Struggle in Russia

Alexander Vasilyevich took the guards for a walk in the fields with nothing to do. Of course, this was not because he liked walking or taking a walk. He was originally planning to go hunting. After all, staying in the camp was really meaningless.

Day after day, apart from training, I also have meetings, which is boring to me. He is a very traditional noble officer. For him, life in the military camp is definitely not what it is now. Look at Crimea, even if they are surrounded in Sevastopol, nobles like them can still sing and dance and be popular. Drink spicy food, how happy it is!

But this beautiful life in the military camp was ruthlessly ended by Dmitri. Not to mention the food and drink, it was simply pig food for the serfs, with a little bacon and white bread and butter to send them away. There is no whiskey, no vodka, and even beer that is just like water has to be supplied in limited quantities. Is this how people live?

He can understand that the current supply is tight, and the treasury may not be able to spend money to let them eat well, but this is not a problem at all!

Look at him, the majestic Earl, he has tens of thousands of hectares of farmland to his name, and more than 20,000 serfs. He is really rich if he has a house and land at home. He just plucked out a hair and fed and drank enough for the nobles of all sizes in the entire headquarters.

But it happened that Dmitri gave them a death order and they were not allowed to eat or drink, even at their own expense. This made him confused!

Why can't he even eat his own food?

It’s just that Dmitri had no interest in explaining to him. In fact, Dmitri really didn’t have to explain anything to him. As the chief of the general staff and the person in charge of the counter-insurgency mission assigned by the tsar, like Alexander Vasilyev A young colonel like Qi could be dismissed with just a wave of his hand.

In short, Alexander Vasilyevich dared not speak out his anger against Dmitri. He knew that he could not afford to offend Dmitri, but he really could not understand or accept his order, so he could only Talking behind your back and saying weird things is weird.

For example, this time he went out to "hunt", which was nominally to go out for reconnaissance. Of course, he would definitely not go out to reconnoiter the enemy's situation. Although he looked down on the rebels, it didn't mean that he didn't have a clue in his mind. Stupidly rushing to the front line!

But along the way, Ukraine's depression and desolation far exceeded his expectations. He didn't see a single deer, not a swan, not even a wild rabbit.

There is nothing in this land except white snow and withered trees. It is completely dead!

"Damn it, why isn't there even a living creature!"

Alexander Vasilyevich sat on horseback cursing and chattering. The Ukraine in his impression was not like this. When he passed by here a year ago, the mountains and fields were filled with hares, deer, and wild boars. He killed all the prey. Don't eat it sparingly.

Where have all these animals gone in just one year?

"Go and ask if there are any animals around here. Damn it, I can't go out here in vain! If I don't even bring back a hare, I will definitely be laughed at by damn Nikolai Alexandrovich. !”

Nikolai Alexandrovich was an artillery colonel and Alexander Vasilyevich's mortal enemy. The two were fellow villagers and had similar identities. One was a count and the other was a marquis. They had been comparing each other since childhood.

Whose horse is faster, who has more serfs, in short, everything has to be decided.

The last time Nikolai Alexandrovich went out for reconnaissance, he only brought three wild rabbits with him when he returned. He was severely laughed at by Alexander Vasilyevich. At that time, the former defended himself by saying: There are no animals in Ukraine, that is to say, he was able to hunt wild rabbits because of his high skill, while Alexander Vasilyevich would not have been able to hunt anything!

Originally, Alexander Vasilyevich didn't believe that he couldn't hit a rabbit in front of him, but after he actually came out, he realized that he seemed to be wrong. But the bold words have been released, and he can't be worse than that bastard!

"No! I must go beyond one, and I must get a bigger animal back!"

Alexander Vasilyevich got angry, raised his whip and whipped it hard, and the horse under his crotch led him to gallop forward in search of the distance.

His idea was simple. Since there were no animals around the camp, he should go further. He didn't believe that such a big Chernihiv couldn't find a decent animal!

Alexander Vasilyevich ran very fast. After two hours of galloping, his heart went cold. It was said that he had run nearly twenty kilometers. No matter what, he should have seen some living things, right?

But what made him puzzled and depressed was that there was still nothing. He walked through several villages along the way and asked some locals, but almost everyone told him that all the edible beasts had been eaten long ago, and there was no way. There are living things!

This drove him crazy, and he hated the mob even more. In his opinion, these mobs really deserved to die, and rebelling if they didn't obey the rules would be a capital crime. If they rebelled, they would wipe out the wild beasts in the mountains and forests, making it impossible for the gentlemen to enjoy hunting. The fun is adding insult to injury!

This was the first time that he hated the mob so much. He wanted to find a few mobs to disembowel him immediately to see if their hearts were completely black, otherwise they could be so bad and hateful!

Whoops, whoops!

Alexander Vasilyevich could feel that the horse under his crotch was tired, and he might not gain much if he kept running, which meant that if nothing unexpected happened, he would have to return empty-handed!

To be honest, he was very unconvinced. There was an evil fire in his heart that was simmering upwards, the kind that could spit fire when he opened his mouth. In short, he doesn't like anything he sees, and nothing others do can satisfy him.

Even whipping a slow-moving guard couldn't subdue his anger, so he walked angrily on the ridge of the field without a rein. ..

From a distance, you can see an ox cart slowly moving forward on the path in the distance. The cart is pulling a bucket full of dead wood. The cart is driven by an old man and a young man. The old man is wearing thin clothes. In the snowy weather, he only wears He wore a tattered cotton-padded jacket and a pair of tattered straw sandals under the linen trousers covered with pudding. His toes were covered with frostbite, some of which had ulcerated.

The little one huddled up in a ball and was wrapped in an old sheepskin. His exposed face was red from the cold, and he looked sallow and skinny like a little chicken.

Needless to say, this must be a serf father and son or grandson and grandson. On this cold day, they should not go out. It is probably too cold, so they have to go out and cut down some dead wood to make a fire to keep out the cold.

But these are not important at all to the angry Alexander Vasilyevich. He is in a bad mood and gets angry at everything, let alone the father and son's ox cart that cuts off the path on the field. He was stopped so hard that he immediately exploded!