Struggle in Russia

"This bastard is really shameless!"

After the embarrassing and difficult military parade and inspection finally ended, Mikhail Gorchakov categorically rejected Mark Mikheevich's invitation to attend the dinner, and walked away with a cold face. The guy blows his beard and stares angrily.

"That's right, this duke doesn't understand any rules, and his arrogance is suffocating!"

"That's not true. If you want me to say that it's fortunate that he refused to come, if I keep looking at his face, I won't be able to eat anything!"

Following Mark Mikhejevic's complaint, the younger brother beside him naturally echoed with waving flags, in order to make his boss smile happily.

But, Mark Mikheevich really couldn't laugh, the reason is very simple-is Mikhail Gorchakov an ordinary general?

This is the boss of future military operations in the Black Sea region, and his influence in the army is at the level of Lazarev. There is already a Lazarev who dislikes him. If Mikhail Gorchakov also dislikes him, then Mark Mikheevich really doesn't have to mess around.

"Shut up!"

Mark Mikheevich frowned and snorted coldly, and taught in a very unhappy manner: "Your Excellency, you can also make irresponsible remarks! Pass my order, let all brigades do a good job in training, strive for Show your best performance in the military parade before the war, and make sure to satisfy the Duke!"

"Also, inform Mikhail and ask him to find a way to contact the businessman and make some food for the scene. The next time His Excellency the Duke inspects, he must not be so embarrassing again!"

Mark Mikjevic's subordinates looked at each other in dismay. They could understand these two orders, but they couldn't understand them. Prince Mikhail Gorchakov just had a bad face and didn't say much, at least he didn't say clearly that he would strengthen training and track down the empty warehouse, so why do these useless efforts?

"Idiot!" Mark Mikheevich was surprisingly angry. "It's one thing for people to say nothing, but it's another thing for you to do it. Let me tell you, immediately follow my orders. If you can't do it well, I'll dismiss anyone!"

It should be said that Mark Mikheevich still has a bit of a brain, knowing that Mikhail Gorchakov is already surprisingly dissatisfied. If he doesn't correct his attitude immediately, he may really quit immediately.

Because just as he was convening a dogleg meeting, Mikhail Gorchakov was also instructing his adjutant: "You guys go to the brigades of the naval infantry for a few days to see what's going on. What a mess! If this Marc shows no sign of repentance,

Then this guy really can't stay! "

Mikhail Gorchakov has already made up his mind. If Mark continues to be stubborn, he will try to offend Menshikov and let this idiot go.

"Where is Mikhail Petrovich?"

After meeting Mark Mikheevich, Mikhail Gorchakov really admired Lazarev a little bit, the old man is really not easy, working with an idiot like Mark How did this old man not be pissed off by this idiot.

Anyway, after this brief contact today, Mikhail Gorchakov was very angry. He felt that it was necessary to ask the old man what he had learned or if there was any panacea. Ya and the Moldavians, but was pissed off by the idiot Mark.

"Secret? No,"

Lazarev answered Mikhail Gorchakov's question with a smile on his face. He looked relaxed and comfortable. Compared with the frosty Mikhail Gorchakov One in heaven and one in hell.

"I just told myself that this idiot was sent by the big idiot of the Secretary of the Navy. Isn't there a little idiot in the big idiot's family... What's more, dealing with the big idiot is even more annoying, and the little idiot's actions are nothing !Ha ha."

Mikhail Gorchakov looked at Lazarev, who was smiling happily, and knew that the other party was joking, but the joke was not groundless. He knew what level Menshikov was and what his character was, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a big idiot... Maybe the way to work with an idiot is to deal with another even stupider idiot.

Mikhail Gorchakov sighed, and said with a wry smile: "You are really cheerful, and you can still have fun... I saw the situation of the naval infantry today, don't laugh, I can hardly cry Out!"

Lazarev replied: "I'm sorry, Duke, the only thing I can do these years is to keep the fleet basically normal. The naval infantry is really unable to do it..."

"I see," Mikhail Gorchakov sighed, and said, "But the big battle is imminent, and the navy is not the key for the time being. How can you let me lead this gang of mobs to fight!"

"Well, the only thing I can tell you is that the naval infantry on Sevastopol's side is hopeless, and Kornilov's side is doing better. I suggest that you rely more on the troops there... "

[Old fox! 】

Mikhail Gorchakov slandered in his heart, how could he not know the relationship between Kornilov and Lazarev, Lazarev told him clearly: "If you want to get out If you are in a difficult situation, then give my students more chances to be awarded for meritorious service, otherwise I will be helpless!"

But the problem is that Mikhail Gorchakov really can't completely rely on Kornilov. After all, Wallachia and Moldavia are military operations that divide the cake, although he grabbed the position of commander-in-chief , but you must never eat alone as a family, you must always give a little face to the big bosses in all aspects, and help their descendants and students along the way. Naturally, Kornilov cannot be allowed to stand out. Otherwise, it is to offend people and there is no way to explain it.

After continuing to test Lazarev for a few words, the old man tactfully fooled him. Anyway, if Mikhail Gorchakov did not give the old man enough benefits, the old man would not help him solve difficult problems. Trouble, at least he won't foolishly pick a chestnut out of the fire and deal with Mark Mikheevich.

Anyway, after Lazarev left, Mikhail Gorchakov's head hurt even more. He found that the Black Sea Fleet was really a big trouble, and there were both old monsters and big fools. This is not a trick. Are you making trouble with him?

Squeezing his forehead, he ordered in a bit of frustration: "It seems that I have to contact the old guy Alexei Petrovich to help solve the trouble..."