Struggle in Russia

The night in Bucharest has a unique magical beauty. Walking through the streets built in the middle world, you feel like you are in a super-large ancient castle, but there is no beautiful, kind, gentle princess waiting for you in this castle. There are only all kinds of demons, monsters, kings and dragons.

Li Xiao doesn't like European nights, it's too lonely, too deserted, too gloomy, it's as creepy as a scene in a ghost movie. He prefers the lively night sky of the Great Heavenly Dynasty, even if he goes out in the early morning, he will not be frightened.

The monotonous and boring noise of the wheels rolling on the gravel road makes people feel more and more lonely, as if only you and this carriage still exist in this world.

Looking at the sleeping and drooling Vishniak next to him, Li Xiao sighed. He really admired this good friend's ability to fall asleep anytime and anywhere. When Shcherlotov was in the stable, this guy After the sex, you can lie down on the haystack and sleep soundly. If you go out to practice in the field, you can sleep in the dark as if wrapped in a coat.

But Li Xiao couldn't sleep at all. It wasn't that he was too preoccupied, but that the means of transportation these days were too noisy and uncomfortable, making it impossible for people to sleep well. The carriage bumped like a flat boat in the wind and waves, which made Li Xiao, who was used to the comfortable high-speed rail in later generations, very uncomfortable.

Even the cheapest green leather train in the later generations is a hundred times more comfortable than this broken carriage. At this moment, he really misses the comfortable transportation tools of later generations, and a three-legged train and a farm tractor are more comfortable than this broken carriage!

Fortunately, this journey is not too far, and the distance of 50 kilometers is six or seven hours. Although six to seven hours is enough for you to travel from Pengcheng to Shuntianfu in later generations, but in this era it is also enough to get out of the city of Shuntian. And this is already considered fast. For common people in this era, transportation really depends on their legs!

Li Xiao looked at his short legs, and sighed again. Although he tried his best to eat hazelnuts, strengthen nutrition and exercise hard these days, his height is really as stable as an old dog, and the altitude is still so touching.

"It's such a sad story," he murmured self-deprecatingly.

"What sad story? Tell me?"

"Are you awake?" Li Xiao sighed again, looking at Vishniak who was looking at him curiously, and asked, "How do you manage to sleep and wake up at any time? Is there any secret?"

Vishniak laughed and said: "If you have fought in the Caucasus for several years like me, you can do it. Those annoying Persians don't care whether you want to sleep or whether you want to eat , if you want to survive, you have to adapt!"

Li Xiao was silent about it. Obviously, the process of practicing this stunt must not be so pleasant, so he cleverly changed the subject:

"The beauties in Bucharest are quite enthusiastic. Shall I take you to taste them?"

Vishniak curled his lips and said: "Your technique of changing the subject is too unfamiliar. Although that period of life was not good, it was not as bad as you thought. At least it made me a real man... "

"Also, I need your introduction to taste beauties? Cut!"

Vishniak's contempt made Li Xiao feel relaxed. The more you are in a tense and high-pressure environment, the more you need such a bad friend. They can make you temporarily forget those pressures and troubles. Although it is only temporary, it is enough good.

After a brief silence, Vishniak asked, "What do we do next?"

Li Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Tomorrow we will first visit the French Consul General Perrier and sue him for making him put some pressure on the Wallachians. After all, the benefits we gave him are not in vain. Yes, we must let him play a role."

Vishniak also laughed when he heard that: "That is,

The British Consul General can write a letter to express his dissatisfaction, and our French Consul General can also express his dissatisfaction with a speech! Anyway, dogs eat dogs, let's see who is stronger! "

Li Xiao laughed loudly and said, "Then I'm sure the English bulldog is better than the French pug!"

Immediately, Vishniak also burst out laughing, a scene of Kohon and Perrier biting each other with heads and dogs appeared in his mind for no reason. To be honest, this is too ridiculous.

"You have a lot of witty words!" Vishniak shook his head and asked again: "Since that Frenchman is not strong, should we find a way to make their strength more balanced? On the French side, of course we have to help them."

Li Xiao sighed and said, "It's not that simple. Diplomacy only depends on the strength of the country. Now, whether it is hard power or soft power, France is not as good as the United Kingdom. If we insist on a competition, the French can't take advantage of it. We All we can do is to make trouble for the British as much as possible!"

This conclusion makes Vishniak a little unhappy, because it applies to the French as well as to their polar bears. To be honest, in terms of real national strength, Russia has a bit of a psychological advantage over France in its glorious victory decades ago. When it comes to the battlefield, they really may not be able to do anything to the French.

In other words, they can't even win France, which is not strong enough, let alone the British who seem to be much stronger than France.

Thinking about it, Vishniak laughed at himself, pointed to another carriage passing by outside the window and said, "Can you believe it, I'm starting to miss St. Petersburg now, even though it's rare to see the sun in that damn place in winter , but compared to the gloom in Bucharest, I'd rather find a tavern in dark St. Petersburg and drink bad vodka, at least I don't have to intrigue with these Wallachian bastards, and I don't have to worry about them secretly doing bad things!"

"I'm starting to miss Leonid's poker face, I'm starting to miss Alexei's disgusting aristocratic reserve... My God, I just had hallucinations, thinking that Alexei was sitting in that carriage Thank you! If this continues, I wonder if I will miss the dark prison in the third part! Haha..."

Li Xiao first smiled, then rubbed his chin and seemed to think of something, he asked thoughtfully: "You said you saw Alexei in the carriage just now?"

Vishniak spread his hands and said, "Yes, the absinthe for dinner must have caused me to hallucinate! These damn Wallachians will do these ghost things..."

Li Xiao didn't think it was a hallucination, but immediately told Anton: "Run after the carriage just now, it is really possible that Alexei is in Bucharest, that is not a hallucination!"

At this time, Vishniak also remembered that Alexei's previous letter said that he would come to Bucharest. Could it be that they met by chance in the vast crowd? This is too fate!