Messadov was so angry that he wanted to breathe fire. What did he see? A few despicable mud-legged soldiers dared to block his way and did not allow him to enter his military camp. Is there any justice in this?
The fat on Messadov's body was trembling, and his brows were full of anger. He vowed to let these blind mud-legged soldiers know how powerful they were, and he would personally use the Hydra whip to beat their flesh piece by piece.
When you come down, you have to listen to their hoarse screams before eating, you have to eat their flesh, drink their blood, and tease the dogs with their bones.
"Damn it! Get out of here!"
Mesadov cursed loudly: "I am your leader, and you are all under my control! I can move your heads with just a move of my fingers!"
"I'm warning you for the last time, get out of the way immediately and don't block the road!"
But no matter how Messadov shouted, the two sentries of the second company would not give in. They stood firm at their posts and responded calmly and seriously: "Mr. Commander, please restrain yourself. According to the order of our company commander, any
Anyone entering or exiting the camp must obtain his approval. No one is allowed to trespass without his order! Violation of this will be subject to military law!"
"Now the messenger has gone to report, and you will be able to enter our company's station soon. But before that, you are not allowed to take a step without permission! Otherwise, according to the military order, we can only take coercive measures against you!"
Messadov's nose was so angry that he didn't really come to the Second Company to inspect. If he could, he wouldn't want to suffer in this hellish place. Staying in St. Petersburg and having a good time and having a good time was no better than watching a group of smelly people.
Old and rough. Comfortable.
But the problem is that the idiot Gerasim Gerasimovich left and never returned and there was no news for a long time. According to the plan, this idiot should have finished the matter and came out to inform him of his appearance.
But nearly an hour has passed, and that idiot has not even been seen, let alone the news. Although Messadov is fat, his ability to withstand the cold is really not very good. The north wind is howling in the ice and snow, making him a dignified colonel, commander of an imperial viscount
Just being an ice sculpture in the wild field, is this what people do?
Anyway, Messadov, who was freezing enough, couldn't bear it anymore. He figured that Gerasimovich should do something about it, so he quickly led his troops to the second company to inspect, preparing to solve Li Xiao's big trouble once and for all.
.Then he can happily accept the awards from Nicholas I and Crown Prince Alexander. Receiving awards for meritorious service, being promoted and making a fortune is just around the corner.
At that time, whether he was being promoted or receiving an award, he no longer had to look at Leonid's face. He was so pleased, so pleased!
But this beautiful ambition was shattered just at the beginning. Two mud-legged soldiers dared to block his way and even dared to threaten him! Is this a rebellion?
What made Messadov angry was that the mud-legged soldiers were not like this in the past. They were all like mud. They ignored or turned a deaf ear to his orders. They did not use whips and bayonets and did not have military police to clear the way.
, they will not obey at all.
Messadov couldn't figure it out. In just one or two months, what kind of magic did Li Xiao cast? Or did he pour ecstasy soup on the mud-legged people to make them so obedient? This is nothing more than a wizard, right?
Moreover, look what these mud-legged people said! They didn’t take him as the regiment leader seriously at all, okay? He, the regiment leader, actually looked at the face of a mere small company commander. There is no such thing as this small company commander.
He was ordered not to even enter his regiment's camp. This was a blatant rebellion and seizure of power, which is intolerable!
Messadov jumped to his feet. Cold and angry, he rushed towards the sentry without saying a word. He wanted to use his fists to speak and beat these disobedient mud-legged soldiers to let them know who was the real one.
The master of the 748th Regiment.
Messadov was full of confidence and very powerful. He determined that the sentries did not dare to do anything to him. After all, he was the leader and a viscount. Not to mention the serfs, even the common people did not dare to stab the nobles!
The only regret or flaw is that Messadov overestimated his own skills and underestimated the influence of ice and snow. He screamed and rushed forward, and only took three steps when his foot slipped and he used a move
Unprecedented, his buttocks were flattened backwards like a wild goose. First, he struggled in a dance, and then, astonishingly, he knelt down in front of the two sentries and paid homage!
The whole audience was shocked! The two sentries were even dumbfounded. They didn’t understand what the captain was doing. Did he think that kowtowing would allow them to let them go?
What's worse is yet to come. Messadov, who is as plump as a rubber ball, fell hard. His front teeth were chipped, and he struggled to get up from the pain. As a result, the ground was too slippery, and the weight of his upper body
It was too prominent, and his short arms were really weak. Twice in a row, he fell down in the middle of the struggle, and kowtowed three times!
The scene was so miserable that one could not bear to miss any detail, which made all the serf soldiers watching secretly cheer. They had already had enough of this violent regiment leader. In the past, they just dared to be angry but dared not speak. Now look
He cheered when he made a fool of himself, wishing that this guy would be more unlucky and miserable, and it would be better if he fell to his death directly.
"Idiot! What are you doing standing still!"
Messadov, who had struggled a few times and had his face covered in mud, knew that it was impossible for him to get up with his strength, and the losers he brought with him were still stupidly watching the show. This made him even more angry!
"Nima, are you pig heads? Come help me quickly!"
Major Antonov and others suddenly woke up and hurriedly swarmed around him. It took a lot of effort to help the Colonel up.
At this time, Mesakov was in an extremely embarrassed state. His face was covered with mud and blood. His military coat and breeches were completely soaked and dripping with mud. What was even more ridiculous was that his crotch was torn.
The poor pants couldn't withstand the repeated ravages of hundreds of pounds of fat and were declared dead in battle.
"You...you..."
Messadov's eyes were red. He had never suffered such a big loss or suffered such a heavy crime since he was a child. Today he kowtowed to two mud-legged people. What a shame and humiliation!
He had no intention of self-examination, and never thought that his embarrassment was entirely due to himself, and blamed all the faults on the sentries of the second company.
"How dare you attack the commander!"
"How dare you be so arrogant!"
"Get it! I will make your life worse than death!"
As Messadov roared, this time without him calling, the doglegs behind him immediately knew what to do. Antonov yelled and waved his hand, and several "loyal protectors" of the doglegs came to him without saying a word.
He rushed towards the sentry, and the conflict between the two sides broke out!