Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

This virtue is still a trivial matter?

On the surface, Tsarist Russia’s military reforms are shocking.

But from the inside, the domestic infrastructure is in a mess. The railways have been laid to the west, but they are too simple. For example, there are almost no railways to the south except for Manzhouli. Zhao Chuanxin pinched them at both ends, and they were immediately confused.

Road conditions appear to have improved greatly, but again there are few roads leading to the south.

They want to establish a general staff, but it overlaps with the original similar departments. Not only will the two sides not cooperate, but they will restrict each other, just because the old department has not been abolished.

There are serious internal factional conflicts and rampant corruption. Officers' decision-making, responsibility sharing, and even promotions all rely on personal whims.

Whenever an idea pops up, implement it.

There are huge flaws in the structure of the defense industry, and even today they are unable to truly meet the equipment needs of soldiers.

Even seven years later, the Tula Military Factory can only produce 7 machine guns per month.

For example, Bolensky and his adjutant had the idea of ​​getting into the west ditch as soon as their heads moved.

His eyebrows were burning, and he was still thinking of asking for help.

When he couldn't call for help, he patted his head - he was down.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin was beaten to death. How could the Russian soldiers not be afraid when they saw that this man had no intention of giving up? So he resisted to death.

But this time it was different. They had time to breathe and their heads could think.

Zhao Chuanxin discovered for the first time that Tsarist Russia turned out to be a fat man.

These people walked in front without looking back, and no one ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the guns and ammunition on the ground, ran to the top of the mountain to hide them, and then went to bring the six cannons to the top of the mountain one by one.

After doing this, I came back and saw that the infantry did not run away, and the cavalry leading the horses did not move either.

As if he suddenly discovered a new continent, Zhao Chuanxin's heart was filled with excitement.

Zhao Chuanxin accompanied them from morning to dusk, to the Wuduhe Station of the Dongqing Railway.

This place is under the jurisdiction of Sauron's left wing. Because the site is too small and close to Hyrule, Tsarist Russia has no troops stationed.

The local Sauron people saw hundreds of Russian soldiers coming with their heads down, but they did not panic.

Because there have always been large numbers of Russian soldiers passing through the border in recent days.

It's just that this team looks a little disappointed.

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd and said: "I am Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture. You send people to find Badang'a, the general manager, and ask him to bring people to look after the prisoners. We will camp here tonight and borrow some food and grass first. In addition, we will set up camp here tonight." Bring these horses to Badang'a."

Zhao Chuanxin's name is very famous among the people of Hailar's Five Wings Banners.

The Sauron people were all astonished when they saw that Zhao Chuanxin had captured hundreds of people.

never heard of that.

In the evening, bonfires were lit everywhere and pots were buried to make rice.

Zhao Chuanxin walked through the crowd with his translator, asking a few questions from time to time.

"Where do you live? How many people are there?"

"My home is in Yilier, beside a wide river. My wife died of consumption, and the child in her belly also died. I was the only one."

"It's so miserable."

"Yes, sir. I used to grow wheat by the river. Although I was not rich, I lived a decent life. Later, I was drafted into the army. I heard that many officers were promoted from ordinary soldiers. I also wanted to try my luck. But I didn’t expect that it took me three years to build a house in Chita. Later I heard that the army was going to change, so I was transferred to Vladivostok, and after several transfers, I went to Zhalantun..."

Zhao Chuanxin listened quietly and asked him: "In the future, do you want to be promoted to an officer or do you want to farm?"

"Sir, I used to want to be an officer, but now I want to farm. Because I have no money to bribe my superiors."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "If I were given a chance to work in a mine or farm, and earn enough to support the family, would you be willing?"

"I do." The man said without hesitation.

"What if it's not on the riverside of Ilir? For example, on this side of Hyrule?"

"Then I am willing too."

“What if it’s in Abagatuy or Zabaikalsk?”

"It's all right."

The main theme is casual.

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted to ask questions.

Gradually aroused the emotions of many people.

When some people complained unconsciously, but Zhao Chuanxian was not impatient at all and did not treat them like animals like the nobles of Tsarist Russia, many people couldn't help but complain.

"Our food is terrible."

"The monthly payment is not even enough for military expenses."

"My wife and children at home are starving to death. I told the officer, and he said that I could get promoted if I gave him money, but where did I get the money?"

"One day when I was walking with my head down, I didn't see a captain passing by. As a result, I was hit so hard that my nose became crooked. It has been crooked for the past few years..."

"I was in the Centurion Corps before, and the officer punished me corporally. He said he didn't like me and made me run away. I passed out from exhaustion..."

Political Commissar Zhao listened like this all the way, and was finally surrounded by Russian soldiers. The translator who had spoken secretly had no time to translate.

Zhao Chuanxin simply sat by the fire and listened to their excited words.

In fact, I don’t understand anything.

At this time, he has the same role as a priest who listens to the confessions of the believers.

After everyone said enough, the mood gradually subsided.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his guitar.

Although Tsarist Russia is also decadent and dark, its attainments and pursuit of modern art are among the best in the world. For example, Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" from the last century is still a classic in the 21st century.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin take out the musical instrument, everyone seemed to understand something, and the sound suddenly disappeared.

The warm light from the burning firewood flickered on one side of Zhao Chuanxin's face.

The intertwined shape of firelight and shadow is sometimes Lake Baikal, sometimes the snow-capped Caucasus Mountains, and sometimes it is like the most efficacious Madonna statue of Kazan Cathedral.

Zhao Chuanxin's thick fingers moved flexibly.

"When the train entered this strange city, it was a neon light I had never seen before. I opened the letter you sent me when I said goodbye, and suddenly I felt so much longing. In a city that never sleeps in winter where I can't see snow, I heard Some are cheering and some are crying..."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice is very unique. He can increase the volume of the mid-bass, which is the effect of strong vocal cords.

Originally he only knew how to sing, until he met Li Shutong. They all talk about talent, but the only person in modern times who deserves the word "talent" may be Li Shutong.

So Zhao Chuanxin mastered the music. Not only can he play the guitar and a little piano, but he can also sing well. The vibrato and other techniques that are not yet popular at this time add a different emotional color to the song.

At first, the translator helped explain the lyrics, but later the Russian soldier roughly pushed him to shut up, and everyone was able to listen to the song quietly.

When the fingers play the last note, the remaining sound of the strings is gurgling.

The Russian soldiers applauded enthusiastically.

They also loved romance, but were never allowed to listen to opera.

Even wandering artists only go to big cities. Who goes to remote areas?

This "Butcher of the Far East" as people call him not only listens to their complaints, but also plays songs for them around the campfire.