Of course, this is just a matter of if. Kulikov is over the age of being cool, and he doesn't seem interested in the damn war. He thinks that joining the team is just a whim.

After looking at the Peter Paul Prison ahead, Kulikov decided to leave the team and he should go home, that was the most correct choice.

If Kulikov had just left, then his second half of his life might be completely different. He might become an unknown farmer, guarding his own acres, then marrying an extremely strong wife and having a lot of children, just like his fathers.

Of course, this may be a better ending. It is more likely that he will not survive this difficult three-year civil war, he may be captured by the White Army, or starved to death, and may become cannon fodder for the manslaughtered in both places.

Anyway, everything is possible, but Kulikov's fate will never be better than staying in the army. From the perspective of investment and output, he probably made a wrong decision.

Fortunately, Kulikov was undoubtedly lucky. Just as he stepped out of that leg and was about to leave the team and left, he found that he could not leave. The crowds coming from behind would block all passages. Not to mention leaving, it was a luxury for him to leave the team.

The crowds on the inner and outer layers were carrying him forward slowly. His feet were already off the ground. He didn't have to move his legs at all. The team would lead him forward.

"It's so damn!"

Kulikov cursed, knowing that if he wanted to rush out, he would probably have to plan to be squeezed into meat pies. And even if he could squeeze out the team, he would not be able to return to the square opposite, unless he was willing to swim across the Neva River in a few degrees below zero.

If Kulikov wants to escape from the sea of ​​people, there is only one way to go, that is, to follow the flow of people and reach the conscription window, he should be able to gain freedom.

The team moved slowly and took only a small step forward for more than ten minutes. Although it was completely unnecessary to be carried in the air, this involuntary state made Kulikov very uncomfortable. Fate was just a joke on him. He obviously wanted to leave, but he wanted to leave him.

It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that the sweaty Kulikov saw hope of getting out of trouble. It was finally Ivan and Alyosha who were in front of him. Kulikov cheered in his heart, and couldn't wait to rush out of the team.

But unfortunately, he failed again. The soldiers who maintained order pushed him back angrily: "Comrade, please abide by order and don't jump into the line!"

Kulikov was a little amused and crying. He wanted to tell the other party that he didn't want to jump into the line, but wanted to leave the team, because he was not here to apply for the recruitment at all.

But the soldier didn't care about him and stuffed him into the team without saying a word, and while stuffing him, he said, "If you want to become a soldier, you must first abide by discipline, comrade. Please be more at ease!"

What else can Kulikov do? Although the other party's attitude is indeed a bit arrogant, it is understandable that no matter who faces this messy abortion, he will feel impatient for several hours of order, and will not have a good face for the thorns who take the lead in violating the order.

Kulikov could fully understand the other party's mood, and he felt that it would be his turn anyway anyway. Wait for a few minutes and let it be clear to the person in charge of the recruitment.

Thinking of this, he endured it and focused on Ivan and Alyosha in front. The encounter between these two cute young men was completely different from the two heavens of ice and fire.

The tall and mighty Alyosha, who is powerful and powerful, is undoubtedly the one who is popular. Just by looking at the shape, you can tell that this is a good guy. And the other little chicken looks like Ivan, who is so bad to be honest. He looks like a third-class disabled person at first glance, and a gust of wind can blow him away. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely lose the election.

"Comrade, can you give me another chance?" Ivan begged bitterly.

The person in charge of the recruitment seemed to have seen many similar situations. He replied in a formulaic manner: "Little comrade, you actively join the army and your desire to defend the Soviet Union is good. But your health is too poor and does not meet the most basic requirements... And there is not only a way to join the army, but also a way to work hard..."

Ivan was anxious. Anyone who had received such a "good person card" before was eliminated without exception. But he didn't want to be eliminated. He grabbed the recruiter and begged: "Comrade, I really want to join the border police force. For this reason, I gave up the opportunity to go to Moscow to go to university. Can you..."

Before he finished speaking, the recruiter's eyes lit up and said with a smile: "Little comrade, have you really been admitted to university?"

Ivan knew that this was his last chance, so he immediately took out the admission notice from his arms and handed it to the recruiting officer. Soon the attitude of the recruiting officer changed completely. He patted Ivan's shoulder with a smile: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Little comrade! The border police force especially welcomes you a well-educated comrade!"

Ivan's experience made some people behind him seem to see hope. A few of them looked similar to him and had the obvious obvious illumination of hopelessness. A small number of people who were eliminated before also squeezed up again and shouted loudly: "I am a first-year preparatory student in Petersburg!"

"I got into college, too!"

In short, a new chaos broke out in the team in an instant, so Kulikov's plan to leave was delayed again. After the recruiter handled these highly educated guys, it was Kulikov's turn.

