Milerovo is a small town on the railway line from Lugansk to Moscow. In April 1918, it became the front line for the confrontation between the Red Army and the White Army. The two armies used the small city as the boundary. The north was the paradise of the Red Army and the south was the hell of the White Army.

From the day Luhansk fell, this place became the front line to protect Moscow. On the Don River prairie outside the city, the Red Army and the White Army strangled together, and the gunfire never stopped whether it was day or night.

"Battery Commander," a Cossack with a sabre rushed to an old bearded man panting, saluted respectfully, and said urgently: "According to the Ranger's reconnaissance, the bastard of the Red Bandits has come out to move again!"

The old man with big beard stroked his beard, looked at the Cossack with great momentum, and said unhappily: "Ravel, how many times have I told you. As a cavalry, there should not be a little mud on his boots... Look at how dirty your boots are. What is the difference between them and those infantry mud legs? This is simply a shame to our cavalry!"

The Cossack, named Ravl, sucked his face. Although cavalry's boots are the most basic skill, it is not the scoring occasion. In the big mud of Nimadon River, the newly polished boots are covered with mud as long as they go out and turn around. If you want to keep the boots shiny at all times, you either don't go out all day or use your shoe-sharp cloth to serve you at all times!

Now that the military situation is urgent, we have to exchange fire with the Red Army's guerrillas every now and then, so how can we have so much time to take care of our boots?

Anyway, Ravl disagreed with their battalion commander, especially the latter, who had a lot of opinions. He didn't know where his superiors found such a strange old thing, and he knew torture the people below all day long.

Look at his rules. You have to take a bath once a week, and you are not allowed to drink when you work. You must always pay attention to your military uniform and appearance. Forget it, what's more fucking is that this old man really treats himself as a saint, is not allowed to rob, is not allowed to abuse prisoners, or is not allowed to vent with the Shui Lingling Ukrainian girl. Damn. Is this a soldier or a monk?

Anyway, Ravl and the officers he had a lot of opinions about the old man. According to this approach, it would be better to go directly to the Red Army! Only those ascetic monks who were poisoned by communism have such strange rules!

"Have you told the commander about the situation?" The old bearded man interrupted Ravl's complaint, who nodded and said, "The commander said, let us attack and drive away those bastards, so that they can't continue to destroy the railway. Otherwise, we will always be trapped in this silt ghost place..."

The old man waved his hand and interrupted Ravl's complaint. Although he was not satisfied with the climate and traffic conditions in the lower Don River, he believed that as a soldier, the most important thing is to obey.

"Prepare the horse, we will attack in ten minutes!"

The Red Army guerrillas were the first targets that the Cossacks had to clean up. These little things that were more cunning than mice would penetrate from any corner to the rear of the White Army. They would destroy the railways and blow up roadbeds, and at least they could harass them at night so they could not sleep well.

Especially these bastards are more slippery than the other one, never confront each other head-on, and they can change places with one shot. They really run faster than rabbits. Using infantry to deal with them is simply thankless. After experiencing a series of setbacks, the White Army's heads figured it out, and let the four-legged ones chase these two-legged ones!

The Cossack cavalry were divided into parts and stayed at important traffic nodes. As long as traces of the activities of the Red Army guerrillas were found, they would attack immediately, catch up with and destroy them with the speed of the cavalry.

However, most Cossacks are full of complaints about this job. They think they are superior to others and are not willing to be "fly swatters". They have to run around when there is a turmoil. Many times they are tired but don't catch any farts. They still prefer to kill, set fire, rob and prostitution. That kind of life is what Cossack yearns for.

Moreover, if you take a step back, isn’t it good to stay in the barracks as honestly as the infantry? At least you won’t be so tired. When did the noble cavalry become the pawns of infantry mud legs?

In Ravr's army, the only person who is satisfied with the current situation is probably their old battalion commander. This old guy doesn't know where he got so much energy. As long as he stepped on the horse, he would be like a man who was crazy and mentally ill, he would never stop calming down. Could it be that this old guy had fully injected his lower body into his limbs, otherwise he would not have had any meat for a month or two and wouldn't he get angry?

In Ravl's contemptuous eyes, the bearded old man walked to the front of the horse, then turned over beautifully and got on the back of the horse. In response, Ravl couldn't help but complain: "You are obviously very nimble, so why are you pretending to be a cripple!"

"Set off!"

With the bearded old man screaming with a full breath, dozens of horses rushed out with their owners, rolling four hooves and carrying a bunch of soil, and soon disappeared under the horizon.

