Adlerberg could calm down and continue to lurk like a hunter, waiting for Li Xiao to reveal a bigger flaw. But Messadov could not calm down. He had been living a very painful month: never again
You can no longer go to the opera house or ballet to flirt with women, and you can no longer enjoy the high-end meals and various fine wines in St. Petersburg's French restaurants.
She had to stay in the inhospitable place of Sertolov Town every day, living in a hut with drafts from all sides and a farmhouse smell, eating pig food that was gross and inedible, and only some vulgar village women could warm her.
bed.
This is hell!
Because Messadov found that his weight was actually three pounds lighter! Three pounds of flesh! How much energy and blood it consumes, how much hard work it requires. When he was fighting the Turkish barbarians, he only lost two pounds! Less!
Losing three pounds of flesh is simply destroying his body!
Messadov was full of resentment. He hated the "culprit" Li Xiao, hated Adlerberg who did nothing but only watched in vain, and also hated Leonid, the damn deputy commander!
"Under investigation again! What on earth does that bastard want to do!"
Messadov got so angry that he overturned all the delicious food on the table. Beef stew and potatoes were scattered on the floor, lamb chops lay limply in the corner, beetroot soup and red wine were spread out among the fragments of glass and porcelain. The light was
The dishes on this table were worth thirty rubles, not to mention the beautifully broken porcelain.
Messadov's thunder destroyed at least a hundred rubles in a rage, but the overweight colonel did not even blink an eye. Even if one hundred rubles was enough for a hundred serfs to live a fulfilling life for a month, for him
He said it was just drizzle, so don’t worry about it. He spends more than ten hundred rubles on women every month, so this amount of money is nothing!
But for the soldiers of the 748th Regiment, one hundred rubles is very valuable, which is almost enough for a month's military pay. Even in the past few years, this little military pay has not been available every month. They have to wait until Christmas.
Only on major festivals such as Christmas and Easter. On other days, just take the opportunity to go to bed early and forget about good things.
So when Messadov vented his anger wantonly, the orderlies serving him were staring at the food on the ground, with deep longing in their eyes. If there were no officers present, they would
Fighting for food may result in loss of life.
The greedy look in the soldier's eyes was noticed by Mesakov. He despised this kind of fanaticism and believed that mud-legged people would never make it to the table, and only despicable mud-legged people would be interested in these contaminated and vulgar foods.
A noble person like him wouldn't give this garbage a second look.
What makes Messadov angry and puzzled is that although he is a noble man like him, why does Leonid sink himself to get mixed up with these despicable mud-legged people? Why should he worry about these mud-legged people?
His life and death? Why do you keep causing trouble for a few idiots? What are the benefits of doing this?!
Messadov, who does not eat minced meat, naturally cannot figure out the reason, so he can only think that Leonid is deliberately trying to make things difficult for him, deliberately making things difficult for him, and deliberately ruining his good deeds.
I'm competing with him to seize power!
Although Messadov looked down on the 748th Regiment and thought the regiment was garbage, the value created by the garbage belonged to him - the military pay of the mud-legged men, the rations of the mud-legged men, the clothes of the mud-legged men, and the mud-legged men.
All his lives belong to him. No one can take away what belongs to Mesadov, not even Gorchakov!
These are all jingling gold rubles! But since Leonid came, it has been difficult for Messadov to squeeze out the oil and water from Mud Legs. Leonid has to check every day’s rations.
Even if Leonid wears a military uniform, he has to count, so how can he make money?
Of course, these are just small amounts of money. Without this small amount of pocket money, Messadov could just endure it. The real smuggling of the bulk of the money was also targeted by Leonid. Messadov could no longer use the 748th Regiment.
Convenient channels have engaged in smuggling, causing his income to collapse like an avalanche this month and hit the bottom. If this continues, he will really have no choice but to eat rice bran!
"The quilt thing is just a shoddy little thing. What's wrong with letting the mud-legged people sleep on straw quilts? Those bastards didn't even have straw in the past and they still survived the winter. Do they deserve to sleep on blankets? It's ridiculous!"
"Captain, you have to judge for us. Not only did he ask us to return the goods, but he also asked us to pay a fine. How could such a thing happen? Isn't this just making things difficult for us?"
"There's also the matter of rations. Isn't it just a little moldy? It's not the same after cooking. It's not for him to eat anyway... Besides, there is no such good food for the animals. He is not satisfied yet. This is to treat the mud legs as
Will my biological father support me?"
Major Antonov "accused" Leonid's "atrocities" with snot and tears, as if he had been greatly wronged.
This made Messadov feel even more depressed. He felt that there was an evil fire burning in his chest, but Adlerberg's order was there again. Although he was pretentious, he was not arrogant enough not to ignore the Minister of Palace Affairs.
His son and the crown prince's confidants looked down upon him.
He waved his hand irritably: "Why are you crying? It's just a trivial matter. What's that money worth..."
Antonov hurriedly continued to apply eye drops and said with a sad face: "We thought so too, just bite the bullet and endure it. But that guy didn't know how to restrain himself at all. He was looking for trouble with us all day long. Yesterday he arrested Ma Xi again.
Nov and the others were charged with gathering a crowd to gamble, and today they arrested the innocent Kombarov again!"
"Look what's going on! It's such a cold day, and they make us exercise with the mud-legged ones. This is just bullying us!"
Messadov's face was uncertain, like a cloud hanging over his face, but he still did not express his position. This made Antonov more anxious, and he said again:
"Captain, he will arrest two today and three tomorrow. Soon, all the old brothers who follow you in the regiment will be arrested!"
"He doesn't have any serious military discipline. He just came for you... It doesn't matter if we are wronged and thrown out of office or jailed. Anyway, we have nothing to pursue. If we are dismissed early, we don't have to suffer from his arrogance. It will be a relief!"
"But what about you? Did you ask him to restrain himself a little bit and feel a little grateful after you gave in? He just came for your position. When we old brothers are cleaned up, he will be the only one in the group.
As a person, by then I’m afraid you, as the group leader, will also come to an end..."
"enough!"
Messadov slammed the dining table, stood up suddenly, and the fat all over his body trembled like waves. He stared at the red eyes and said fiercely:
"You're right, I can't bear it anymore! Joseph, if you have any good ideas, tell me directly. I want to give that little bastard some color and let him see how many eyes Lord Ma has!"