Colonel Gavril Grigorievich was in a terrible mood. The reason was very simple, because Vlas's troops had lost news for some time. This situation was unique, because Vlas usually
It is very reliable and usually watertight. If there is no news for so long, there is only one possibility - that is, he messed up!
In the past, Gavril Grigorievich had never considered the consequences if things went wrong. At that time, all he had to do was to report the good news to the superiors, tell the gentlemen that the matter was done, and send money quickly.
Get promoted quickly.
How happy and beautiful it was at that time!
But now, as happy as that time was, Gavril Grigorievich was so frightened, because he knew very well how powerful and difficult those powerful men were. If they were angry and dissatisfied, there would be consequences.
How serious!
Anyway, Gavril Grigorievich was frightened. For the first time, he realized how necessary it was to make more preparations beforehand, and now he really regretted it.
"Is there no news from Flas?" he asked anxiously, "If you can't handle such a small thing, what's the use of you!"
Without waiting for the henchmen to reply, he continued to ask: "As for the situation over there with the 748th Regiment, have you sent anyone to check it out?"
Yes, the group leader finally thought belatedly that if there was no news from Flas, he could go check on Boris' situation! If that guy is killed, it means Flas is finished.
If he failed the mission, on the contrary... On the other hand, Gavril Grigorievich could not do anything for the time being, because he never thought that Vlas would fail, because Vlas was his most powerful subordinate.
"I'm going to inquire about it right now!"
Looking at this group of incompetent and cowardly subordinates, Gavril Grigorievich sighed in his heart. He also knew that he had some problems in employing people. In recent years, because of the smooth sailing, he has become more and more successful.
I'm willing to use some talkative guys to give me money.
Now it seems that I still need to use it a little more to get things done. These pieces of trash really can't do anything well!
While Gavril Grigorievich was sulking, a confidant hurried in again. He looked panicked and sweating profusely, like a headless fly.
"Captain, something happened! Something big happened!"
Gavril Grigorievich had nowhere to vent his pent-up anger. Seeing the guy in front of him keep talking about the trouble without saying what happened, he naturally became very angry.
Come on, I got kicked over and said angrily:
"What happened? Tell me!"
The guy quickly replied: "I just saw Fras's people being put in prison cars and sent to the military headquarters. Looking at their dejected looks, it seems like... they seemed to have missed something!"
These words were like a bolt from the blue. Gavril Grigorievich staggered in shock. At that time, he collapsed on his buttocks. A layer of sweat could be seen on his forehead with the naked eye.
, his face was even pale, and his lips were trembling a little, as if he had lost his soul.
"Captain! Commander!"
Gavril Grigorievich came to his senses only after repeated calls from his bewildered confidants. He stood up in a flash, and then ran away. His speed and movement skills were so fast.
, even a bunch of losers can’t catch up...
The Izmail City Defense Headquarters had not been so lively for a long time. The dejected soldiers were tied into long strings of sausages and escorted by Boris himself to the gate of the headquarters.
Behind them were seven or eight open carts, which were also filled with rows of wounded soldiers. At first glance, the onlookers who did not know the truth thought that the Turks were coming, and the border guards were defeated and fled back.
Anyway, that's what the sentries at the headquarters gate thought at first, so they looked at Boris nervously, with a hint of fear and uneasiness in their eyes. It took a long time before someone came forward to ask for clarification.
"You are?"
Boris dismounted gracefully and replied casually: "We are the 2nd Forward Battalion of the 748th Regiment, and I am the 2nd Company Commander, Lieutenant Boris Viktorovich Krylov."
The sentry's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed. Actually, what he really wanted to ask was "Who are you? What do you do?", especially the last question that he really cared about.
But, the oppressive feeling of the tall and powerful Boris is too strong. Anyone will be afraid when facing such a giant, especially Boris who is full of murderous intent. It feels like the night before a storm.
After a long time, the sentry finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Hello... hello, Lieutenant, please... may I ask... what can you do for me?"
Boris turned around with a smile and pointed his riding crop at the prisoners behind him, and said: "The day before yesterday, a group of thieves suddenly attacked my camp at night. Some of them were killed on the spot, and some of them were caught by me. After checking, I
I found out that they are the garrison of Izmail, so I can only send them to the military headquarters for such a big matter!"
The sentries' faces twitched, because Boris's attitude didn't look like he was handing over to the military, but more like someone who came to demonstrate and slap him in the face. They couldn't help but take another look at Boris to see what he was like.
Lengtouqing has such courage.
However, Boris did not realize that he was being watched. He urged impatiently: "Why are you still hanging around? Go and report it quickly! If not, I will send them Odessa directly!"
These words were even more arrogant. The sentries did not dare to say anything more. They ordered Boris to wait at the door and hurriedly went to report. Anyway, this kind of big thing has nothing to do with them little soldiers. It is Miha who has to worry about it.
The matter of Brigadier General Il Mikheyevich!
As for Boris, he is even less anxious. The reason why he sent people to his door with such a big fanfare is to make the trouble known. Only when everyone knows it, there will be no way to cover the lid. He still understands this trick.
of.
It was at this time that Gavril Grigorievich received the news and rushed to the scene. He had to confirm the authenticity of the news so that he could make targeted preparations. Of course, he also held the hope that it would be one in 10,000.
It's a fluke, I hope it's fake.
But he only took one look, and his heart was completely cold. Because at a glance, he saw Daniel propping up his head on the cart and looking around with sly eyes. He was so familiar with this pretty face, and he was captured.
There is nothing else to say, it must have been a mistake by Fras.
"Have you seen Vlas Vlasovich?" Gavril Grigorievich asked the confidant beside him in a low voice.
"Captain, I didn't see it. It seems that he is not among the prisoners!"
Upon hearing this, Gavril Grigorievich breathed a sigh of relief. If Vlas was also captured, it would be the end!