This time, Ravl was lucky. Unlike the previous few times, when he arrived at the scene, the Red Army guerrillas had already disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mess for them to clean up. This time, the Red Army guerrillas were hit by the patrol team. Although they basically supported the patrol team after a brief and fierce fire exchange, they also lost their precious escape incident.

"Rise the knife and charge!"

The bearded old man who took the lead drew out his saber, pulled a few swords, and then grabbed the horse's belly and rushed towards the Red Army guerrillas like a arrow from Li Xuan.

Ravl was not that stupid. He took care of his life and would never do such a stupid thing as taking the lead in charge. He would rather wait for the Red Army guerrillas to retreat before showing off his might and cleaning the battlefield. This is his favorite activity.

This is also what he dislikes the old man the most. In the past, he could wave his horse whip and let the soldiers charge. He could follow him casually or stay still. When the battle was decided, he could calmly choose whether to go up and beat the dog in the water or turn the horse's head to escape.

But this trick was useless under the old man's command. According to the old man's order, the officer must take the lead in charge and must also rush in the front. Otherwise, after the battle, he will be beaten at the slightest, and at the worst, he will be kicked out of the company.

For the officers, this kind of breaking the rules is naturally full of opinions. They have also thought about letting the old man get out of here or simply hitting his black gun. Unfortunately, this old man is too big and is said to be a count, and has a good relationship with several senior officials. If he hits his black gun and makes him discover it, he will definitely lose his head.

Anyway, the officers were so angry that they hated this damn old man that they wanted the Red Army to kill him earlier. With him, they would not have a good life. So every time when the old man took the lead in charge, all the officers had a clear choice to slow down a few steps and deliberately let the old man out, just to let the Red Army defeat him.

However, I don’t know if the Red Army’s marksmanship is too bad or God is blind. I just don’t take the old man of thief. This guy is obviously rushing to the front, but often after a battle, the people behind either lose their lives or wear flowers. The old man can’t even hurt a single hair. This makes Ravre very suspicious. Could it be that the bullet really has 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 general's head among thousands of troops. And the Ravl and the others followed behind seemed careless and unable to work hard. When the old man rushed into the enemy formation, fired his bow from left to right, and cut two heads, Ravl and his grandsons came late.

After a storm, the guerrillas completely collapsed, and the next procedure was nothing more than hitting the dog in the water. Ravl used to like 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 cursed by Ravl not only had no intention of kicking his legs, but after a battle, he looked refreshed, and the two big beards on his lips were raised, looking so energetic.

At this moment, he no longer had the murderous aura he had before. Sitting on the horse's back, he took out the pocket watch in his shirt pocket, looked at the photos inside affectionately, as if he was praying and repenting.

Raffle next to him looked at the old man from a distance, with a beautiful expression on his face. Of course, it was not this good thing, and no one would want to have sex with the old man in his fifties and sixties. He was jealous of the old man's granddaughter. Since he had seen the family photo in his hand, this granddaughter of the old man had become lustful.

To be honest, no man will inevitably be moved by this kind of beauty. For example, our protagonist, Li Xiaofeng, has long been captured by Miss Angelina's beauty.

In an ordinary house in North Donetsk, a fairy asked the man sitting opposite him calmly: "Have you found that old man?"

"I've got a little bit of a flaw. According to the clues you provided, I found his traces near Minerov," Yakov quickly took out a newspaper from his pocket and handed it to a certain immortal, "Look at it!"

There is nothing to say about the content in the newspaper. The news on it is nothing more than how righteous and noble he is. How many cities he has recovered today and how many red bandits he killed tomorrow. In short, most of them brag about it.

However, the front page headlines in this newspaper are a bit different, telling the battle record of a Cossack cavalry. In the photo in the caption, Li Xiaofeng spent a little effort to find someone in the edge corner.

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

Yakov smiled bitterly. After the victory of the October Revolution, he was incorporated by someone's special forces. As the earliest special forces intelligence officer to go to Ukraine to operate, he invaded the White Army after the Czech Legion rebellion.

To be honest, Yakov was going to do a big fight at that time, but what made him more depressed was that the first task sent by his boss was not to do military intelligence, but to lose the search for an old man.

At that time, Yakov was speechless and felt that he was really useless. But he didn't dare to complain. After all, a certain immortal helped him avenge him and arranged a serious way out for his sister. Not to mention asking him to find an old man, it doesn't matter if he went to find a dog.

"No," Yakov shook his head, "You have told me not to reveal your identity. So I just secretly pay attention to Mr. Hemstrah's movements."

