must take a shower once a week, you are not allowed to drink alcohol during your work time, and you must always pay attention to your military uniform and appearance. That's all about that, what's even more fucking fucking is that this old man really thinks of himself as a saint, and he is not allowed to rob, torture prisoners, or find a Ukrainian girl to vent. Nima. Is this a soldier or a monk?

Anyway, Raffle and several officers who were on good terms with him had a bad opinion on the old man, and it was better to go directly to the Red Army according to this method! Only the ascetics who have been poisoned by communism have such strange rules!

"Did you tell the regimental commander about the situation?" The bearded old man interrupted Lovell's complaint, who nodded and said, "The regimental commander said it." Let's strike and get those bunnies away, and we can't let them continue to wreak havoc on the railroad, or we'll be stuck in this mud-filled place forever......"

The old man interrupted Raffl's complaint with a wave of his hand, and although he himself was not satisfied with the climate and traffic conditions in the lower Don River, he believed that the most important thing as a soldier was obedience.

"Prepare the horses, we'll attack in ten minutes!"

The partisans of the Red Army were the first to be cleaned up by the Cossacks, and these little things, more cunning than rats, would penetrate into the rear of the White Army from any corner. They will sabotage the railway, blow up the roadbed. The worst can also harass them at night and make them sleep poorly.

Especially these rabbit cubs are more slippery than the other, never face to head, and change places when they shoot a shot, which is really faster than rabbits. Dealing with them with infantry is simply thankless. After a series of setbacks, the heads of the White Army figured it out, let the four-legged ones chase these two-legged ones!

The Cossack cavalry was divided into parts, left at important communication nodes, and as soon as they found traces of the activities of the Red Army partisans, they immediately attacked, using the speed of the cavalry to catch up and destroy them.

However, most of the Cossacks complained about this work, and they considered themselves superior to others and were not willing to be "fly swatters" at all. I have to run around when there is a wind and grass, and many times I am tired and half dead but I don't catch a fart. They still prefer to kill, arson, rob and prostitutes, and that kind of day is what the Cossacks yearn for.

And, taking a step back, wouldn't it be nice to stay in the barracks and rest honestly, like the infantry? At least not so tired. When did the noble cavalry become the pawns of the infantry mud-legged men?

The only person in Lovell's troops who was satisfied with the present state of affairs was probably their old battalion commander, who did not know where he got so much energy, and as soon as he stepped on horseback, he was as mad and mentally ill as he could not stop. Could it be that this old thing has fully poured the energy of the lower body into his limbs, otherwise he would not have opened meat for a month or two, and he would not have been on fire?

Under Lovell's contemptuous gaze, the bearded old man limped to the horse, and then, with a beautiful turn, got on the horse's back. In this regard, Ravel couldn't help but complain in his heart: "You are obviously sharp in your legs, what kind of lame person you are pretending!" ”

"Let's go!"

With the bearded old man's angry scream, dozens of horses and their masters sprang out of the way, their hooves rolling and carrying a puff of dirt, and soon disappeared below the horizon.

This time, Raffl's luck was good, unlike the previous ones, when he arrived at the scene of the incident, the Red Army partisans had already disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mess for them to clean up. This time, the Red Army partisans were hit by the patrol, and although the patrol was largely neutralized after a short and fierce firefight, they also lost valuable escape.

"Raise your sword, charge!"

The bearded old man who took the lead drew his saber and, after pulling a few swords, grabbed the horse's belly and rushed towards the Red Army guerrillas like an arrow from the hyun.

Raffle wasn't that stupid, he loved his life very much, and he wouldn't do such a stupid thing as taking the lead in a charge. He preferred to wait for the Red Army guerrillas to retreat, and then to go to the prestige, cleaning the battlefield is his favorite.

This is also what he dislikes the old man the most, in the past, he could have waved his horsewhip to let the soldiers charge, he could follow behind, or he could simply stay put. When the battle is decided, he can calmly choose whether to go up and beat the reservoir dogs or turn the horse's head and flee for his life.

But this did not work under the old man's command, and according to the old man's orders, the officer must take the lead in the charge. It is also necessary to rush to the front. Otherwise. After the battle. He was whipped at the worst and kicked out of the company.

