Struggle in Russia

Colonel Gavriel Grigorievich was in a bad mood for the simple reason that Vlas's troops had been out of news for some time. This kind of situation is unique, because Frass is generally very reliable, and is generally watertight. If there is no news for so long, there is only one possibility-that is, he messed up the matter!

Before, Gavriel Grigorievich never thought about the consequences of things going wrong. At that time, all he had to do was to announce the good news to his superiors, tell those gentlemen that the matter was settled, and he should pay money and get promoted quickly.

How pleasant and wonderful it was then!

But now, Gavriel Grigorievich was as terrified as he was happy at that time, because he knew very well how powerful and difficult those rich and powerful lords were, and if they were angry and dissatisfied, there would be consequences How serious!

Anyway, Gavriel Grigorievich was terrified. For the first time, I found out how necessary it is to do more preparations beforehand, but now I really regret it.

"Is there no news about Fras?" He asked anxiously, "If such a small matter can't be handled well, what use is it for you!"

Without waiting for the dogs to reply, he continued to ask: "Did you send someone to look at the situation over there in the 748 regiment?"

Yes, the leader finally remembered belatedly, if there is no news from Frass, he can still go and see Boris' situation! If that guy is killed, it means Frass has completed the task, otherwise... otherwise, Gavriel Grigorievich can't do anything for the time being, because he never thought that Frass would Failed, because Flass was his most powerful subordinate.

"Subordinates, let's inquire now!"

Gavriel Grigoryevich sighed in his heart looking at this group of weak cowardly subordinates. He also knew that there was something wrong with his employing people. Guys willing to give money with some talking heads.

Now it seems that I still have to use a little more to get things done. These wastes really can't do anything well!

When Gavriel Grigorievich was sulking, a confidant rushed in again. He looked panicked and sweating profusely, like a headless fly.

"Captain, something happened! Something big happened!"

Gavriel Grigorievich was holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing the guy in front of him blindly talk about what happened, but he didn't say what happened, he was naturally angry. Come, go up and get kicked over, angrily said:

"What the hell is going on! Tell me!"

The guy quickly replied: "I just saw Fraser's people being sent to the military headquarters in a prison van.

Judging by their dejected looks, it seems... It seems that they have missed their hands! "

These words were like a bolt from the blue, and Gavriel Grigoryevich was startled to stagger. At that time, his butt limp and fell into action. The naked eye could see a layer of sweat on his forehead, his face was even paler, and his lips trembled a little, as if he had lost his soul.

"Captain! Commander!"

Gavriel Grigoryevich came to his senses after repeated calls from his confidantes who were in doubt. He stood up immediately, and then ran at full speed. , so that even a bunch of dogs can't catch up...

The Izmail City Defense Command hadn't been this lively for a long time. The dejected soldiers were bundled into long strings of sausages, and Boris personally led them to escort them to the gate of the command.

Behind them were seven or eight open carts, which were also filled with rows of wounded soldiers. The onlookers who didn't know the truth thought at first glance that the Turks were coming, and the border guards had fled back after a disastrous defeat.

Anyway, the sentinels at the command gate thought so at first, so they looked at Boris nervously, with a trace of fear and anxiety in their eyes, and it took a long time before someone stepped forward to ask him to understand.

"You are?"

Boris dismounted gracefully, and replied casually: "We are the 2nd Battalion Forward of the 748 Regiment, and I am Lieutenant Boris Viktorovich Krylov, Lieutenant of the Second Company Commander."

The sentinel moved his Adam's apple and swallowed. Actually, what he really wanted to ask was "Who are you? What are you doing?" Especially the last question was what he really cared about.

But, Boris, who is tall and big, has a strong sense of oppression. Anyone will be afraid when facing this kind of giant, especially Boris is still full of murderous looks. It feels like the eve of the storm.

After a long time, the sentinel mustered up the courage to ask: "You... hello, Lieutenant, please... May I ask you...what can you do?"

Boris smiled and turned around and pointed at the captives behind him with his horsewhip, saying: "The day before yesterday, a group of bandits suddenly attacked my camp at night, some of them were killed on the spot, and some of them were caught by me. I found out that it was Izmail's garrison, so I can only send them to the military headquarters for such a big matter!"

The faces of the sentinels twitched, because Boris's attitude didn't look like he was handing over to the military to deal with, but more like a door-to-door demonstration to slap his face. They couldn't help but take another look at Boris, wanting to see what kind of stupefied young man had such courage.

It's just that Boris didn't realize the consciousness of being surrounded by people. He urged impatiently: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and report! No, I'll send them to Odessa directly!"

These words were even more arrogant, and the sentinels didn't dare to say anything more. They ordered Boris to wait at the door, and hurried to report. Anyway, such a big matter has nothing to do with them small soldiers. About Brigadier General Il Mikheevich!

As for Boris, he is not in a hurry. The reason why he sends people to his door with such a big fanfare is to make a scene known to everyone. of.

It was at this time that Gavriel Grigorievich received the news and rushed to the scene. He had to confirm the authenticity of the news before he could make targeted preparations. By chance, hope it's fake.

But he only took one look, and his heart was completely cold. Because he saw Daniel on the cart with his head propped up and his eyes wandering around at a glance. He was too familiar with this little boy. This guy has been captured. What else can he say? Fras must have missed it. .

"Did you see Vlas Vlasovich?" Gavriel Grigorievich asked his confidants in a low voice.

"Captain, I didn't see it, it seems that I am not among the prisoners!"

Hearing this, Gavriel Grigorievich heaved a sigh of relief. If Vlas was also captured, it would be the end of it!