Struggle in Russia

Mark Mikheevich was furious, he couldn't control that much anymore, he just wanted to crush the two annoying guys in front of him to death. Even if he couldn't really crush him to death, he still had to humiliate him. Of course, the most important thing was to grab his brother and other important witnesses.

Anyway, he was ready to go all out, and felt that since it was inevitable to fight against Lazarev, he would simply go all out and tear up, destroying the evidence first, and then even if there is a lawsuit, he can also shirk it.

Mark Mikheevich's idea is very good, but his IQ is really not enough, because why did Kornilov and Balyakov come to Sevastopol without any preparation? ?

They also knew that the crazy Mark Mikheevich was very dangerous, so they naturally brought enough protection to ensure nothing would happen. At least when Mark Mikheevich led people around, a row of soldiers with live ammunition among the ships on the pier soon stood up and slapped them in the face!

"You...you...what are you going to do!"

Mark Mikheevich, who failed to slap his face, was taken aback by the crowd of soldiers. He estimated that one or two hundred people would be enough to rob people. Who would have thought that the other party would prepare two battalions with nearly a thousand soldiers? Surrounding him and his men and horses, the muzzle and bayonet of the black hole have been aimed at his head.

Immediately, this guy broke out in a cold sweat, and even his legs trembled a little.

"Do you want to mutiny!"

It’s just that it’s always been Mark Mikheevich’s housekeeping skills for the villains to sue first. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately took a hat off. I filed a complaint in front of the world, and Kornilov and Balyakov died of nausea.

"We should be the ones asking you that!" Kornilov teased jokingly, "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, you led people to stop the gendarmes from colliding with the gendarmes, with the intention of robbing the criminals. What is your intention?"

"I... this is an armed drill!" Mark Mikjevic said stiffly, "If it's you, what crime should you have to mobilize troops without the order of the fleet!"

"Who said we didn't have an order!" Balyakov smiled, took out a document from his pocket and shook it: "It's clearly written in black and white that these soldiers are used to escort important prisoners. Why, Your Excellency General, you have an opinion!"

Mark Mikheevich didn't expect that the other party even went through the formalities properly, so he was naturally even more angry, and he said nonsense, "Who issued this order, why don't I know! I suspect that you forged official documents..."

But the voice did not fall,

Lazarev's thick voice came from behind him: "I issued this order myself. Why, do you think there is a problem? Or do you need your approval for any order of mine?"

Mark Mikheevich turned his head away with difficulty. Lazarev's old face made his face even uglier. He knew that there was no drama today, and this scene was simply a trap. Zarev, an old man, came here to see his jokes and slap him in the face!

"You guys won today, but don't be too complacent!" Mark Mikheevich stared at Lazarev like a jackal and said viciously: "Let's ride a donkey to read the libretto and wait and see. There is absolutely no end to it!"

After all, this guy was about to fling his sleeves and leave, but Baryakov stopped him directly: "Your Excellency, today's business is indeed endless, you should first explain clearly to our Military Law Department what you brought. What's going on with these soldiers, and how should you explain your attempt to snatch the prisoners just now!"

Mark Mikheevich's eyes were wide open. He didn't expect Balyakov to be waiting for him here, and he said angrily, "I brought these people here. They are carrying out my orders. What's the problem! Besides, which eye of yours saw my people robbing prisoners, I told you, this is a military training!"

But Baryakov asked calmly: "You brought it, have you filed it with the Fleet Command? Is it a military training? It's not up to you to say it like that!"

Mark Mikheevich's face turned green. He has a ghost record, because he is used to domineering and domineering. He has long regarded Sevastopol's naval infantry as his own servant, and he can do whatever he wants .

It may be that Lazarev did not intend to turn against him before, so he didn't care much about it, but now that he has decided to tear him apart, how can he be polite to him.

"If you can't produce the relevant documents, then your soldiers and you must come with me! I believe that we will find out the truth of the matter at the Military Law Office!"

Now Mark Mikheevich is surprisingly angry, because he finally understands that this is indeed a trap, a trap specially prepared for him. As long as he steps in, the Military Law Department has the power to open a case for investigation and even arrest him. This is simply to put him in a pot!

"You bastards, bastards!" Mark Mikheevich jumped to his feet, pointed at Baryakov's nose and cursed: "I am the deputy commander of the fleet, and you have no right to arrest me!"

The one who came out to slap his face was still Lazarev, who didn't speak much. The old man interrupted coldly: "He didn't, but I did. As the commander of the fleet, Lieutenant General Mark Mikheevich, I order you Immediately stop all work and accept the investigation of the Military Justice Department!"

"you you you!"

Mark Mikheevich pointed at Lazarev again and again, his face turned green with anger, and at this moment he was still trying to die, and he yelled loudly:

"You old bastard! And you two bastards, how dare you insult me! Let me tell you, I must settle this account with you today! Prince Menshikov will never spare you...You give me Wait... I will write to the Prince, I will complain to His Majesty..."

It's just that his ghostly cries and howls were ignored at all, and this stupid and greedy guy was taken away soon. The Sevastopol officers who had long been disgusted with his various evil deeds all applauded.

Lazarev slapped his hands and told Kornilov and Baryakov: "Although you have done a good job in capturing the thief first, you have just begun, and you must complete it as quickly as possible. For the interrogation of these scumbags, we must pay special attention to the fixed evidence. These are the ammunition for our future lawsuits in front of the imperial court. The more we prepare, the better! It’s like the warehouse of the naval infantry, it’s time for you to check it out!”