"Name!"

"Hometown!"

"age!"

Three cold questions were placed in front of Kulikov, blocking all the things he wanted to say. Whenever he wanted to speak out his true intentions, he would be ruthlessly interrupted by the recruiter with other questions. To be honest, this made him speechless.

"Do you think he can choose?" Ivan, who was honored to be selected, looked at Kulikov sympathetically, and he had a little affection for this new friend.

Alyosha looked at Kulikov and shook his head and said, "I'm afraid he can't. He doesn't have a strong body like me or your brain. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be eliminated!"

It is not much different from Alyosha's guess. The recruiting officers are indeed not interested in Kulikov. Compared with other better young people, Kulikov is too ordinary and does not see any advantages at all. Such people are okay to join the Red Army, but it is completely impossible to join the border police force.

If nothing unexpected happens, Kulikov will soon receive a good person card, and then with this card, he can go home happily because he doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

"Comrade. Your conditions cannot be met..."

When the recruiter read the lines again, when Alyosha showed such a look, a loud voice inserted in: "Slowly, he was selected!"

The sound was too sudden. Not only the recruiters, but also Alyosha and Ivans did not expect that even Kulikov was surprised. Because he was a little familiar with the sound, Rokosovsky walked towards him with a smile as he looked in the sound.

"Comrade Constantine Constantine Lovich?" The recruiter was a little surprised. He didn't know why this immediate boss wanted to open the back door for an inconspicuous guy. "This comrade doesn't meet our requirements..."

Rokosovsky completely ignored the conscription officer's explanation and said with a smile: "No, people like him are exactly what we need!" As he said that, he stretched out his right hand to Kulikov without saying anything.

Kulikov shook hands with this former enemy in a daze. He was very impressed by this young man who had defeated him.

"Welcome to us, Captain Matvi Kulikov!" Rokosovsky greeted warmly.

This sentence immediately dispelled all doubts. Compared with ordinary recruits, the border police force needed officers more, especially this person who was still a captain. To put it bluntly, a captain could be a regiment commander in the Red Army.

This kind of high-profile feeling was not what Kulikov wanted. He smiled bitterly and said, "That's all in the past!"

But Rokosovsky didn't think so. He pulled Kulikov to Peter Paul's fortress. He said enthusiastically: "Last time, Comrade Andre wanted you to join us, but you refused. It seems that you have finally figured it out in the past few months... This is really great. We lack officers now. Especially an officer like you with rich combat experience... You are here at the right time... I think Comrade Andre will jump up happily when he sees you..."

Kulikov wanted to say that this was really just a misunderstanding, but Rokosovsky's enthusiasm made him unable to speak, so he could only be pulled in by him reluctantly.

Looking at Kulikov's back as he walked away, Ivan, whose glasses were broken, poked Alyosha, his friend beside him: "Man, it seems that our new friend is a big shot!"

It must be fake if Alyosha is not surprised or envious, but this guy said with a backbone: "Isn't it just a captain? Humph, when I go to the battlefield, I will definitely become a colonel!"

Not to mention these two little guys, Kulikov was dragged into the office of a certain immortal by Rokosovsky. Li Xiaofeng was naturally very happy about his arrival. Yes, although Kulikov was just a captain, uh, to be more strict, this guy is just a second lieutenant, but he is an officer no matter how bad he is, he can still be a company commander. You must know that a certain immortal is short of even the squad leader now, so how can he look down on the company commander!

"I'm glad you can join us, Comrade Matvi Kulikov! Your arrival has solved my urgent needs. Markwei immediately prepared a single room for Comrade Kulikov, and got a full set of documents so that he could devote himself to his work as soon as possible!"

As he said, he apologized to Kulikov: "If it were in the past, I would hold a welcome ceremony for you. But the situation is very urgent now, so we can only omit the verbal and redundant stories... Let's do this, you should act as a assistant to Comrade Constantine and assist him in the recruitment work. As for the treatment, enjoy the treatment of the captain first... After everything is straightened out, I will re-arrange your work..."

Kulikov met Li Xiaofeng in a confused manner, and then accepted the position of a captain in a confused manner. Although he didn't know what position this captain was, there was undoubtedly a high position because Rokosovsky was just a captain.

But what made Kulikov so much was that he never wanted to accept the position of captain. He really just entered the "White Tiger Festival Hall"! Kulikov really wanted to find Li Xiaofeng to explain it clearly. All this was just a misunderstanding. He just entered the soy sauce party by mistake.

However, when he had just had this idea, he felt embarrassed. Look at how much he trusted him, so he gave him a captain without saying a word, and the problems of accommodation, food, and clothing were all solved immediately. Such enthusiasm and kindness made Kulikov really feel embarrassed, at least he was embarrassed to say he was leaving immediately.

