I heard that he could join the army again and have a big fight, Boris agreed without saying a word. For him, he has been so idle for the past two years. As long as he can return to the army, he can be a platoon leader.

Of course, Li Xiaofeng could not let the old man start from the platoon leader. However, when the old man retired, he had the rank of colonel, and he was a senior colonel. A senior colonel like Yegorov could do the job of a general. With the old man's ability, he would be more than enough for a division commander.

In fact, when the old man was forced to retire, he was the division commander. The amphibious battle that the Black Sea Fleet will carry out next is probably much smoother with experienced experts like the old man.

However, after Eberhardt's introduction, Li Xiaofeng valued more not the old man's military skills, but his prestige in the Black Sea Fleet. How to say, the old man Boris is a non-mainstream in the Russian army. Although he was born as a nobleman (the title of baron), he was really a dilapidated house, except for a dilapidated manor and a few acres of land in his hometown, there was nothing in the aristocrat's inner world.

Anyway, the old man had not received much aristocratic education when he was a teenager, and he did not have a life of flying eagles and horses. He spent most of his time with the serfs on the farm, and he was a good at raising horses and cattle. Anyway, in Eberhardt's words, Boris was more like a farmer than a nobleman.

Fortunately, the old man was also very successful. Although his family was very careless, the young man was very handsome. Yushu was tall and mighty, and he was handsome anyway. He was handsome and was attracted by the nobles in the next village at the age of fifteen or sixteen and became a son-in-law.

With the support of his father-in-law, Boris was able to receive a regular education systematically, just like other noble young men. He also chose to go to the military academy. The old man's wish was to be a majestic cavalry, and he was so cool to ride a tall horse!

Unfortunately, when I was applying for the military academy, I didn’t know if the old man was careless or went a different path. I didn’t pass the cavalry school and went to the navy. Of course, the navy is also good, and it is more noble than the cavalry in terms of military attributes.

But the old man also has a personality. He went to a naval school to learn artillery, learn to drive a boat, and be a captain. He is so cool. He has no interest in the collision of steel monsters, so he just went to the Marine Corps.

Of course, it is not to say that the Marine Corps is very poor. Since Peter the Great established this branch of military service in Russia, the Russian Marine Corps (called naval infantry in the Soviet era) was an elite unit and had made many military achievements and was well-known.

If the old man was as honest as other noble children, and learn some skills to flatter and play, he would probably become a general when he was fifty or sixty. But he was so unique, very grassroots (probably related to his youth) and had a lot of relationships with his soldiers, but his relationship with his colleagues and superiors was messed up. He always talked to soldiers, opposed officers' wanton violence, and even dared to denounce his superiors in person.

Of course, it was difficult for such people to survive in the Russian army back then. It is said that the old man was just a captain when he was thirty-five or six. However, the old man's own military literacy and command ability were completely fine, and he just offended his superiors and sat on the bench.

Fortunately, gold will shine. Just when the old man thought he could only retire with humiliation, he finally attracted the appreciation of his superiors, and finally turned over for a while. In the late 19th and early 20th century, the old man grew from an ordinary company commander to a regiment commander. Especially after the outbreak of the First World War, under the command of Eberhardt, the old man was as good as a fish in water and finally promoted to the captain commander.

However, with Eberhardt being driven away, the old man's good days came to an end. After Kolchak came to power, he first liquidated Eberhardt's best friend, so the old man was forced to retire.

However, the old man left, but the tea was not cold. As mentioned earlier, the old man had a bit of a sense of pride and pity for the lower class. Among the grassroots soldiers, his prestige was quite high, and during his years as a division commander, he was promoted to civilian officers, so although he was forced to leave, his influence still existed. At least he was more popular than those like Eberhart, who do not hate subordinates and do not like them.

This is also the place 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 make up for this shortcoming. So, after Nikolayev moved a few days ago, when they set off for Sevastopol again, the old man naturally followed.

"You go out to fight, and you don't care about your hotel and bar at home?" Li Xiaofeng asked.

"I didn't have to worry about it," the old man raised his beard and said proudly: "My wife has always been in charge of it. Who can join in this kind of thing?"

When Boris talked about his wife, although his tone was vulgar, the affection in his eyes could not be concealed at all. In fact, the old man did not intend to conceal it. For him, the most grateful thing in his life was his father-in-law and his wife who had already gone to heaven.

Without a father-in-law, he probably could only be a farmer in the countryside. His wife never left him during the most difficult years when he joined the army. To be honest, he was so strong that he was a big shot at the time with his father-in-law's family.

