In Siberia, on the upper reaches of the Tunguska River, there is an unnamed small village. ◎Smart children, remember the super-fast hand-typing update.◎
In other words, there once was an unknown small village, which is now requisitioned by the Russian Imperial Army and used as a troop gathering place. Although he had many domestic problems, Nicholas II still mobilized the already insufficient Cossack troops.
Send reinforcements to the border area with Red Russia.
Grishka is an ordinary Cossack in the Upper Don River District. He is seventeen years old this year. Like most Cossack boys, he began to participate in military training during the annual slack season when he was very young, so he did odd jobs such as standing guard
, he is basically used to it.
But he was not used to the cold Siberian winter.
"It's so cold." Grishka put the rifle upside down in the snow and did a few squats on the spot to try to warm up a little.
"That's right." His good friend Alexei adopted another way to keep out the cold: turning up his collar and huddled together, but this method obviously had no effect, so he shook like a swing.
Stop: "Is the fire not as strong as before? Grisha (Grishka's nickname), go and get some more firewood."
"No," Grishka refused decisively, "The chief of staff will definitely scold me, if you want to go, you can go."
Alexei frowned and did not move in the end. It seemed that the broken voice of the chief of staff was indeed more depressing than the biting cold wind.
Then the two of them looked at the half-dead bonfire in front of them in silence for a long time with a tacit understanding.
Finally, Alexey couldn't help but speak: "Grisha, don't you think it's strange? What I'm thinking about now is not the stove and quilt that I need most urgently, but my women."
"Ah" Grishka smiled, "Me too, it's so strange, thinking about women seems to make me feel a lot warmer."
"Yes, that's right, those beautiful breasts and beautiful legs are so hot, and you can't even feel the cold when doing it. Grishka, do you remember old Sergei's granddaughter?"
"Is she the beautiful girl from Veschensk who went to Moscow to study at a girls' vocational school?" Grishka recalled. She vaguely remembered that she was a beauty with a bright smile and wavy long brown hair, but Grishka
Her appearance was quite vague in his memory. After all, he was quite self-aware. He didn't have any particular thoughts about a lady from a wealthy family like old Sergei.
"Yes, that's her. She and I just rolled across the snow."
The gun Grishka had just picked up fell to the ground again, and the spear thrust down almost pierced his feet.
After reacting, he quickly grasped the gun that was about to fall, and then pushed Alexey.
"Just brag. You and she were rolling in the snow? Why didn't you say you were rolling in a frying pan?"
"It's true." Alexey curled his lips. "Don't believe it. That girl has a birthmark on her breasts. You can't even see it unless you take off her clothes. I know it very well."
"How do I know if you are just bragging? Is it possible that I immediately find a locomotive and ride back to old Sergei and say, 'Hey, let me see your granddaughter's breasts and I want to confirm if there are any birthmarks on them.'"
"Forget it if you don't believe it. Anyway, I got her. Our first date was at the water mill outside the village of Veschensk. The sound of the water mill turning was just enough to cover up her screams. From then on, we kept talking.
We met there, and we had to do it every time we met. Then it snowed heavily the day before we got in the car and set off. But we still met there. I said to her: "It's better to forget about the weather. It's weird to take off your clothes."
"It's cold." Guess what she said, she said, "Alyosha, I'm scared. I always feel that you won't come back once you leave, so please do it with me. Let me feel at ease." Look, what can I do?"
"And you did it in the snow?"
"Yes, I didn't take off my clothes originally. But I ran away with my clothes on! We rolled naked in the snow, and the snow was not cold at all. Grisha, let me tell you, Tony
Ya is really a good woman?"
"Who is Tonya?"
"She's Sergei's granddaughter, you idiot! Anyway, she is a good woman. When this war is over, I will marry her when I return to my hometown."
Grishka looked at his best friend's face dubiously, and finally decided not to question the authenticity of this passage, but instead tried to undermine Alexei's enthusiasm in other ways.
"Old Sergey is a wealthy man from Veshensk. I heard that he had long wanted to marry his granddaughter to a declining nobleman. It was for this reason that he sent her to Moscow to study."
"Yeah, I thought it was impossible for Tonya and I to be together before, but it's different now..." As he spoke, Alexei mysteriously took out a crumpled piece of paper from his coat and unfolded it.
Show it to Grishka.
Grishka only glanced at the title printed on the paper, and her expression changed drastically.
"Are you crazy? If the Secretary of State discovers this Bolshevik propaganda leaflet, you will be beaten with a military stick!"
"Shh!" Alexei raised his index finger and pressed his lips, "Keep your voice down!"
He looked back in the direction of the village, and then continued: "Grisha, I think they are right. His Majesty the Tsar is about to abdicate, and Russia is finished. From now on, the world will be dominated by the Soviets. We can get there as soon as possible.
The benefits will be even greater. Moreover, after the Bolsheviks succeed, there will be no more aristocratic masters, and Tonya and I will be able to be together legitimately. Grisha, when the snow is not so heavy, escape with me!"
Grishka pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
Seeing him like this, Alexei became more and more acquainted. He pulled Grishka's clothes and kept asking: "Don't you want to report me? Grisha, Grishka! You will not betray me."
Is it right?"
Finally, Grishka sighed: "No, I won't. But I won't follow you either. I heard that the Bolsheviks' policy is to divide the fields. When they take power, they will definitely divide my family's fields.
Give it to the barefoot men (the Cossacks’ derogatory term for non-Cossacks).”
There was obvious disappointment in Alexey's eyes, which made Grishka feel - very hurt.
At this moment, strange noises coming from the falling snow attracted the attention of both of them.
The two looked at each other, and then they unanimously raised their rifles and pointed them in the direction of the strange noise, and shouted together: "Who is it!"
"We found you!"
"If you don't come out, we'll shoot!"
At first, the only response to the two of them was the howling wind. Just as their hearts were in their throats, someone on the other side of the wind and snow said: "The Third Amur Division's baggage team is here to bring you supplies."
"Ah, supplies, I like it. Do you have any vodka?" Alexei put down his gun without any doubt and was about to walk in the direction of the sound, but was stopped by Grish.
"Something's wrong. There's no sign of shortage of supplies in the regiment. How could a supply team come in this weather?"
When Alexey heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, there is something fishy."
As he spoke, he picked up the gun again and pulled the bolt to make a loud sound.
"Don't play tricks on me, put your hands on your head and walk over slowly!"
Echoing Alexei's voice, the two men heard footsteps in the direction where their guns were pointed.
Immediately afterwards, their eyes widened at the same time, because they saw a naked beauty walking through the wind and snow in front of them.
"This..." Alexey was completely stunned.
But Grishka was carefully looking at the woman - or rather the girl.
"There seems to be writing underneath the number on her chest..."
"That's not important!" Alexey yelled at Grishka. "What's important is why such a beautiful-skinned lady appears here and now, and why she's not wearing any clothes!"
At this moment, the device on the bare-butt beauty's neck buzzed, and then the green liquid in the small bottle mounted on the device began to decrease rapidly - it seemed that the liquid was injected into the girl's neck.
inside.
Almost at the same time, someone screamed in terror from behind the woman: "That thing is activated now! That bastard wants to get rid of us all!"
The next moment, the girl opened her mouth and let out a sharp, ghostly scream. The decibel level of the scream was so high that her vocal cords were overwhelmed, and blood from the rupture of her vocal cords spewed out of her mouth.
Then, violent power spurted out from the girl's body, sucking everything around her into it. (To be continued...)