Zhukaninko yawned boredly. His troops had been trapped on the west bank of the Selenge River for two days. His superiors had negotiated with Semynov's troops countless times in the past two days, but the other party refused to give in and was anxious and directly set up a machine gun for warning shooting.

"Damn Mongolian barbarians, what exactly do these bastards want to do?"

Zhukaninkochong Semiaonov's troops guarding the bridge cursed a few words, then turned back to their tent with a wet towel.

In the scorching heat, his troops could only sleep in the wilderness. For Jukanenko, who always paid attention to the mood of life, this life was simply a torment.

"Company Commander, why don't we beat him!"

Zhukaninko gave his orderly Bagnov a glance and said angrily: "If you want to die, I don't object to letting you play the striker!"

Bajnov quickly closed his mouth, carefully twisted a wet towel and handed it to Jukanenko.

"Company Commander, I heard that the Red Bandits' pursuers are getting closer and closer. If we continue to be so procrastinated, we will have to be dumplings by the Red Bandits!"

Zhukaninko showed a worried look, and this was the thing he was most worried about. If the superiors could not reach an agreement for a long time, if they were caught up by the Red Army, they would be over. When they thought of those commanders, division commanders and noble men who only care about their own interests, Zhukaninko would be furious. Those bastards would not treat soldiers like them as human beings, and they would simply treat them as cannon fodder!

Plop!

Zhukanenko slapped the table with a fierce palm, shaking the basin of cold water that Barenov brought to the ground, splashing all over him.

"Idiot. What are you doing!"

Zhukaninko raised his hand and slapped Bajnoff in the face. The poor man made him turn around. Even so, Zhukaninko was still unhappy and kicked the guy again, cursing: "Why don't you clean up quickly and find me a clean clothes!"

Barenov limped out with his cheeks. This poor orderly was probably very similar to Jukanenko's previous thoughts: "These damn dog officers will only bully us soldiers and treat us as gray animals! Your uncle, if I had known that I would have defected to the Bolsheviks. I cut your dog's head directly, and see why you are still arrogant!"

It has to be said that the White Army is already disinterested. Senior officers complained that the low-level officers did not execute orders and were afraid of the enemy. However, middle- and low-level officers believed that the senior officers were commanding randomly. They never thought that the soldiers below were completely unreliable and would only be careless about them. As for the soldiers, soldiers generally believed that the officers were bastards raised by bitches and would only let them die, while they themselves were greedy for life and feared death.

"Company Commander. Company Commander!"

Bajnoff's call made Jukanenko wake up. He glanced at Bajnoff and asked dissatisfiedly: "Where is the clothes I asked you to take?" As he said that, the guy made a move again to fight.

Bajnoff didn't want to love his mouth anymore, so he quickly took a step back and explained hurriedly: "Company Commander, Major Monia is here!"

Major Zhukaninko, the Monia, had never heard of this name at all, at least none of his superiors was named Monia.

He shouted impatiently: "Who is he?"

Barenov replied tremblingly: "He is the representative of General Semenov..."

Zhukaninko was surprised. How could Semenov's representative come to see him, the young company commander? Isn't this nonsense?

"It's true!" Batranov shouted in panic, "at least that's what he said!"

Zhukaninko's brows frowned, and intuition told him that the Monian major who suddenly came was definitely not good at the visitor. But he could not refuse to meet with him, because first of all, his military rank was higher than him, and secondly, he was still from Semenov. He was just a small company commander, why did he refuse?

Bang!

Zhukaninko slapped Bajánov again and cursed: "Idiot, why don't you hurry up and bring my military uniform! What should I do if Major Monia is anxious!"

Poor Barenov, obviously did nothing wrong, but was slapped for no reason. What made him even more heartfelt was that he could not complain about his mistakes after being beaten. He could only swallow his anger and retreat to get military uniforms for the irritable bastard Jukanenko.

A few minutes later, the well-dressed Jukanenko met the legendary Major Monia. The major was impatiently paced back and forth in the camp open space, and from time to time he waved the horse whip in his hand twice, as if in a very bad mood.

Zhukanenko's face tightened, and the bad premonition became stronger and stronger. It seemed that in front of him was not a superior officer, but a tyrannosaurus who could spit fire.

"Lieutenant Zhukaninko salute you!" Zhukaninko gritted his teeth and looked at Major Tyrannosaurus in front of him with trepidation.

"Are you the company commander here?" Major Monia pushed the brim of his hat with a horse whip and asked viciously: "md, why have you been in the moji for so long? Do you know that I'm very busy!"

Zhukaninko was very embarrassed, but he didn't have the courage to talk back, so he had to laugh dryly to relieve the embarrassment. Fortunately, the Monian major was really busy. After scolding him, he automatically got to the point.

"You all listen!" Major Monia said with a horse whip, "From now on, you will be my command. First of all, you have to clean up this doghouse for me, tmd you are so stinking here..."

