From the overall situation, although Mannaheim cannot do anything for the time being, he can only grit his teeth and swallow his anger. However, this does not mean that the future founding father of Finland will not do anything. As long as he finds a suitable opportunity, Mannaheim will definitely make a certain immortal pay a heavy price.

However, Li Xiaofeng didn't know about Mannaheim's resentment at all. As mentioned earlier, he did not know that the warning of the Finnish Provisional Government was from Mannaheim's instruction. So he thought he had seen through the Finnish intentions smartly and did not care about this level of temptation at all.

Of course, even if Li Xiaofeng knew Mannaheim's original intention, he probably wouldn't care. From the beginning, this guy's idea was to use Mannaheim. For this reason, he could get involved in his relationship with Mannaheim.

If Mannaheim refuses to be used, then Li Xiaofeng will not be polite to the Finnish founding father. Everyone is the master of their own. If you have any skills, just use them. History is a game where the winners decide!

So in order to win and to welcome the outbreak of the Finnish civil war, Li Xiaofeng was actively making preparations. The first thing to bear is the recruitment!

In fact, Petrograd and Moscow are now a huge barracks, with groups of front-line defeated soldiers excitedly ushering in the moment of demobilization, while the working class, who was as excited as them, couldn't wait to pick up the steel guns and prepare to defend the new Soviet government with blood and life.

Two completely different trends gathered in the huge centers of the two revolutions, but everything was harmonious. Whether retired or served, the two sides had a smooth handover. The former gray animals took off their military uniforms, removed their steel guns, and handed them over to the young workers who could not wait to go to work, and then went their separate ways to go back to their respective homes. In a sense, this scene was quite funny. At least that was what Li Xiaofeng felt.

"Markway, are there people in our place too?"

Li Xiaofeng looked at the crowded conscription office and listened to Trotsky's passionate conscription speech on the loudspeaker. This scene reminded him of the scenes of shopping for supplies in a harmonious country in later generations.

Mark Wei replied weakly: "I don't know, but the last time the border police recruited people, it was not full. It seemed that the workers...the workers were more willing to join the Red Army. This time it was probably the same!"

Markvey didn't want to come up on the noisy streets at all. In the past, he liked to find some romance on the streets of Petrograd with his little hands. But as Petrograd became a large barracks, the city became more and more hustle and bustle, just like a vegetable market. As a young man in the upper class, he was not interested in visiting the vegetable market!

However, Li Xiaofeng was interested. Not only was he interested, he also brought the camera and took photos while walking. He was misunderstood by enthusiastic people countless times along the way as a journalist. Waves of slutty young recruits kept posing in front of him, as if he was planning to leave his own image on the headlines of the newspaper.

However, Li Xiaofeng's good mood was completely ruined by Mark Wei's words. As a fairy who was jealous of face, he hated being humble the most. The young men all joined the Red Army and neglected his border police force, making this guy feel like he had lost to Trotsky. Looking at the busy Red Army recruitment office, this guy began to think about whether to learn from Trotsky and give a speech?

"Let's go back!"

When he thought that his border police force recruitment office might be in a state of being deserted, Li Xiaofeng's happiness disappeared without a trace. He hated being laughed at the most, especially the person who was watching the joke was Trotsky who was not against him, which made a certain immortal feel extremely bad.

On the way back, Li Xiaofeng said with grudges: "To strengthen publicity work, we must not let Trotsky's people see our jokes. We must regard conscription work as a top priority..."

However, a certain immortal did not finish his words. Before he could approach Rabbit Island, he was frightened by the long team. From the gate of Peter Paul Fortress to the opposite Troitskaya Square, a team like a long snake formation blocked the east entrance of the fortress tightly.

So a certain immortal had to inquire about the situation from the aunt who sold Gwas in the square.

"The recruitment is all for registration!" The old lady smiled and collected the money while answering the question of a certain immortal in a concise way.

Li Xiaofeng looked at Mark Wei suspiciously, and the meaning was very clear - boy, didn't you say you were dissatisfied with people? Why are there crowds now?

In fact, Mark Wei was also confused. The result of the last recruitment work was terrible, and it was generally unsatisfactory. Originally, the border police force was about to recruit 6,000 people in one breath. However, after a whole week, after many efforts and forced the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League to cooperate, he recruited two thousand people and the generals completed one-third of the target. Only after a last resort was forced to conduct the second recruitment.

But what happened today? Just looking at the crowds in line, there were at least 10,000, and there were still young people coming over. What happened?

Rokosovsky, who is in charge of the recruitment work, is not much better than Mark Wei. He was so idle that he was so busy this morning that he couldn't handle it. The registration crowd was so enthusiastic. In fact, starting from 8 o'clock in the morning, the recruitment work could be over, and the remaining 4,000 people were all full, but the young people who were coming like a tide would not take this trick. No matter how Rokosovsky explained, they just refused to leave.

