Chapter 226: No Coincidence Can Make a Book (Part 1)
Baron Klimov was surprised. Although eating chaff was a common thing for the gray animals in Tsarist Russia, it usually happened after the war officially started. For example, when they invaded Wallachia, because of the logistical supply problems,
I couldn't keep up, so I had to eat bran-pharynx vegetables.
But now that we are still in our own country, generally speaking, it is impossible to go without food so early. Baron Klimov is not a child, and he quickly understood what happened. He also lowered his voice and asked softly:
"Someone got rich?"
Alexander Mikhailovich gave a bitter smile, nodded silently, and replied in a low voice: "This bastard Mark Mikhailovich seems to have resold every bit of the food in the war preparation granary. What's left is
That little food reserve is of no use at all!”
Baron Klimov curled his lips and sighed: "It's Mark Mikheyevich again. This idiot is getting more and more excessive, but he can do such a thing without giving in at all.
Surprise!"
Alexander Mikhailovich looked at Baron Klimov suspiciously, pondered for a moment and asked: "Old man, you suddenly came to me, are you related to that bastard?"
Baron Klimov suddenly let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "I am also desperate and have no choice. I originally thought of disarming myself and returning home to stay away from right and wrong, but who would have thought that disaster would fall from the sky!"
After saying that, Baron Klimov told Alexander Mikhailovich the whole story clearly, and sighed: "This country is becoming more and more chaotic, and it is becoming more and more bastards. What?
Anything can happen!”
Alexander Mikhailovich frowned and pondered for a moment, as if he was digesting the news brought by Baron Klimov. After a long time, he said: "Old man, you are really involved in a big dispute this time.
You know, I also have some news in St. Petersburg. I have heard about the Grand Duke Andrei Konstantinovich you mentioned. The matter is very involved and is not a trivial matter!"
Baron Klimov spread his hands helplessly and said: "That's why I came to you as soon as possible! For now, I can only sell you these more than 100 kilograms, so I have the nerve to ask for your help!"
Alexander Mikhailovich said very unhappily: "What are you talking about? If you don't help me, will I just stand by and watch? Your business is my business! What's more, you don't have any
You did something wrong, I can’t just watch you being bullied! Then what kind of man am I?!”
Baron Klimov also sighed deeply, held Alexander Mikhailovich's hand tightly, and said nothing.
"Don't worry. Although Mark Mikheyevich has great hands and eyes, the Black Sea Fleet is not his private territory. With General Lazarev here, it is not his turn to be arrogant! If it weren't for Menshikov
The general has long wanted to deal with this old eunuch to save face!"
Alexander Mikhailovich comforted and analyzed at the same time: "And listen to what you said. This time you are reasonable and well-founded. Not to mention being overthrown by that bastard's gang, at least you can escape unscathed!"
These words made Baron Klimov feel a little more at ease. He spoke from his heart. He was very anxious along the way. He was just about to thank Alexander Mikhailovich for a few words when he heard the messenger outside the door suddenly announce:
"General, there is someone outside who claims to be a servant of Baron Klimov and requests to speak to the baron immediately!"
Baron Klimov's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he looked at Alexander Mikhailovich. It was obvious that things were probably much more complicated than imagined!
Alexander Mikhailovich immediately ordered without any nonsense: "Bring people in to talk!"
It was Baron Klimov's butler who came, but he was in a very bad condition at this time. He was almost helped in by the orderly soldiers. The inner thighs were already stained with blood, and his face was covered with dust.
As soon as he saw Baron Klimov, he cried loudly: "Master, something big happened. Not long after you left, a group of military police broke into the house and started arresting people without any explanation. The wife and the eldest lady were both arrested.
gone!"
This news was no less than a thunder, which made Baron Klimov spin around and his eyes darkened. He rushed to the housekeeper in two steps and asked sternly: "What on earth is going on? Why do they arrest people? And, Pa
Where is Sha? How is she?"
The housekeeper burst into tears and cried: "We don't know what the situation is. We only know that the arrester is the military police of the third department. It seems that they are investigating a spy case and want to arrest you for interrogation!"
Spy case? Baron Klimov is not a fool, so he naturally knows that this is just a lame excuse, just revenge!
The housekeeper continued: "The second lady was not present at the time, so she escaped by chance. She told me to hurry up and find you, and then she was picked up by Lieutenant Boris and protected."
Hearing that his little daughter was okay for the time being, Baron Klimov was a little relieved, but his heart was still burning inside, and a wave of nameless anger rushed to his head. He just heard him roar and curse:
"Spy? I've been through life and death for more than twenty years, killed countless Turks and Persians, and in the end I became a spy? What kind of bullshit is this? If you say I'm a spy, well, you don't need to catch me, I'll do it myself! I'd rather
Let’s see how shameless you can be!”
With that said, the angry Baron Klimov was about to rush out and ask for an explanation from the third department. Alexander Mikhailovich quickly hugged him and repeatedly advised him: "Old man! Don't worry.
!Don’t be impulsive! And there’s me! I can’t let them do anything so recklessly to you!”
With that said, he rushed to the messenger and ordered: "Prepare the car, go to the city defense headquarters, and go to General Kornilov first!"
In the carriage, he repeatedly comforted Baron Klimov: "Old man, don't worry! General Kornilov is in charge of the entire affairs of Odessa and Izmail. He has outstanding ability, fairness and strictness. He is La
The protégé of General Zarev is not the same as Mark Mikheyevich and his like. With him here, he will definitely be able to clear your name and uphold justice for you!"
At this time, Kornilov was still in a good mood, because Vishniak brought important information that he had never thought of, including the deployment of the most important cities and fortresses in Wallachia, including Bucharest.
Maps and troop deployments were placed on his desk.
The content is so detailed that it looks like it was copied from the War Department of the Provisional Republic of Wallachia.
He laughed heartily and said: "Great, with this information, Wallachia will have no secrets for us!"