Struggle in Russia

Sarakov was stunned and charged with four to five thousand men at once. He thought he could win no matter what, right?

Who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, one of his own people would be chased by someone else's cavalry like a lost dog, and they would only regret that their parents had lost two legs.

Seeing the soldiers fleeing back in panic, he felt like his brain was going to explode.

"Shoot! Shoot me! Tell them to get back and keep charging at me!"

Shalakov was furious, but what problem could anger solve? The deserters who retreated in a violent rout paid no attention to the scolding of the supervising team. Some even had a bad temper and shot down the supervising team with one shot.

Chaos continued, Shalakov's troops were in chaos, all command failed, everyone was running for their lives, and finally even Shalakov himself had to admit defeat.

"Let's go, let's get back into the city! The Cossacks are about to catch up!"

After a while of fussing, Sarakov retreated toward Chernihiv under the cover of his confidants and guards. Now he is no longer as high-spirited as before, and the only thing on his mind is how to escape.

But his trip was destined to be unstable, and he was stopped just as he ran back to the edge of Chernihiv.

Shalakov stared with red eyes and asked impatiently: "What's going on? Who is blocking the road?"

"Boss, it seems he is Sergey the Long Legs."

Shalakov was furious and said angrily: "Sergey with long legs, why does he come to my territory and tell them to get away!"

But his majesty was of no use at all. Sergey the Long-Legged's men ignored him at all and refused to let go.

This made Sarakov even more angry. He waved his hand and ordered: "I'm warning them one last time. If they don't get out of here, I won't be polite to them!"

This was still of no use, and even Sergey the Long-Legged's men shot down Shalakov's men with a burst of fire.

"What a bastard," Sarakov was so anxious that he jumped to his feet and gritted his teeth: "Tell Sergey the Long Legs that as long as he gets out of the way, I will give him 10,000 rubles!"

Shalakov's heart was bleeding when he said this. He lost 30,000 rubles that night without doing anything. Such a lot of money was lost in the water. How much land can he buy? How many serfs can I buy?

What a huge loss!

An An was furious in his heart. As long as he could get through this situation safely, he would definitely take revenge a hundred times a thousand times. He must let Sergey the Long Legs know the consequences of offending him!

But what he didn't expect was that the long-legged Sergey was indifferent to the price he offered, and even shot down the subordinate he sent to contact him with one shot.

"This bastard is trying to make the lion open his mouth!"

Shalakov's teeth were almost broken, but the situation was better than others. Looking at the pursuers getting closer and closer behind him, he could only raise the price again: "Twenty thousand rubles! Thirty thousand rubles can also be negotiated!"

But the long-legged Sergey had no intention of discussing it with him, and was indifferent to him no matter how much he raised the price.

The long-legged Sergey's confidants on the other side were a little surprised. In their opinion, letting Shalakov in was not a big problem. Why not take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune?

The long-legged Sergei was very disdainful: "What do you know? It's really not a big problem to let that guy in. Anyway, he is already a dead dog and can't make any waves. But think about it, we have reached an agreement with Count Milyutin." We agree, we must get rid of that guy this time. How can you be stupid for a little profit at a time like this!"

He said contemptuously: "Thirty thousand rubles is a lot, but do we lack this little money? Is it worth offending Count Milyutin for such a small amount of money? Brothers, we will also be officials in the future, and the most important thing in our hearts is It’s Shangguan, as long as you can leave a good impression on Count Milyuting, the benefits in the future will definitely be much more than the 30,000 rubles!”

After a short pause, he waved his hand and said domineeringly: "Let the brothers beat him hard. Whoever can capture Shalakov alive will be rewarded with a reward of 10,000!"

Immediately the long-legged Sergei's men became a sensation. This was ten thousand rubles! If you can buy thousands of hectares of land, let alone your children and grandchildren for the rest of your life, you are not risking your life!

For a moment, Shalakov was under great pressure, and he wondered why the long-legged Sergei was so desperate. Although the relationship between the two families was not harmonious, there was no deep hatred between them?

But looking at the current situation, would anyone believe that he and I had a grudge against him for taking his wife and killing his father?

The first two big Shalakov was really square. Seeing that his remaining troops were gradually reduced, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He is under attack from both sides, and if this trend continues, he will become alone in less than a quarter of an hour.

In fact, Sarakov's men have already had second thoughts, the smarter ones are already sneaking away, and the remaining ones are looking around for a way out.

After another five minutes, Shalakov knew that he must not hesitate any longer. He immediately ordered: "Retreat to the east, quickly, retreat to the east!"

Is there a way out to the east?

Actually, no, it's just that there is less noise there, so there should be fewer enemies. The most important thing for Shalakov right now is to escape. As long as he can escape, there will be a chance to make a comeback in the future.

But he couldn't escape. Just as he was urging his confidants to quickly protect the large carts of gold and silver and break out eastward, several of his confidants exchanged glances and nodded tacitly to each other.

Before Shalakov could react, the group of henchmen swarmed him and knocked him unconscious with sticks, and he was tied up in a daze. When he woke up, he had been sent to Sergey the Long Legs.

"Hey, this is a rare visitor! Isn't this the commander-in-chief? What are you doing so late at night? Shooting and shooting, don't you think it's too noisy?"

Shalakov did not speak, he knew that no matter what he said, it would only make the long-legged Sergei become more and more unscrupulous and sarcastic and taunting him.

It's just that it's not enough for him not to speak, because the long-legged Sergei insists on him speaking: "Why don't you speak, Commander-in-Chief? Weren't you very impressive and capable before? You are the only one who speaks during the meeting, and we all just If you can listen, just keep talking!"

Shalakov took a deep breath and said angrily: "I've fallen into your hands. If you want to kill me, kill me. Why are you talking nonsense! If you dare, just chop me to death. I won't be a man if I blink my eyes!"

Tsk tsk tsk!

The long-legged Sergey smiled even more happily, and said like an old cat teasing a mouse: "Who told you that I am going to kill you? What good will it do me to kill you, and it will be too cheap for you. Besides, Mi Count Liuting has put a reward of three thousand rubles on your head. If I can send you there without dirtying my hands and still getting the money, why not do it!"