Zhukaninko automatically ignored the words from Major Monia. He cared more about the words before. He coughed, interrupted Major Monia's words, and asked tremblingly: "Sir, do you say we are under your command? Can you explain..."

Major Monia glared at Jukaninko, tilted his head and asked, "What are you explaining? Can't you understand Russian? No wonder you are still a lieutenant at such an old age."

Zhukanenko felt stabbed and was really annoyed that he had never been promoted. But who told him to change his boss frequently? I really can't blame him for this.

"Sir," Zhukanenko tried his best to restrain his emotions and asked "calmly": "We are under the command of Major Vasilev. He is our direct superior..."

"Don't bother Vasilev." Major Monia interrupted Zhukanenko without hesitation and said very arrogantly: "I just said that you are now under my command. Do you understand?"

Zhukaninko was very embarrassed, and he emphasized again: "Sir, I really hope to obey your orders, but do you have an official transfer order? At least you have to give me a formal document!"

"Official document?" Major Monia grinned, but this smile was even worse than crying in Jukanenko's eyes. He took out a roll of paper from his pocket and threw it to Jukanenko without saying a word.

Zhukaninko opened the paper roll and glanced at it, and immediately frowned. He said to Major Monia in embarrassment: "Sir, your transfer order was issued by General Semenov. But I must remind you that my troops do not belong to General Semenov's command sequence!"

"You refuse to execute the order!" Major Monia raised his whip, his eyes widened and shouted, "What a courage, how dare you boy refuse to execute General Semenov's order! Are you ready to rebel?!"

The heavy pressure pressed against Jukaninko's shoulder like a lead block, and he admitted his mercy, "Sir. I can only remind you for the last time that we are not under General Semenov's command. There is reason to refuse such unreasonable orders!"

When he said this, Jukaninko was ready to be beaten. He doubted whether the irritable Major Monia would whip him twice. Fortunately, the harsh major was not as angry as he thought. The one just stared at him coldly and said for a while:

"I'm so brave! Boy, do you think I'm here to convey the order? Tell you, this is an ultimatum. I will only give you half an hour to consider. If you don't kneel in front of me obediently and obey the orders, I will take someone to flatten you all the messes! Do you understand! Now start the timing!"

After the Monian major gave up these harsh words, he walked out of Jukanenko's camp with a swagger. Judging from his thrilling manner, this person seemed not to be a joke.

Of course, Zhukaninko didn't dare to think the other party was joking. He kicked Barenov hard, then jumped and scolded: "Idiots, why are you still standing there? Something big has happened! Go and notify the battalion commander immediately, and also! Be prepared for battle immediately!"

Zhukaninko's camp was in an uproar, and Chabayev was very satisfied with the effect he created. He had used the same technique to fool the White Army, but this time he played even bigger.

"Have Semiaonov's troops been fooled?" he asked Furmanov.

The latter sneered and said contemptuously: "Semenov's troops are even stupider than they thought. They really thought we were ready to seize the bridge!"

Chabayev nodded with satisfaction, looked at the watch and ordered: "There are twenty minutes left to prepare for the young men. We have to burn a fire for the white dogs!"

According to Lierwen's plan, the main task of Chabayev and his young men was to instigate the relationship between Semenov and other white troops and let these white dogs bite the dog. It should be said that it was not difficult for Chabayev at all. After twenty needles, Semenov's bridge guarding troops and Jukaninko's company were attacked by the "opposite". The battle was extremely fierce, and gunshots like beans could be heard ten kilometers away.

"Okay, we will fight and withdraw as we fight. Our role is to help the white dog start, and let them bite each other!"

When Chabayev and his troops retreated from the battlefield in chaos, the angry Jukaninko and Semenov's bridge guards were determined to give each other a little color, and the two sides bumped head-on and killed them into a group!

At the same time, the superiors of both sides also received reports from their angry subordinates, who both claimed that the other party was the first to provoke and demanded that their superiors avenge them.

"What's going on? Shemiaonov couldn't help it so quickly?" Renan was a little surprised when he received the news. According to his agreement with Cappel, he had no intention of becoming a leader at all. But now he was bullied, and Renan couldn't help it.

"We must teach Xiemeinov a lesson. He thought I was easy to bully, right?"

"Calm down, General, you must calm down!" Cappelle was also caught off guard, but in order to make the plan go smoothly, he had to dissuade Renan: "There must be a problem here. Are the British and Americans instigating and causing trouble?"

Renan thought for a while and felt that this possibility existed, "Let's do it, investigate it first, and then talk about it! But if it was done by Semenov, then I must give him a profound lesson!"

Cappel felt that there was no point in making ruthless words at this time, and he also believed that if this was a trap against Renan, then the other party would definitely have more insidious tricks later. Rather than saying unnecessary nonsense, it would be better to be prepared to deal with it quickly.