This kind of rule-breaking is naturally a belly of opinions for the officers, and they have also thought about letting the old man get out, or simply shooting him with a black gun. It's a pity that this old man's background is too big, and it is said that he is still an earl, and he has a good relationship with several high-level officials. Hit him with a black gun. Let the above find out, it will definitely lose its head.

Anyway, the officers hated this damn old man so much that they wished the Red Army had killed him earlier, and they would not have a good life without him. Therefore, every time the old man took the lead in the charge, all the officers chose to take a few steps slower and deliberately hung the old man out of the army, just to let the Red Army kill him.

However, I don't know if the Red Army's marksmanship is too poor, or God is blind, so he just won't accept this thief old man. Obviously, this product is at the forefront. But often after a battle, the people behind either lose their lives or hang flowers. The old man couldn't even hurt a single hair. This made Raffle wonder, could it be that the bullet really had long eyes?

This time the charge was the same as before, the old man took the lead, and he really had the momentum of taking the head of the general among the ten thousand troops, and the Ravel who followed behind them seemed to be careless and ineffective. When the old man rushed into the enemy line, opened his bow left and right, and cut off two skulls, Raffle and his grandsons were late.

After a burst of chickens and dogs, the guerrillas completely collapsed, and the next procedure was nothing more than beating the water dogs. In the past, Lovel liked this kind of activity, but now, looking at the lively old man, he was full of anger.

He cursed in his heart: "Damn old thing, why don't you die!" ”

The old man who was cursed by Raffle not only did not have the slightest intention of kicking his legs, but after a battle, he looked refreshed, and the two beards on his lips were curled up one by one, looking so energetic.

At this moment, he no longer has the murderous aura he used to have, sitting on horseback, he took out the pocket watch in his jacket pocket, and looked at the photos inside affectionately, as if praying and seeming to repent.

Lovell, who was next to him, looked at the old man from a distance, with a squinting expression on his face, of course, if it wasn't for this good mouthful, no one would want to have a relationship with an old man in his fifties and sixties. He coveted the old man's granddaughter, and since he saw the family photo in the old man's hand, this granddaughter who was very fond of the old man's water and spirit was lustful.

To tell the truth, for this kind of stunning color, any man will inevitably be tempted. For example, our protagonist Li Xiaofeng, who has long been captured by Miss Angelina's beauty.

In an ordinary house in Severodonetsk, a certain immortal calmly asked the man sitting across from him: "Found that old man?" ”

"A little brow-raising, according to the clues you provided, I found his traces near Minerovo," Yakov quickly took out a newspaper from his pocket and handed it to a certain immortal, "Take a look!" ”

There is nothing to say about the contents of the newspaper, and the news on the newspaper run by the White Army is nothing more than how righteous and lofty he is, how many cities he has recovered today, and how many Red Bandits he has killed tomorrow. All in all, there are many people who brag and say big things.

However, the headline on the front page of this newspaper is a little different, telling about the achievements of a certain Cossack cavalry, and in the photo with the text, Li Xiaofeng took a little effort to find a certain old man in the corner of the edge.

"It's a bit like a Cossack." Li Xiaofeng complained about the old man's beard, then raised his head and asked, "Have you contacted him?" ”

Yakov smiled wryly, after the victory of the October Revolution, he was recruited by someone's special branch as one of the first special agents to operate in Ukraine, and after the rebellion of the Czech Legion, he broke into the White Army.

To tell the truth, Yakov was ready to do a big job at that time, but what made him more depressed was that the first task sent by his immediate boss was not to engage in military intelligence, but to lose the search for a bad old man.

At that time, Yakov was really speechless, and felt that he was really overkill. However, he didn't dare to complain, after all, a certain immortal had helped him avenge his great revenge, and he had also arranged a serious way out for his sister. It doesn't matter if you let him find a bad old man, it doesn't matter if you go to find a dog.

"No," Yakov shook his head, "you told me not to reveal my identity. So I'm just secretly following Mr. Hemstra's movements. ”

Li Xiaofeng nodded, very satisfied with Yakov's caution, "Okay." This concludes the task. You don't have to pay any attention to old Mr. Hemstella...... You have new tasks. It's your new identity! ”

As he spoke, a certain immortal threw a brown paper bag to Yakov. The latter took it blankly and asked, "I don't have to continue to lurk in the White Army?" ”

"There's no need for that." Li Xiaofeng said lightly, in fact, he was not interested in the intelligence of the White Army at the beginning, and arranged for Yakov to lurk in the White Army, mainly to find Old Hemstra, and now that he has found it, Yakov will naturally play a more important role.