"Comrade Andre, you must think of a solution. If this continues, there may be a big mess!" Rokosovsky said with lingering fear while tidying up his military uniform.

"How many people have signed up?" Li Xiaofeng asked thoughtfully.

"As of 11:00 noon, 18,000 people have signed up," Rokosovsky smiled bitterly and spread his hands, then pointed to the long snake formation outside the window. "It is estimated that there are still 20,000 to 30,000 people queuing outside..."

This number shocked Li Xiaofeng, and he said in surprise: "How come so many people sign up?"

This problem is indeed very troubled, such as Matvi Kulikov, who stood in a long stream of people for several hours. Yes, the young lieutenant who participated in the Moscow White Army during the October Revolution.

After the October Revolution won the victory in Moscow, Kulikov, who was seriously injured, was disarmed like other white soldiers. After two months of cultivation, when he initially recovered his health, the fate that was waiting for him was to retire!

The army where Kulikov was located was dismissed by the first group, and he obtained a ticket to return to Shricheli Fort, which was his hometown. A few years ago, he was just an ordinary peasant family. With the edict of His Majesty the Tsar, he was forced to go to the battlefield, and now, he was once again forced to go off the battlefield.

Of course, Kulikov was glad that he could go home alive. Among the same group of companions who left his hometown, seven or eighteen died in Belarus, and one or two left the army with broken legs. After several battles of all sizes, he was extremely lucky to be able to go home with all his strength.

He got on the train. After walking for two days, he then turned around in Petrograd. Another day of bumpyness. When he saw the clear Ladoga Lake again, Kulikov felt a sudden feeling of being in the next life. The days that followed were a hint of surprise in the ordinary. As the Bolshevik land reform team began to exercise power in Shrishelli Fort, this once lakeside town burst out with a different spark.

The landlords and nobles were confiscated and confiscated. Each proletariat in the small town was divided into a piece of land that truly belonged to his own. The Kulikov family was no exception. His father, he, and his younger brother had obtained land, and even after his youngest brother became an adult, he could obtain a piece of land of his own.

For the Kulikov family, who had been working for the landlords for hundreds of years, this joy was simply explosive. The old Markwei, who had never understood politics and was even illiterate, bought a newspaper with a portrait of Lenin for the first time, carefully cut the photos of the mentor and hid them closely. Kulikov's mother, who believed in the Orthodox Church, secretly prayed for the great mentor more than once, wishing him a hundred years of life.

All in all. The Kulikov family, no, was the poor family in the entire Shrishelli Fort never been as happy as at the end of 1917.

Kulikov was also very happy, leaving the battlefield and leaving the army. He finally lived a peaceful life. Compared with other brothers who died in Moscow, Kulikov felt that he was too happy. He was deeply unworthy for the dead leader and other brothers, and it was not worth it to work hard for those noble men who were killed in heaven!

Good days continue, but not all things are good news. Especially after the Czech Legion rebellion, after the Bolsheviks called on good men from Russia to take up weapons and participate in the results of the Red Army's defense revolution, the peace belonging to Markvi immediately disappeared.

As the only person in the town who had traveled far and had experience in war, Markway was granted a glorious mission by the mayor, taking young people from the town who volunteered to join the Red Army to Petrograd to report.

"Brother Matvi, can you see the great Comrade Lenin in Petrograd?" Oleg, a fellow villager, asked hopefully.

"Olesha, of course we can meet the great Comrade Lenin!" Another young man Stepan replied without hesitation, "All the Red Army soldiers can meet the great Comrade Lenin!"

"Is what Schopa said true? Brother Matvi?" Compared to Stepan, Oleg seemed to trust Kulikov more.

Young people! Kulikov sighed in his heart, as a person who has experienced it, he knows the cruelty of war too well. Perhaps for these little guys, having a dream is better than not.

He smiled and said, "You will definitely meet the great Comrade Lenin, Oresha!"

Kulikov's kind lies seemed to satisfy the little guys. They began to imagine their future. For example, Stepan thought he would definitely become a general. However, some people were not very interested in these things. For example, Oleg wanted to know why Kulikov did not join the army.

In response, Kulikov's answer was: "I'm tired of war and just want to live a peaceful life!"

Yes, Kulikov did not have any interest in fighting. In fact, when he was discharged from the army, he had a second choice. He could choose to join the Red Army. The Red Army was very eager for officers like him who had combat experience. However, at that time, he was discouraged and chose to refuse, and he wanted to go home even more.

