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 leaders scraped together more than 20,000 troops, and it took three days to finally gather together.
More than 20,000 people are crammed into small houses, and a hundred or ten people are 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 hard-working backgrounds. It is easy to imagine that their living habits are in a mess. It is also a common phenomenon not to take a shower for a month or two in the winter. Some of the more vigorous ones have not been touched for more than half a year.
Water.
With such a group of people gathering together, and the fact that private houses these days don't have bathrooms, toilets are a big problem.
Therefore, the odor of human body odor plus the odor of human excrement is concentrated into a lump, 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 without washing his face, brushing his teeth, or changing clothes for half a year. But now, if he doesn't take a shower for a day, he feels itchy and needs to be washed clean.
You must also spray a little French perfume confiscated from the noble 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. His big gold chain and small gold ring make him look like a blind dog.
Not only does he show off to himself, 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 cesspit. I wonder how you can eat without feeling nauseated!"
Lonia grinned her crooked lips, put down the leg of cow in her hand, and replied with some embarrassment: "It's so troublesome to wash your 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!”
Shalakov felt like vomiting more and more. It turned out that he was still a pair of old athletes with 20 years of age. No wonder the smell was so bad. Just when he was about to scold the bib Lonia again, there was a tall and thin man next to him.
The long-legged Sergey snorted coldly:
"Don't pay attention to him. He is just hypocritical. After only a few days of rich life, he has forgotten his origin. When you were rushing to dig out the cesspit for Mr. Haronen, why didn't you say it was stinky? Now he is talking to 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!"
Sarakov's face suddenly darkened, 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 is 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 bad breath and simply ignored the man. He walked straight to the window and opened it casually to pretend to ventilate, but in fact he was out of sight and out of mind.
What worries Sarakov is not only this group of smelly colleagues, but also the fact that the night attack plan is not progressing smoothly. The large-scale personnel transfer has not been hidden from the Russian army outside the city, and they have obviously strengthened their control.
The area where they were gathering was harassed by artillery fire, and what was even worse was that the spies reported that the Russian army outside the city was frantically building fortifications and digging quite long 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 process. One or two thousand people were killed and injured by artillery fire, and more than half of the remaining people were also frightened.
He was too courageous. As far as he knew, countless people had deserted and escaped 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 is 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 scheduled 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 insisted on carrying 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 aristocratic or wealthy households. If you continued to stay here, you would really have to 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 troops.
However, this attempt has failed. In terms of field combat capabilities, the Russian army can hang them up and fight them, so they had 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, he tried to bypass the Russian army's obstruction and rush 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 soon 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 Lyubetsy and Brakin.
After staying outside the house for more than ten minutes, he reluctantly returned inside. Looking at his smelly colleagues, he couldn't help but feel a little happy:
"You idiots, do you really think I'm going to attack at night? Are you stupid? I'm going to break out. With your help attracting the black dog's attention, I can go to Belarus without any danger. Haha, when the time comes
No matter how high the sky is, the fish can jump across the sea, and the birds can fly, I can definitely create a great situation!"
Yes, he is very dissatisfied with the current situation. He feels that the reason why he has not become bigger and stronger is that the guys around him are holding him back. When he went to Belarus, no one could compete with him. He is the real boss.