Kulikov is a person who knows gratitude. He feels that he does nothing and leaves like this. He is really sorry. He thinks he should do something. At least he should help the other party solve the urgent problem, such as solving the conscription work problem, and it seems more reasonable to leave at that time.

So, Kulikov stayed in a daze, but he didn't know that this stay would last for a lifetime. When he wrote his memoirs in his later years, he was still amused and crying about this past.

However, although Kulikov mistakenly boarded the pirate ship, he was a person who was very serious about his work, especially when he was doing things with a grateful attitude, he was even more serious. At the beginning, he did not point fingers, but just followed Rokosovsky quietly and watched silently.

He really lacks understanding of the new thing about the border police force, and he will never interfere with things he doesn't understand. This is the golden rule he learned from the battlefield. The border police force is indeed very different from the army that Kulikov knows, first of all, the difference in name.

In the past, the regular army in Russia was organized at the first level of the army-army-division-regiment, but the border police forces were different. The highest level of the organization was the general corps, and then there were detachments below, which were under several brigades, followed by squadrons, squads and detachments.

Of course, Kulikov didn't find it strange to just this level of marshalling. He just changed his name and just finished the arrangement according to the previous organization. But what made him wonder was that although the level of the border police force was clearly understood, the number of people and equipment each level had was blank.

Let me put it this way, the so-called brigade, regiment-level organization, or regiment-level organization, both make sense. However, everyone knows that the gap between brigade and regiment-level organization and regiment-level army is too high. How can you be so careless?

In fact, this is not a sloppy, but Li Xiaofeng himself did not know what the size of the border police force should be. In the past, according to his initial vision, the brigade was only one brigade, with several regiments or battalions, that is, detachments, and a total of six or seven thousand people would be alive. In the future, if there is development, the scale of the brigade will be expanded.

But this time the recruitment completely disrupted his plan. The young people who signed up were so enthusiastic. If he wanted to, it would be like playing with 30,000 or 50,000 people. The organization of 30,000 or 50,000 people was completely enough to be in the army, and the corps was at least at the level of the army.

To be honest, at this time, Li Xiaofeng really wanted to become a fat man in one breath and just get a military throne. Fortunately, this guy still retained a little bit of rationality. With his current financial resources, he could not support a military force, so he could definitely not recruit so many people.

But he was not happy to ask a certain immortal to wave his machete and cut the number of people to the original plan of six or seven thousand, because the quality of the recruits recruited this time was pretty good, at least far higher than those recruits recruited by the Red Army at the same time. He asked him to give up all these good seedlings, and this guy was really reluctant to let him go.

After thinking about it, this guy couldn't make up his mind, so except for the team organization that he discussed with Yegorov at the beginning, the other more advanced organization was naturally blank. Of course, it won't take long, because Yegorov would never allow the troops he would command in the future to be blank.

"Comrade Andre, what are you doing? Hasn't the matter of the organization been decided? Why have you changed your mind again?" Yegorov was furious about this.

Li Xiaofeng knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only explain: "The development of the situation exceeded my original estimate. At first, I only planned to build a brigade, but now those who come to register are more than enough to get two troops!"

Yegorov was stunned and asked back, "But the central government only agreed to build a brigade?"

Li Xiaofeng replied cunningly: "No, according to the spirit of the central government, the border police force will be an army-level unit, but now the conditions do not allow it, so we can only build a brigade first!"

Yegorov understood as soon as he heard this, someone was preparing to play the edge ball and expand the scale of the border police force in disguise. However, it was a taboo to do so. He reminded: "Comrade Trotsky probably wouldn't agree!"

Li Xiaofeng replied with some distress: "I know." Trotsky was very dissatisfied with the border police force's edge ball. If he played the edge ball and was still trying harder, it seemed that he would anger the second mentor, and this was his most concerned issue.

"Can we do this?" Li Xiaofeng carefully solicited Yegorov's advice, "Let's build a brigade first, but outside this brigade, build a reserve..."

"Reserve?" Yegorov was surprised. The border police force still needed reserves? What is this statement?

"It's normal!" Li Xiaofeng explained seriously: "How can people not die in war? How can there be no reduction in personnel? We only have one brigade, and there is a large-scale reduction in personnel, we must supplement it, right? Could it be that we will temporarily recruit new recruits? This will greatly affect our combat effectiveness! So in the long run, we can do a good job in reserve in advance, and replenish our personnel immediately after reduction in personnel, so as to ensure that our combat effectiveness is not!"

PS: Bow and thank the little monk for being able to support his comrade!
Chapter completed!