Struggle in Russia

Messadov was so angry that he was about to breathe fire, what did he see? A few lowly mud-legged soldiers dared to block his way and not allow him to enter his barracks. Is there any law or law in heaven?

The fat on Mesadov's body was trembling, and his brows were full of hostility. He vowed to let these blind-eyed mud-legged soldiers know how powerful he was, and he would use the hydra whip to whip their flesh piece by piece When you come down, you have to listen to their hoarse screams to eat, eat their meat and drink their blood, and play with their dogs with their bones.

"Bastard! Get the hell out of here!"

Messadov yelled: "I am your regiment leader, and you are all under my control! I can move your heads with just a flick of my finger!"

"I'm warning you for the last time, get out of here immediately, don't get in the way!"

But no matter how much Messadov yelled, the two sentries of the Second Company refused to budge an inch. They stuck to their posts and responded calmly and solemnly: "Mr. Commander, please restrain yourself. According to the order of our company commander, any Anyone entering or leaving the camp must obtain his approval, and no one is allowed to trespass without his order! Violators of military law will do so!"

"Now there are messengers to report, and you will be able to enter the company's garrison soon. But before that, you must not trespass! Otherwise, according to the military order, we can only take compulsory measures against you!"

Messadov's nose was so angry that he didn't really come to Erlian for inspection. If he could, he wouldn't go to this hellish place to suffer. Staying in St. Petersburg to hug and eat delicious food is no better than watching a group of stinky people The old man is comfortable.

But the problem is that the idiot Gerasim Gerasimovich has gone forever and there has been no news for a long time. According to the plan, this idiot should have settled the matter and came out to announce his debut.

But nearly an hour has passed, and the idiot has not even seen the news, let alone the news. Although Messadov is fat, his ability to keep out the cold is really not good. The north wind howls in the freezing world, and let him be an imposing colonel and the viscount of the empire as an ice sculpture in the wild. Is this a human thing?

Anyway, Mesadov, who was too cold, couldn't bear it anymore. He guessed that Gerasimovich should be done, so he hurriedly took his troops to the Second Company for inspection, and prepared to solve Li Xiao's big trouble once and for all. . Then he can happily accept the awards from Nicholas I and Crown Prince Alexander.

At that time, whether he was promoted or received an award, he didn't need to look at Leonid's face anymore, he was so happy!

But this beautiful ambition was shattered at the very beginning, and two mud-legged soldiers dared to block his way, and dared to threaten him! Is this a rebellion!

And what made Mesadov angry was that this group of mud-legged soldiers was not like this in the past. They were all like mud. They ignored or turned a deaf ear to his orders, and they didn't use whips and bayonets. , they will not obey at all.

Messadov couldn't figure it out. In just one or two months, what kind of magic did Li Xiao cast, or did he infuse the mud legs with ecstasy soup to make them so obedient and obedient? Wizards are nothing more than that, right?

And, look what those mud legs had to say! He didn't pay attention to him as the regiment commander at all, okay? He, the regiment commander, even looked at the face of a small company commander. Without the order of this small company commander, he couldn't even enter the camp of his own regiment. It is an open rebellion and seizure of power, which is tolerable or unbearable!

Messadov jumped, freezing and furious, he rushed towards the sentry without saying a word. He wanted to use his fist to speak, beat up these disobedient mudleg soldiers, and let them know who is the master of the 748 regiment.

Messadov was full of confidence, and his aura was quite strong. He believed that the sentries would not dare to do anything to him. After all, he was the regiment leader and viscount, not to mention serfs, even ordinary people would not dare to stab nobles!

The only regret or flaw is that,

Messadov both overestimated his own skill and underestimated the influence of Ice and Snow. He screamed and rushed forward, and after only three steps, he slipped and used a move that was completely unprecedented, the buttocks backwards flattening the sand and falling wild geese. I saw him struggling with dancing and dancing, and then kneeling directly In front of the two sentries, came a prostration!

Everyone was shocked! The two sentinels were even more stunned, not understanding what the leader was up to, did they think kowtowing would let them go?

What's worse is still to come. Messadov, who is fat like a ball, fell hard enough. His front teeth were cracked, and he was struggling to get up in pain. As a result, the ground was too slippery, the weight of his upper body was too prominent, and his short arms were really weak. Twice in a row, he struggled halfway and then He fell headfirst and kowtowed three times in a row!

The scene was so miserable that it was too unbearable to miss any detail, and all the serf soldiers who watched secretly cheered. They had had enough of this violent regiment leader long ago, they just dared not speak out before. Seeing him making a fool of himself now is nothing but cheering, wishing that this guy would be even more unlucky and miserable, and it would be better to just fall to his death.

"Idiot! What are you doing in a daze!"

Messadov, who struggled a few times and got his face muddy, knew that it was impossible to get up with his strength, and those dog legs he brought were still foolishly watching the show. This made him even angrier!

"Nimma, are you pig heads? Hurry up and help me up!"

Major Antonov and the others suddenly came to their senses, and rushed to surround them. It took a lot of effort to help Colonel Hutuanzi up.

At this time, Mesakov was in a panic, his face was covered with mud and blood, his military coat and breeches were completely soaked, dripping with muddy water, and what was even more ridiculous was that his crotch was torn. The poor trousers couldn't stand the repeated ravages of hundreds of catties of fat and were declared dead.

"You...you..."

Messadov's eyes were red. He had never suffered such a big loss or suffered such a big crime since he was a child. Today he actually kowtowed to two mud legs. It's a shame and a shame!

He had no intention of self-criticism at all, and he never thought that his embarrassment was entirely his own fault, and he blamed all the faults on the second company sentry.

"How dare you attack the officer!"

"How dare you be so rampant!"

"Get it for me! I want you to live like death!"

With Messadov's roar, this time without his calling, the dogs behind him immediately knew what to do. Antonov yelled and waved his hands, and a few dog legs of "loyal guardians" rushed towards the sentinel without saying a word, and the conflict broke out between the two sides!