"Give me instructions and let the troops enter a state of combat readiness. No soldiers or soldiers are allowed to be transferred without my orders!"

Kapuper's caution was correct, but Renan did not have this vigilance. Just as he personally led the team to investigate the truth about the world's reconnaissance, even greater chaos occurred. Renan's troops were either suddenly attacked by unidentified enemies, or suddenly received his order to attack Semenov's troops. In short, the old accounts had not been settled clearly, and the new accounts flew over like snowflakes.

The busy Renan tried to stabilize his troops, but there was no effect at all. Semenov's troops kept causing trouble with him, and the troops that had been attacked before also tried to counterattack. In short, they were all in chaos.

"Okay, it won't take long for Renan to attack Semenov. At that time, they couldn't do it if they wanted to fight!" Lierwen said very happily.

The representatives of Britain and the United States sitting opposite her were also very satisfied. They were worried about Renan's calmness before, but who would have thought that as long as they used a little trick, the idiot's troops would be in chaos.

“What should I do next?”

Learwen smiled and said, "Next we just need to continue to provoke, and then wait!"

To be honest, Lierwen is full of confidence in continuing to provoke, but she has no idea about the result of waiting. The reason why she wanted to make the conflict between Renan and Semenov break out and create chaos in the White Army was that she wanted to lead a certain immortal to take the bait.

But now that Semenov and Renan have become a group, there is still no movement on the side of a certain immortal, which makes her feel unsure. Moreover, she always feels like she has missed something and is always restless.

Lierwen's premonition was quickly fulfilled. The day after Renan and Semenov fought, a new emergencies appeared. Kappel, who had been very restrained before, suddenly went crazy. His troops suddenly launched an attack on the troops carrying gold and seized the special train effortlessly.

This action surprised Lierwen and he had no idea why Kappel suddenly started robbing gold at this time. Kappel's action completely disrupted Lierwen's plan, and the whole play also developed in a direction of derailment.

"The gold must be regained immediately! Cappel must be severely punished!" The British representative and the American representative immediately roared with justice.

Unfortunately, there were few responders. Renan and Semenov were fighting and didn't care about Cappel at all. Renan was even pleased that Cappel was the best. In his opinion, gold was just like Cappel in his hands.

Now the British and the French were blind. They were originally going to watch the fire from the other side of the river, so they had to roll up their sleeves and end up in person. However, their actions against Cappelle were not going well at the beginning. Cappelle's troops were much more difficult to deal with than they thought. Moreover, the guy frequently used gold to seduce the profit-oriented White Army officers, and divided and disintegrated the Russian spokespersons bought by the British and Americans.

"What should I do next?"

Faced with the questioning of the two representatives, Li Erwen was helpless. She just didn't count on how Kappel dared to grab gold directly. This trick was too ruthless. Now Kappel, who holds gold, has the greatest say. He is willing to advance or retreat. No matter which country's power is, he must win him over and not put too much pressure on him. Because he forced him to force him to the point of being too anxious, Kappel could turn around and join the Red Army. I believe Lenin and Trotsky would open their arms to Kappel for the sake of gold.

Slowly, can it be that a certain immortal has done Cappel's job, and this is his plan to win the gold?

Learvin shivered suddenly, this possibility was completely there. If the internal strife of the Allies was completely under someone's expectations, if he had instigated Cappelle long ago... Learvin did not dare to think about it, and she said immediately: "Contact Semenov, contact the Japanese, give them certain benefits. The most important thing now is to regain gold!"

"What if Semenov and the Japanese don't agree?"

Lierwen said firmly: ", get rid of Semenov!"

It seems that Li Erwin is taking the initiative, and just as she is about to implement the last resort, another blow comes one after another.

"Under the cover of the Baltic Fleet and the former German High Sea Fleet, the Russians launched an attack from the sea and occupied Riga in one fell swoop!"

Learwen's body was crooked and almost fell to the ground. She had also paid attention to the situation in the Baltic Three Kingdoms before. She was actually quite optimistic about that slowdown. Once the Latvian and Lithuanian troops built a solid position on the border, not to mention blocking the Russians' iron hooves, they could still gain more time.

But who would have thought that the Russians would not play according to common sense and launched an attack from the sea. This move was too ruthless. Riga's loss declared that the supply line and rear route of the Latvian front line army were cut off, and it also had a heavy blow to their morale. Now the Latvians are in a dilemma, and it is meaningless to continue to stick to the border. They turn around and take back the capital. The Russian troops deployed on the border line just take advantage of the situation to attack, and they can doom the Latvians in minutes.

In fact, Lierwen knew very well that Latvia was over and Lithuania was not far from over. And all this was definitely arranged by someone. When he thought of someone's smug look, Lierwen was so angry that he was so angry... (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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