In Moscow, citizens usually drink in pubs on the streets, but now with the Moscow government's material control, drinks and other things are becoming more and more expensive and scarce.
Even kvass is being expropriated, which is really getting more and more troublesome, and the people are becoming more and more dissatisfied, but no matter how dissatisfied they are, no one dares to make a fuss.
Only a small number of pubs can still guarantee the supply of these things, such as the one where Domhnall and Dill drink, but the prices are relatively expensive, but in many places, you can't buy them even if you have money.
However, in some dark places in Moscow, you can still buy cheap drinks and kvass. These places are called underground taverns, because their items are smuggled in and cannot be detected by the government.
Regarding these underground taverns, Moskovitch chose to turn a blind eye. Witcher knew very well that the people needed these things, and everyone did not like those Greeks who were shouting and drinking, so they did not tell the news.
Report to above.
And since the grassroots refused to report these things, then the higher-ups naturally knew nothing, and Leo was very busy with work and had no energy to investigate such things.
The most important thing is that everyone knows that this is just a special product of the current special period. When the war ends and the supply of materials is restored, these will naturally disappear, so as long as they are concealed now, there will be no sequelae.
As a result, these underground taverns quickly became the most lively places in Moscow at night. They are usually hidden in residential areas, which is a place where Greeks will not go at all.
At the same time, due to their inherent concealment, they have also become places where shady transactions and conversations gather.
Entering these places is like a spies' joint, with visitors mysteriously knocking on unmarked doors like thieves before entering the underground tavern.
The layout of these pubs is often very simple, with a bar and dozens of tables and chairs, where drinkers sit and enjoy their low-priced drinks.
However, most people buy wine or kvass here to take away. After all, such a place is too mixed for some people, so they might as well buy something and go home to enjoy it.
Such a tavern has no windows, so the air is always turbid, and the smell of inferior alcohol and sweat is always permeated here. Occasionally there is the smell of blood, which is what the fighting drunkards left behind, but the smell left behind
People here don't care, just let them drink and socialize.
"I heard that the Greeks are going to send us to collect taxes again. It is said that this time it will be in the south."
"What, those guys are not done yet! The folks are suffering so much. I didn't join the army to oppress my fellow villagers, but the Greeks make us do such things every day."
"Those Greeks are really endless. They are so greedy. I don't see where the front line needs so much food. It's obviously Leo who is taking this opportunity to make money!"
"Yes! That's what I think. There have been so many Greeks in the government recently. That bastard Leo must be making money for his fellow countrymen. That bastard deserves to die! No wonder he was driven north."
"I heard that the Christian Greek metropolitans in the south are also like this. They come to the north just to make money. After making money, they try their best to leave Russia, and then they ignore the church's affairs."
"Ha, those Greeks looked down on us so much. I still remember the way they looked at us as rubbish. Ha, I wish I could stick a spear into that guy's eye!"
"Why did the prince find so many Greeks? I am almost bored to death listening to their accents while doing business."
A group of soldiers wearing armed uniforms and pointed helmets placed on the table or at their feet angrily criticized Leo, the current ruler of Moscow. There were quite a few of them, reaching more than twenty people.
If you put it outside, this is a dangerous word. If you don't do it well, you will be caught and punished.
But no one cares about these words here. The business here is to oppose Leo and the Greeks. It can be said that everyone is very dissatisfied with Leo.
What's more, there are many people with ulterior motives among them, or in other words, this underground tavern is opened by a few people with ulterior motives.
On the other side, a Russian man dressed as an officer was chatting with a man dressed as a peasant. No matter how noisy they were, they could not stop their conversation.
"Start a week early? Isn't this too hasty? Moreover, I have not yet achieved full control of the Rostov camp, and there are still people who obey that guy Yu Dier."
The Russian dressed as an officer also had a pointed helmet and an armor. The only difference between him and ordinary soldiers was that there were many carvings on the pointed helmet. From the appearance of the carvings, we could tell that he was a centurion.
There was hesitation in his tone. He was very uneasy about this sudden fame. After all, the plan was suddenly advanced. Even a thoughtful person would feel this way.
"Those people don't matter anymore. Miliya, my friend, we must move quickly. The order comes from the Veles Valley. Not only us, but the dark ones in the entire land behind the forest have been mobilized. The armies of the gods have been mobilized.
Start taking action. Moreover, haven't you already brought all your key members? I have also brought others. Isn't tonight the moment of mobilization? Everyone needs you to say a few words."
"And the commando team has arrived outside the city. Miliya, please put aside the last worries in your heart."
The man dressed as a farmer said in a low voice, and his words were clear and organized, not like what a farmer would say at all, so it was obvious that this was just a disguise.
"Really? Has it all started? Then there is really nothing to hesitate about."
The words of the "peasant" broke the centurion's last worries, and the man named Melia felt relieved in his words.
Being a lurker lurking in the enemy's core for a long time is also a huge pressure for him. Now that it is finally coming to an end, how can he not let him breathe a sigh of relief.
And just when Miliya felt relieved, the waiters in the tavern began to drive away all the irrelevant customers, leaving only those who were closely related to the conspiracy.
They include soldiers, businessmen, citizens, and farmers. The pagans who have lurked in Moscow in the past few years are all here, and they all have some influence on Moscow society.
As the door of the tavern was closed, Milia climbed onto the bar, and everyone's attention was attracted. Everyone looked at the centurion.
"Everyone, our patience is finally coming to an end! Tonight is the day of action. Everyone, those damn Christians will be punished. This is the will of the gods, and we will be the tools for the gods to complete their will!
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Milia's words were full of contagion, and they completely spoke to the hearts of everyone present, which caused a burst of cheers in the tavern.
Miliya's identity was very important among the pagans in Moscow, because he was the one who climbed to the highest position among them, so he naturally became the leader of the people, and everyone looked up to him.
This cheer was heard by the Vicher militiamen on night patrol, but he just pretended not to see it. It was normal to yell like crazy in the tavern in the middle of the night, completely unaware that a big conspiracy was brewing under their feet, a big conspiracy to change Moscow.
"Next, let us act according to the established plan. Everyone should go to their positions and complete their tasks according to the pre-arranged arrangements. Remember, do not try to incite the people in this city. The only people we can rely on are our people.
, concentrate on completing your own tasks and never create extraneous matters."
Miliya was giving his final instructions. Now his heart was full of tension, and so was everyone. The plan that had been planned for many years was finally about to begin. How could everyone not be nervous?
Despite being nervous, everyone's hearts were full of excitement. As long as they completed this attack, all their efforts would be worth it, and the bright and free past would return again.