However, after just two months, Kulikov felt that his thoughts had changed, some changes that he could not even explain clearly. Although he told himself over and over again that a peaceful life was what he wanted, a throbbing lurked deep in his heart.

This throbbing made Kulikov very upset. Especially after arriving at Petrograd, which was like a barracks, the heat from the revolutionary furnace made him even more restless. He desperately suppressed the desire in his heart and sent several little guys into the conscription, he left like a fleeing.

Kulikov walked aimlessly on the streets of Petrograd. He spent the whole night in this uneasy throbbing, until the next morning, when he made up his mind to leave Petrograd and return home quickly, he saw a familiar figure on the street - Li Xiaofeng.

Li Xiaofeng and Mark Wei, who were wandering around the streets, were completely unaware that there was an old acquaintance behind them. Of course, it is more likely that even if a certain immortal discovered Kulikov, he would probably not remember this very personal White Army Lieutenant.

On the contrary, Kulikov had an extraordinary impression of a certain immortal. It was impossible for him to forget this overly young Soviet figure. At that time, Kulikov didn't know where he was crazy. After discovering Li Xiaofeng, he followed him. He heard all the conversation between someone and Markwei, and was curious about what the so-called border police force was.

However, this does not mean that Kulikov was about to join the border police force. He was like a lost lamb. He accidentally discovered something familiar and followed without thinking. He followed him all the way to Troitskaya Square. The huge number of people who signed up really surprised him.

At some point, Kulikov also joined the long queue. Maybe he himself did not realize what he was doing. He just wanted to hear what the young people who signed up were talking about.

"Brother Alyosha, do you think we can choose?" A pair of young men standing in front of Kulikov were whispering.

"Of course I'm fine. Look at my muscles!" The guy named Alyosha rolled up his sleeves and showed off his biceps. "But Ivan, it's hard for you to say. Look at your thin arms and legs, it's too unconvincing!"

Ivan seemed to disagree with this statement. He replied angrily: "It is not just a matter of being a soldier who is muscled. If you command the troops, you have to use your brain to fight!"

Alyosha whistled and sneered: "Then you can convince the inspector with your brain!"

Ivan seemed to be hit. He lowered his head in frustration. Perhaps he also felt that a good brain did not mean that there was hope.

"Is there no other way? Brother Alyosha? I really want to join the border police force!"

Alyosha also sighed and said, "Who doesn't want to?! I heard that the border police force only has 6,000 people, look at how many people are registered here!"

"Really?" Ivan seemed even more depressed, "If this is the case, I will definitely not be able to choose!"

Kulikov's curiosity was completely aroused. He really didn't understand why these people were so interested in the border police force. He interrupted and asked: "If you really want to join the army, the Red Army should accept you!"

Ivan looked back at Kulikov, as if surprised by his unexpected interruption. The little man replied disdainfully: "How can I compare to the border police force when joining the Red Army? If you want to join the Red Army, we will have gone long ago!"

Kulikov frowned and asked, "Why?"

Ivan and Alyosha seemed to be puzzled by Kulikov's problem. They asked in surprise: "Brother, you really don't know? Then why are you here to queue up?"

Kulikov replied: "I'm just curious? Can you tell me the reason?"

Ivan and Alyosha sighed and said, "Actually, this is not a secret. Most of the people who come here know it. The border police force is better than the Red Army. It is usually served three meals a day without limit. There are meat dishes and free tobacco and alcohol for regular meals..."

Kulikov nodded with some understanding. For the Russians in 1918, eating a full stomach is definitely a big problem. If the border police force can not only eat enough, but also eat well, and even provide cigarettes and alcohol, the attraction can be imagined.

"It's not just because of this!" Ivan immediately added, "For us, the most important thing in joining the army is not to make a living. Even if the border police force does not have such good treatment, we are willing to join!"

Kulikov was surprised and asked again: "Why?"

Ivan and Alyosha looked at each other again, and then the latter reluctantly took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Kulikov.

The photo is very simple. A young soldier is straddling a motorcycle. On the sidewalk next to him, another young man in the same dress is holding a PK machine gun and making a thud toward the camera.

It should be said that this is a very ordinary military camp photo. But it was this simple photo that excited Ivan and Alyosha. They pointed at the photo and said, "See, this is our middle school classmates. They joined the border police force. This is their photo in the training camp... Look at his military uniform, his steel helmet, his goggles on his head, and then their cars and weapons. Isn't it cool!"

Well, Kulikov fully understands that for young people, showing off their power is a common preference. Who doesn’t want to be a big hero? Compared with the rustic military uniforms of the Red Army and the badly scattered Mosinnagan, the border police force is really too casual. It is simply a beauty contest between the loser and the handsome man. If he were to choose a more handsome border police force...
Chapter completed!