Speaking of which, Boris has a good wife, which is what Eberhardt envies the most. His background is better than Boris, and this determines that he has no autonomy in marriage. It is true that the wife he married is a lady from a family, but Eberhardt feels that his wife is more like a petite lady with no fingers in her heart, and can only be counted as a hall. Something happened at the real family, and Eberhardt felt that there was no one who could even speak the intimate words.

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

Boris was immediately led to go astray and sighed: "What's good? There's no good thing in 1917. The fleet lacks everything, lacks coal, and lacks spare parts, especially the month of Kooniang. The soldiers' resentment is quite high. This year is even worse. When the Germans launched a crazy attack in February, Odessa and Nikolayev were in danger. The fleet had even made the worst plans and was ready to sank itself. Later, the Brest contract was reached, and the situation turned around. But..."

Li Xiaofeng kept listening with his ears on his back and asked quickly, "But what?"

Boris smiled strangely and said, "But the officers were quite emotional about this, especially after even Romania dared to make us a decision. After annexed Bisarabia (part of Moldova), the anti-Bolshevik sentiment began to heat up!"

Regarding the question of Bisarabia, Li Xiaofeng tsk in his heart. This is another bad account. Objectively speaking, Bisarabia has little to do with Russia, and is a territory that the Tsarist snatched from the Ottoman Turkish Empire. It should be said that whether it is Bisarabia or Moldova, it has a closer relationship with Romania.

However, the close relationship is just a piece of shit in the face of national interests. No matter how good the relationship is, it cannot stop others from having big fists. Especially when they are neighbors with a domineering local king like Tsarabia, especially helpless. After nearly a hundred years of war, Tsarabia finally swallowed Moldova. However, in 1918, with the collapse of Tsarabia and the Bolsheviks came to power, according to the principle of national self-determination proposed by the Bolsheviks, Bisarabia and Moldova chose independence and merged with Romania.

However, the old Russian officers were definitely not happy about this. Their ancestors and fathers were bleeding and sweating and finally swallowed the fat piece of Moldova (the fruit of the victory of the Tenth Russian-Turkish War in 1878). Before they could taste it, they had to spit it out?

And if you can't spit it, you'll spit it to Romania. I'm so tired. What's the thing about Romania? It was the only thing that could only give the Turkish sick man Stevia. Now I dare to make trouble on the heads of us Russians and lose power and humiliate the country!

The officers of the Black Sea Fleet were originally very dissatisfied with the Bolsheviks' deprivation of military power and property after they came to power. With Bisarabia as an excuse, there was a tendency to explode.

If you want to ask Li Xiaofeng what he thinks about the lost Bisarabia, 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, so you can use it. Then the other person can also snatch it back, right? What's the point of snatching this kind of bad debt, and it can't be snatched clearly!

Besides, Russia is really a phoenix with hair loss now. It is really not as good as a chicken. It is normal to be bullied at this time. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. At worst, we can take it back in the future! In 1940, the Soviet Union avenged a revenge. It only takes twenty years to do it. Be patient first!

Moreover, Li Xiaofeng felt that these old officers who were preparing to cause trouble might only protect their personal interests under the banner of patriotism. It was fake to shout slogans to defeat the Bolsheviks and regain their lost territory, and it was true to preserve their dominant position, wealth and political interests.

Li Xiaofeng also has no good feelings for this kind of person who sells dog meat with the help of sheep. He can only punish him and conquer him and stop.

"Report, there is something happening before!"

Li Xiaofeng was thinking about this matter in a mess, and the guard who was opening the way suddenly ran over.

"Bai Army?" Li Xiaofeng asked.

The guard showed a strange expression and said, "It's not like Bai Jun, who was injured and fainted in the snow. Looking at the ID, it seems that we are our own people, but..."

What's the best thing about your own people? Li Xiaofeng was a little impatient, "But what?"

The guard took out another notebook and handed it to him. Li Xiaofeng took it and looked at it, and his face suddenly became strange.

"What's wrong?" Boris and Eberhart also surrounded him.

While handing the notebook to Eberhart, Li Xiaofeng said, "Do you still remember this person? They were the three soldiers who fought with us that day and had a drink..."

Eberhard opened the small notebook and saw the big head photo on it at first glance. It was really! But what's strange is that this notebook was the identity certificate sent to the Czech Legion in the Tsarist Russian era. If this kid was a Czech, how could he run to Dancoy, not far from Sevastopol?

"Czech?" Boris was also surprised, "Is this kid actually a Czech?"

"It should be true. Look at the name Ludwig Svoboda." Li Xiaofeng curled 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 people here!"

Eberhardt also felt that things were extraordinary. When the Black Sea Fleet was in chaos, even the Czechs couldn't help but get into it, which fully demonstrated that the situation was already quite bad.