"This is who you are from now on." Li Xiaofeng clicked on the brown paper bag, "Your task is to find a way to get close to Voroshilov, and it is best to gain his trust...... My requirement is to be on top of his every move, and especially of his connection with Stalin......"

Yakov had no expression on his face, but he was very shocked in his heart, he knew very well the contradiction between someone and Stalin, and Voroshilov, this was the arrangement for him to go behind enemy lines!

"It doesn't matter, don't contact me, just cater and please that stupid big guy," said this. Li Xiaofeng suddenly paused and asked, "How are your riding skills?" ”

Yakov twitched in the face. He replied, "Very good." ”

Li Xiaofeng nodded and said, "That's good, remember, the original Yakov doesn't exist from today on, and your current identity is just an ordinary peasant kid......"

After listening to Li Xiaofeng's explanation, Yakov left cautiously, and he had a very strange feeling about this mission. He felt that he was not starting a new latent career, but a phoenix-like rebirth, and from this day on, his past would disappear and his future would be shrouded in fog......

When Yakov began his new life, the elder Hemsstra collapsed almost immediately after returning to the barracks after a hard day's work. As an elderly man in his early sixties, it is not so easy to ride and slash every day.

After each day, he felt like he was falling apart, which was completely different from the cosplay he used to play at home. At that time, everything that happened on the "battlefield" was set, and he only needed to memorize the lines from the book and walk the steps, and then he could enjoy the joy of victory.

On the real battlefield, everything is unpredictable, you don't know when the enemy will appear, you don't know how many enemies there are, and you can't even guarantee that your comrades around you are as brave as your cosplay companions.

The battlefield is not a house, it will bleed, it will die, and it will never believe in tears. The past few months of fighting career have made the old man feel exhausted, and he has been gritting his teeth almost every day, and he doesn't even know how long he can last.

Yes, the old man had never felt so tired, not only physically, but more mentally. Before joining the White Army, he had a vision of his military career. In his dreams, the battlefield is a place for men to show their courage and wisdom. Every soldier should have his own pride, even if it is an opponent who is hostile to each other, he can fight to the death on the battlefield, but when the battle is over, the victor should give the loser the necessary respect.

It can be said that in the old man's vision, the battlefield was actually a place for gentlemen and nobles to show their style and pride. It's not the real situation, but it's completely out of line with the old man's estimate.

When the old man actually went to the battlefield and really got up close and personal with the battle, those dream-like things immediately collapsed. There are no officers who are full of gentlemanly demeanor to maintain the honor and pride of the soldiers, and the officers of the White Army he has more contact with three kinds, one is greedy for life and fear of death, and the other is extremely cruel and almost inhumane, and the third is to be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day, and get by.

Not only the officers, but the soldiers made the old man's head bigger, the kind of brave and fearless soldiers that can only be found in dreams did not exist at all, and the gray animals needed the officers to whip them and kick their asses before they could act. And once there is a setback, morale can collapse in an instant. At this time, except for the bullets of the Warlords, nothing could calm them down.

All in all, the old man was disappointed in this army. Especially in military discipline, this army is simply a bandit who is more willing to rob, more willing to kill ordinary people, and more willing to rape women. What ideals and what are the ideals to defend the motherland and drive out the red bandits, all of them are just slogans.

Although the old man thinks that he is not a good person, he also has his own pride, and he is neither accustomed to nor willing to do such things by bullying the small and relying on the strong and the weak. But every time he righteously denounced these ugly deeds and warned his superiors. His former best friends were dismissive of this, and even advised him that the Russian army was like this. Moreover, what kind of extraordinary period is now, and in order to maintain the stability of the troops, it is understandable that military discipline should be appropriately relaxed.

This kind of shit-like explanation and excuse, the old man really can't accept it, but others are soft-spoken, and he can't change much at all except to restrain his subordinates. For example, today, when he was sore and drowsy, there was a sudden sharp scream from outside the barracks.

"What's going on!"

The old man got up in a hurry, and kicked open the door of Lovell's room in a rage, and this was where the source of the screams came from. When he saw the situation in the room clearly, the old man was furious! (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you for holding the Pole, Juventus and PanzerVI comrades!