Mark is actually very sensitive to the sound of gunshots, and he always feels like someone is trying to harm me. Or maybe he is like a frightened bird, and he almost runs away in fear.
"Stand still!"
It was the young naval lieutenant commander who stopped him with a scolding, and the other party laughed at him: "How can you become a soldier if you are so cowardly!"
Mark's expression was very ugly, because he wanted to reply: "What does being timid have to do with being a soldier? Who said you have to be brave to be a soldier?"
Of course, he wasn't that stupid, so he wouldn't say this out loud. But he was still a little nervous, and worried that he would be kicked out soon. So he was a little restless when he stood there, like a frightened animal.
Fat rabbit.
The sound of gunfire gradually subsided, and with a burst of hearty laughter, three horses swept out from behind the woods. The rider on the leading white horse laughed heartily, holding up a prey as if to show off to his companions.
Mark immediately squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the rider on the horse, but he was too far away, and he was so drunk with wine that he couldn't see clearly. He probably saw that the so-called general was not very old.
, being too young is really a bit too much.
But this didn't make Mark feel any better, because the younger he was, the more powerful he was. For such a young general, even if he was just a major general, his family's background would be that of a man with great eyes and hands. He might still be a member of the royal family.
Clan relatives.
He immediately wondered if any of the royal family members had achieved the rank of general at such a young age. Not to mention, there were quite a few, but Mark couldn't think of any that were related to him, no matter what.
Or maybe you have offended someone, so there should be none?
Just when Mark was making random guesses, the three horsemen ran over. Like a breeze blowing by, the man on the white horse had already reined in the horse in front of him. Then he threw the prey in his hand to the servant.
A beautiful turn over and you can get off the horse.
"Mark, look how my prey is doing!"
Mark was stunned, because he had recognized who the other party was, and his tongue was immediately tied: "Kang...His Royal Highness the Grand Duke Constantine...you...how...what do you want me to do!"
Yes, it was Grand Duke Constantine who was looking for him, a sinister little fat man. However, he did not directly answer Mark's question, but asked again with a smile: "How is it? My prey is not bad!"
Grand Duke Constantine was holding a plump rabbit in his hand. It could be seen that this poor guy had a very nourishing summer. His long grey-brown hair was shiny, and his body and legs were extremely strong. He was considered a hare.
The best among them.
Although Mark had no interest in rabbits, he hurriedly replied: "It's very good. I haven't seen such a big rabbit for a long time!"
"Yes!"
Grand Duke Constantine nodded with satisfaction, then clapped his hands and walked to the chair under the parasol.
"Come on, Mark, don't stand around, sit down and chat? Have you eaten yet? Let's try my chef's skills together!"
Mark didn't dare to refuse, so he walked over nonchalantly, sitting on pins and needles with a cup of black tea in his hand, chatting with each other.
Grand Duke Constantine ate and drank as if no one else was around. After eating a few snacks and a cup of black tea, he wiped his mouth with satisfaction and said with a smile: "How is it? What are your plans for the future?"
Mark was very uneasy, because Grand Duke Constantine was one of his most feared enemies. Back then, he followed Menshikov and caused trouble for Grand Duke Constantine, which ruined many of his good deeds.
Now I just slipped over to him without saying a word. It doesn't look like repaying kindness with kindness or asking for help. Is it to settle the general account for him?
Mark felt that his calves were cramped, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. After a while, he answered: "Your Highness, what plans can a person who has committed a crime have. He just wants to live a stable life... In the past
Those things were all done under orders...actually...I'm really sorry!"
Grand Duke Constantine suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter was so hearty that it made Mark lose his mind.
After laughing for a while, Archduke Constantine said to the young major on the side: "Osika, look, look! Is this still the same high-spirited Lieutenant General Mark before? This change...
…Tsk, tsk, I almost don’t recognize him, did you find the wrong person?”
Major Joseph (Osika is his nickname) snorted contemptuously: "Your Highness, I feel strange too. The generals of the empire are not so timid. I thought I had found the wrong person along the way. Unfortunately, he turned out to be Mark.
.Mikheyevich, do you think this is strange?"
Grand Duke Constantine laughed loudly again, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Osika, you are so bad... Stop making fun of our poor general, you see, everyone is getting restless!"
Mark was indeed restless, but that would be the case for anyone. Having been with Menshikov for so many years, he had long been familiar with matters in the court, and was no stranger to the royal family at all. Grand Duke Constantine
What kind of human nature is he still not aware of?
Although this little fat man usually looks gentle, peaceful, virtuous and progressive, in his heart he is unruly and unyielding. He has the same origin as his little-bellied father, and is even more hypocritical and cunning.
"Your Highness, I... please listen to my explanation... I really..."
Grand Duke Constantine didn't listen to his explanation at all. He waved his hand domineeringly and said: "I have no interest in the nonsense you are talking about. Even if you talk about it, it is meaningless!"
These words gave Mark a chill. He subconsciously thought that he might need a leash today. He was so anxious that tears filled his eyes. He regretted it endlessly. He kept cursing Menshikov in his heart: "You eggless old thing."
, I was killed by you, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"
Just when he was most worried and scared and almost wet his pants or knelt down to beg for mercy, Grand Duke Constantine suddenly snorted: "I remember those things in the past very clearly. Of course, as you said, you were also under orders.
When doing things... you are not the culprit, at most you are an accomplice..."
"And now, it wouldn't be much fun for me to settle old scores with you, and it wouldn't be much fun to beat up a drowned dog. After all, Menshikov is the leader."
Mark felt a little relieved and thanked him hurriedly. His words of thanks kept flowing like a torrent of water.
However, Grand Duke Constantine didn't buy it and snorted coldly: "These nonsense are meaningless to me. It's very simple to let me let you go..."