Struggle in Russia

It's late at night but it's not quiet. The main reason is that it's difficult to be quiet when there are too many people.

According to Shalakov's request, a group of rebel bosses scraped together more than 20,000 troops, and it took three days to finally gather together.

More than 20,000 people were crowded into small houses, and a hundred or ten people were crammed into a room, making it look like a stuffy truck. Not to mention anything else, just the strong smell of male hormones can make you drink a bottle.

There are more than 20,000 strong men who all came from a miserable background. It is easy to imagine that their living habits are in a mess. It's winter and it's common not to take a shower for a month or two. Some of the more aggressive ones haven't even touched the water for more than half a year.

With such a group of people gathering together, and since houses in these days do not have bathrooms, toilets are a big problem.

Therefore, the odor of human body odor plus the odor of human excrement is condensed into a ball, which is definitely no worse than poison gas bombs.

At least Shalakov himself couldn't bear it. He could only cover his mouth and nose and try to find a ventilated position to breathe, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay in this room for a minute.

"Why can't you just take a shower!" He muttered to several other rebel leaders in a muffled voice.

Yes, Shalakov has become more particular since he became a famous person. In the past, it was common for him to go half a year without washing his face, brushing his teeth, or changing clothes. But now, if he doesn't take a shower for a day, he feels itchy. Not only does he have to wash himself clean, he also has to spray some French perfume confiscated from the aristocratic lady.

Anyway, he used to be rich and wealthy, but now he looks like a human being. He has a strong aura of nouveau riche, and he likes to show off his wealth. A big gold chain and a small gold ring make him look blind.

Not only does he show off to himself, but he also looks down on those who are as developed as him but still maintain their original mud-legged living habits, such as the few in the room.

"Crooked Lonia, you can't wash those stinky feet. They stink worse than a cesspool. I wonder how you can eat without feeling nauseated!"

Lonia grinned with a crooked mouth, put down the leg of cow in her hand, and replied with some embarrassment: "It's so troublesome to wash feet. You have to boil water in the winter. Besides, I've lived for two years." I haven’t washed my feet in more than ten years!”

Sarakov felt like vomiting more and more. It turned out that he was still a pair of 20-year-old athlete's foot. No wonder the smell was so strong. Just when he was about to scold the bib Lonia again, Sergey, the tall and thin man with long legs like a hemp pole next to him, snorted coldly:

"Don't pay attention to him. He is just hypocritical. He has forgotten his origins after just a few days of wealth. When you were rushing to dig out the cesspool for Master Haronen, why didn't you say it was stinky? Now he is treating us These old brothers are putting on airs, you are just hypocritical, you really think you are a master after taking a shower and changing clothes, no!"

Shalakov suddenly darkened his face, but there was a reason why Sergey with long legs dared to confront him. This guy was one of the most powerful in the Chernihiv rebel army. He had more than 30,000 brothers under his command, that is, guns. A little less than Sharakov.

Shalakov could quarrel with anyone else, but he didn't dare to quarrel with this guy. What's even more annoying was that the two of them knew each other from the same village. The other party knew all about Shalakov's dark history.

Shalakov could only swallow this breath of bad breath and simply ignored the man. He walked straight to the window, opened it casually and pretended to ventilate, but in fact he was out of sight and out of mind.

Sarakov was not only troubled by this group of smelly colleagues, but what was even more troublesome was that the night attack plan was not progressing smoothly. The large-scale personnel mobilization failed to hide from the Russian troops outside the city. They clearly intensified the artillery attacks on their assembly area. What was worse was that the spies reported that the Russian troops outside the city were frantically building fortifications and digging for quite a long time. of trenches.

It was not just the reaction of the Russian army that troubled him, but there were also a lot of troubles within the rebel army. There were many casualties during the assembly. A full one or two thousand people were killed and injured by artillery fire, and more than half of the rest were frightened. As far as he knew, countless people had deserted in the past few days. If this continued, they would have to disperse without the Russian army coming to attack them.

What was even more irritating was that when he once again appealed to the bastards in the room for more troops, these short-sighted guys refused, saying they were unwilling to send more soldiers.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. Shalakov simply went downstairs to the back of the house to get some air. He called his confidants and asked, "How about it? Are our people ready?"

After receiving a positive answer, he nodded and whispered: "You will send someone to pick me up at ten o'clock in the evening. Everything will go according to the planned plan!"

Shalakov obviously had other plans. Yes, he knew from the beginning that the so-called night attack was unlikely to succeed. The reason why he had to carry out this night attack was just to attack the east and west.

He knew very well what was going on in Chernihiv. There was no food in this ghost place, and there were no nobles or wealthy households. If he continued to stay here, he could only drink from the northwest wind.

If you want to survive, you must leave voluntarily, try to enter Belarus, and go to Gomel or Mozyr to grab a good deal.

But the terrible thing is that Dmitri's troops are blocking his way. If he wants to go to Belarus, he must cross over the Russian army.

It's just that this attempt has failed. In terms of field capabilities, the Russian army can hang them up and fight them, so they have to retreat to the empty city of Chernihiv.

Shalakov's heart was like that of Ming Jing. He knew that there was no way to survive and there was no way to defend blindly. So how could there be a way to survive?

Naturally, they tried to avoid the obstruction of the Russian army and rushed to the rich Belarus. That's why he strongly requested this night attack. The purpose of the night attack was not to defeat the Russian army, but to attract attention.

As long as the Russian army's attention was diverted, he just broke through the obstruction and rushed towards the vast Belarus.

Therefore, he planned to break through Dmitry's blockage from the southwest shortly after the night attack began and drive towards Lubechi and Brakin.

After staying outside the house for more than ten minutes, he reluctantly returned inside. Looking at those smelly colleagues, he couldn't help but feel a little happy:

"You idiots, really think that I am going to attack at night? Are you stupid? I am going to break out. With your help attracting the attention of the black dog, I can go to Belarus without any danger. Haha, then If the sky is high, the fish can jump across the sea, and the birds can fly, I can definitely create a great situation!"

Yes, he was very dissatisfied with the current situation. He felt that the reason why he failed to become bigger and stronger was that he was held back by the guys around him. When he went to Belarus, no one could compete with him. He was the real boss. At that time, it won’t be about wind or rain!