Struggle in Russia

In fact, Mark is very impressed by the gunshots, and always has the feeling that the bad guys want to harm me. Or like a frightened bird, almost running away in fright.

"Stand still!"

It was the young lieutenant commander who made him stand still with a scolding, and the other party laughed and said, "How dare you be a soldier if you are so timid!"

Mark's face was very ugly, because he really wanted to answer: "What does timidity have to do with being a soldier? Who said that being a soldier must be courageous."

Of course, he wasn't so stupid, so he just wouldn't say it out loud. It's just that he was still a little nervous, worried that he would be chug in a while. So standing there is a little fidgety, like a frightened fat rabbit.

The gunfire gradually subsided, and with a burst of hearty laughter, three horses rushed out from behind the woods. The leading rider on the white horse let go and laughed, holding a prey as if to show off to his companions.

Mark suddenly narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the rider on the horse, but he was too far away, and he was hollowed out by alcohol, his old eyes were too dim to see clearly, and he probably saw that the so-called general was not very old , is too young.

However, this didn't make Mark feel any better, because the younger he was, the more powerful he was. For such a young general, even if he was only a major general, his family's background was as good as the sky. Maybe it was the royal family. Clan. starter

He immediately wondered whether any of the few members of the royal family had won the rank of general at such a young age. Don't tell me, there are quite a few, but Mark can't think of anything related to him, whether it is related or he may have offended him, there shouldn't be any?

Just when Mark was guessing wildly, the three riders ran over, like a gust of wind, and the man on the white horse had already reined in in front of him. Then he threw the prey in his hand to the servant, and he got off the horse with a beautiful turn.

"Mark, look at how my prey is doing!"

Mark was already stunned, because he had already recognized who the other party was, and his tongue was tied up immediately: "Kang...His Royal Highness Constantine...you...how do you...what do you want from me!"

Yes, it was Grand Duke Constantine, a sinister and black-bellied fat man, who was looking for him, but he didn't answer Mark's question directly, but asked again with a smile: "How is it, my prey is not bad!"

Grand Duke Constantine is holding a fat rabbit in his hand. It can be seen that this poor guy has had a good summer. His long gray-brown fur is shiny and his body and legs are extremely strong. He can be regarded as a hare. The best of the best.

Although Mark had no interest in rabbits, he hurriedly replied: "Very good, I haven't seen such a big rabbit for a long time!"

"Yes!"

Grand Duke Constantine nodded in satisfaction, then clapped his palms, and walked towards the chair under the sun umbrella.

"Come on, Mark, don't stand there, sit down and chat? Have you eaten yet? Let's try my chef's skills together!"

Mark didn't dare to refuse, and walked over in a hurry, holding a cup of black tea as if sitting on pins and needles, talking with each other.

Grand Duke Constantine ate and drank as if no one else was there. After eating a few pieces of snacks and drinking a cup of black tea, he wiped his mouth contentedly and said with a smile, "How is it? What are your plans for the future?"

Mark was very disturbed, because Grand Duke Constantine was one of his most feared enemies. Back then, he and Menshikov made things difficult for Grand Duke Constantine,

It's because he messed up a lot of good things.

Now that he slipped over without saying a word, it didn't look like repaying grievances with kindness and asking for warmth, so it shouldn't be for him to settle the score!

Mark felt that his calves were twisted, and his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and he replied after a while: "His Royal Highness, what other plans do you have for the guilty person. I just want to live in peace... the previous Those things were all done according to orders... Really... I'm so sorry!"

Grand Duke Constantine suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so happily that Mark was out of his wits.

After laughing for a while, Grand Duke Constantine said to the young major beside him: "Oshika, look, look! Is this still like the high-spirited Lieutenant General Mark before? This change... ... Tsk tsk, I almost can't recognize you, you didn't find the wrong person, did you?"

Major Joseph (Osika is a nickname) snorted contemptuously: "Your Highness, I also find it strange. The generals of the empire are not so timid. I thought I found the wrong person along the way. Unfortunately, he happened to be Mark. Mikjevic, don't you think this is strange!"

Grand Duke Constantine laughed loudly again, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world: "Oshika, you are too bad... Don't make fun of our poor general, you see, everyone is restless!"

Mark was indeed fidgeting, but anyone would. Having been with Menshikov for so many years, he has long been clear about this matter in the court, and he is not unfamiliar with the royal family at all. What kind of human nature is Grand Duke Constantine? He still doesn't know.

Don't look at this little fat man who is usually gentle, peaceful, virtuous and motivated, but in his bones, he is rebellious and rebellious. He is in the same line as his small-bellied father, and he is even more hypocritical and cunning.

"Your Highness, I...you listen to me explain...I really..."

Grand Duke Constantine didn't listen to his explanation at all, and waved his hand domineeringly: "I have no interest in the nonsense you said, even if you talk about it, it is meaningless!"

Mark was stunned by these words, and subconsciously thought that he might need a dog leash today. He was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, and he was even more regretful. He kept cursing Menshikov in his heart: "You eggless old thing , I was killed by you, even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Just when he was most worried and afraid that he was about to diaper his pants or beg for mercy on his knees, Grand Duke Constantine suddenly snorted: "I remember the past events very clearly, of course, as you said, you were also ordered Doing things... the culprit can't be blamed on you, at most you are an accomplice..."

"But now, it doesn't make much sense for me to settle old scores with you, and it doesn't make much sense to beat a dog in the water. After all, Menshikov is the one in charge."

Mark felt a little relieved, and thanked him in a hurry, and his words of thanks were like a torrent of river water.

It's just that Grand Duke Constantine didn't buy it, he snorted coldly: "These nonsense is meaningless to me, it's very simple if you want me to let you go..."