Li Xiaofeng nodded, very satisfied with Yakov's caution, "Okay, this mission is over here, you don't have to pay attention to Old Mr. Hemstrasse anymore... You have a new mission. This is your new identity!"

As he said that, a certain immortal threw a kraft paper bag for Yakov. The latter took it blankly and looked at it, asking, "Don't I have to continue lurking in the White Army?"

"There is no need for that." Li Xiaofeng said easily. In fact, he was not interested in the information of the White Army at the beginning, so he arranged for Yakov to lurk in the White Army. The main purpose was to find the old Hemstral. Now that people have found it, Yakov naturally has to play a more important role.

"This is your future identity," Li Xiaofeng pointed a kraft 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 master his every move. Especially to master the connection between him and Stalin..."

Yakov had no expression on his face, but he was very shocked. He knew very well the conflict between someone and Stalin and Voroshilov. This was to arrange for him to invade the enemy's back!

"There is no important situation. Don't contact me, just cater to and please that stupid guy." Speaking of this, Li Xiaofeng suddenly paused and asked, "How is your riding skills?"

Yakov twitched his face and replied, "It's very good."

Li Xiaofeng nodded and said, "That's good, remember, the original Yakov will no longer exist from today. Your current identity is just an ordinary peasant child..."

After listening to Li Xiaofeng's explanation, Yakov left carefully. He had a very strange feeling about this mission. He felt that he was probably not starting a new lurking career, but a rebirth like a phoenix. From today on, his past will disappear, but his future is shrouded in a fog...

When Yakov started his new life, Old Hemstrard finished his day of hard work and returned to the barracks. He collapsed almost immediately. As an elderly man in his early sixties, it was not that easy to ride horses and chop and kill every day.

After completing the mission every day, he felt like he was disbanded, which was completely different from his previous play COSPLAY at home. At that time, everything that happened on the "battlefield" was set. He just needed to follow the script to memorize the lines and then enjoy the joy of victory.

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

The battlefield is not about playing house, it will bleed and die, but it is never believed in tears. The past few months of fighting career have made the old man feel exhausted. He gritted his teeth and held on almost every day, and he didn't even know how long he could last.

Yes, the old man never felt so tired, not only physically exhausted, but more spiritually exhausted. Before joining the White Army, he had longed for his military career. In his dream, the battlefield was a place for men to show their courage and wisdom. Every soldier should have his own pride. Even if the opponents who are hostile to each other can fight to death on the battlefield, but after the battle is over, the winner must give the loser the necessary respect.

It can be said that in the old man's vision, the battlefield is actually a place for gentlemen and nobles to show their style and pride. It is not the real situation, but it has nothing to do with the old man's estimate.

When the old man really went to the battlefield and had real close contact with the battle, those dreamy things collapsed immediately. There were no officers who were full of gentlemanly demeanor to safeguard the honor and pride of soldiers. The officers of the White Army had more contact with three types: one was greedy for life and fear of death and took advantage of it, and the other was extremely cruel and almost inhumane. The third was to be a monk who ran into a bell for a day and just live by.

Not only officers, but also soldiers make the old man big. The brave and fearless soldiers who are only in dreams do not exist at all. The gray animals need officers to whip them and kick them in the butts before taking action. And once they encounter setbacks, their morale will collapse in an instant. At this time, nothing can calm them down again except the bullets of the supervising team.

In short, the old man was extremely disappointed with this army. Especially the military discipline, this army was simply a bandit who turned the corner. They were more willing to rob, kill the people, and were more willing to "jianyin" women. All ideals and defense of the motherland and expel the red bandits were just slogans.

Although the old man thought he was not a good person, he also had his own pride, bullying the weak with the big and bullying the weak with the big and relying on the strong. He neither stood up to nor was willing to do such things. But whenever he accused these ugly behaviors righteously and warned his superiors, his former good friends disdained this and even advised him in turn that the Russian army was like this. And now is an extraordinary period, in order to maintain the stability of the troops, it is understandable to appropriately relax military discipline.

The old man really couldn't accept this kind of shit-like explanation and excuse, but others were slight, and he couldn't change much except restraining his subordinates. For example, today, when he was sore and drowsy all over, a sharp scream suddenly came from outside the barracks.

"What's going on!"

The old man got up with a wheel and kicked open Ravl's door angrily. The source of the scream was here. When he saw the situation in the room clearly, the old man was angry and smoked!

PS: Bow and thanks to the Polunzi, Juventus and PanzerVI for holding it!
Chapter completed!