So why was Svoboda injured and why did he appear in the suburbs of Dancoy? It would have to start with his escape. After staying in Nikolayev for a few days, Constantine and Nikola led them toward Sevastopol.

After arriving in Dancoy, Svoboda finally found an opportunity to get rid of Constantine's surveillance and ran away. According to his plan, he went straight to Odessa first. Then he found a way to Moldova. Then he observed slowly and waited until the world war was over before he could find a way to return to his hometown in the Czech Republic.

But Svoboda did not expect that his luck would be so depressed that he finally escaped from Constantine's surveillance and ran away successfully, but on the way out of the city, he ran into Nikola who had come back from work.

Svoboda was even more surprised and was still behind. Originally, he thought it would be nothing special even if he bumped into Nicholas. Anyway, the other party didn't know that he had already escaped. If he had a false relationship with this guy, he might be able to get away with it?

However, Swoboda did not expect that his little abacus would go bankrupt immediately. Before he could vain, Constantine arrived in a hurry. The next thing was simple. Swoboda and the two of them shot each other and escaped by chance, but they were also shot.

At that time, he endured the pain and escaped from Dancoy. After walking in the woods for more than a few hours, he finally fainted due to excessive blood loss.

It should be said that this guy is quite lucky. When he met Li Xiaofeng and his party on the verge of dying, he saved his life. Of course, his life was saved, but the freedom he expected disappeared again.

"Mr. Ludwig Svoboda, this is your true identity, right!"

After Swoboda woke up, he was interrogated by Li Xiaofeng on the hospital bed, but he acted very uncooperative and said nothing.

"It's meaningless not to speak," Li Xiaofeng shrugged indifferently, "I have figured out your identity. In 1915, I joined the army and the second lieutenant platoon leader of the Czech Legion participated in the Donetsk rebellion in March. With the crime you committed, it's enough to shoot!"

Svoboda on the hospital bed still said nothing. After he chose to escape, he had already made the worst plan. Anyway, he was tired of living like this, and he might be relieved if he died. Therefore, he didn't care about Li Xiaofeng's threat at all.

Li Xiaofeng also discovered that this guy seemed to be very tough. If he wanted to shake his psychological defense, he had to use some special means.

"To be honest, it is completely futile not to speak," Li Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I already know the place where you and your companions are at Dancoy. I even clearly remember the appearance of you and your companions. In fact, before you woke up, the portraitist had already drawn the pattern and was now searching for the whole city. It was only a matter of time before your companions were arrested!"

Speaking of this, Li Xiaofeng paused slightly and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you save us some time? Wouldn't it be good to end this meaningless hide-and-seek game earlier?"

Svoboda still didn't speak, so he could only glar at a certain immortal coldly, then closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. This uncooperative attitude made Li Xiaofeng a little itchy, but there was only this clue for the time being. Moreover, with Svoboda's current physical condition, many methods are not suitable for use. I can only wait and talk about it.

However, Li Xiaofeng did not expect that the waiting time was less than he thought. That night he received a rather strange news that Dancoy's Red Guards found more than a dozen hurriedly buried corpses 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 could not imagine. Now he couldn't help but suspect that Swoboda was the lucky one who had been lucky enough to die for the rest of his life. Has the enemy had an internal strife?

To find out what happened, Li Xiaofeng felt that the breakthrough was still there in Svoboda. Immediately, he came to Svoboda's ward again with photos of all the bodies.

"You are in conflict?" Li Xiaofeng asked with some sympathy.

Swoboda just opened his eyes and glanced at a certain immortal, then closed his eyes and said nothing. Li Xiaofeng sighed and threw the photo directly to the guy, saying, "You can't speak, but these people should be your companions. If they end up like this, don't you feel any emotion?"

Swoboda looked at the photo suspiciously, and he was shocked at first sight. The people in the photo were his young men. They were chatting and drinking together a day ago. Who would have thought that just one day later, they would become a pile of cold corpses.

"You demons!" Swoboda struggled to get up from the bed, and his gritted teeth seemed to fight against Li Xiaofeng. "I swear, I must make you evil Bolsheviks pay the price!"

Li Xiaofeng was a little confused. Why did this kid get angry after looking at the photos? And it broke out completely without reason. Could it be that Gera's ability to hate has improved again?

"It's inexplicable!" Li Xiaofeng snorted coldly, pointed to the photo and said, "These corpses were dug out in the woods in the eastern suburbs this afternoon. The forensic doctor initially estimated that the death time was about late last night to early morning. You should be very clear that we arrived in the morning. Even if you are angry, you should vent your vent at the real murderer!"

This sentence was equivalent to pouring a basin of cold water on Svoboda. At that time, he thought of a very terrible possibility. Could it be that his brother was silenced by Constantine and Nicholas?
Chapter completed!