"There are more and more merchant ships from America!" Deng Nici is somewhat disappointed because the Admiralty strictly forbids attacking neutral ships, especially merchant ships flying the American flag, but it can be intercepted and searched if conditions permit, and once the existing embargoed goods can be detained.
"Search such a big American freighter and detain it?" Deng Nici is even more amused at the thought of this. Once a submarine captain really did this on a dark and windy night, but it almost became a prisoner ―― the merchant ship with the American flag turned out to be a British troop carrier. There was a whole regiment of Indian soldiers behind the captain’s ship watching him. I don’t know whether the British officers who stayed in India had never seen the German submarine soldiers or the German flag of the submarine. They greeted each other in English very gentlemanly. The captain also talked nonsense with them in English, and then returned to the boat safely. He told the British people that they were selling sheep’s heads.
Looking at a dead leaf falling on the water, Deng Nici mused, "Autumn! I don’t know how long the British can support it. I really hope to touch a big fish! "
Young Lieutenant Stephen is still recovering in the hospital. Although he won a iron cross 1st class medal, he is still worried about the disability of his right leg. Fortunately, the arrival of Cupid made the handsome knight fall in love on the first day he entered the hospital, and he has been recovering with peace of mind ever since.
"Mr. Stephen, your injury looks much better. I think you will be discharged soon!" Sweet sounds to make this knight who is afraid in the battlefield look excited and nervous.
"Ah … er … so it’s Miss Allen. Hello!" Stephen couldn’t help but take a few more glances when the lovely nurse helped him untie the gauze.
"Is it nice?" Allen suddenly smiled and said, it’s a good thing her eyes are still on the lieutenant’s wound, otherwise she would have seen this shy guy’s red face.
"I heard that you are going to be a pilot after your injury?" Allen asked him that his wound had healed while the cotton ball gently helped him clean it. Unfortunately, the injury of bones and muscles will make the young man limp from now on.
"Well, yes! This is what the Prince of East Prussia personally told me. You see, he also sent me a pilot’s manual. I have gradually become fascinated by this flying thing. It must feel good to fly! " Stephen excitedly picked up a small book next to the pillow. As soon as he forgot the unhappiness caused by disability, this leg became his biggest concern every time he wanted to confess to Allen.
"How nice! I wish I had a chance to try flying in the sky! " Allen quickly bandaged Stephen and then packed up and prepared to go to a bed.
"There will be a chance, I promise!" What else did Stephen want to say? He paused again.
"You are a hero, and you are worried that no one will look down on you as a knight!" Allen left with a smile on his face, and Stephen turned to look at the scenery outside the window with a happy face.
"Autumn! I should be able to fly soon! "
Young Baron Manfred leaned against the window. Although his arm was still wrapped in thick gauze, his heart had already flown to the sky.
Chapter 41 The storm is coming
In a warehouse area on the outskirts of Moscow, many workers were busy until late at night, and the scene was deserted during the day, which formed a huge contrast.
On the roof, at the exit and even in the Woods around the reservoir area, many people armed with weapons and dressed as workers are on guard. Outside one of the cabins, there are more than a dozen guys carrying rifles looking around warily.
There are four people sitting at a small square table in the cabin. Behind each person, there are two secret and bodyguard figures with their backs to the door. One seems to be the owner’s sparse head and has shown a "Mediterranean" tendency. His thin face and sharp eyes make him look bright. He is wearing a very ordinary suit. On the right hand side is a worker’s head. The middle-aged man is not tall, but his muscles are very strong. This may be the result of long-term and high-intensity work. On the left is a mysterious-looking figure in a large black trench coat with a black hat in front. Although the weather is getting colder, his dress still makes people feel a little awkward. Sitting opposite the gate is a Russian military officer, a young Russian infantry major, and behind him are two guards with short guns.
"Then let’s do it!" Quasi-"Mediterranean" took a look at everyone’s faces without much expression. "Comrade Christof, please introduce a situation first!"
The officer opposite nodded and said in a low and hoarse voice, "The czar lost about two million troops in the nearly two months since the war!"
The words just stopped and the worker’s head looked surprised. "Mediterranean" silently put Ba on his fist, and the black man’s face showed a smirk.
After a pause for a few seconds, the officer continued, "It is true that we lost two million compatriots, most of whom were killed and captured in the German-Austrian military battle. I don’t have specific data, but at least four million soldiers are in the German prison camp, and the Austrians are holding about thirty thousand. A considerable number of people have deserted and are avoiding the pursuit of the czar government!"
"I think Mr. Baird will have more powerful information about this!" "Mediterranean" say please black dress person speak black dress person slightly thinking for a while some stiff Russian said.
"yes! There are a large number of Russian soldiers in German prison camps. As far as I know, the Tsar lost two regiments in the battle of East Prussia, totaling 420,000 troops, of which 150,000 were captured and the Northwest Regiment was completely destroyed. In several large-scale battles near Biavistock, the czar lost a regiment and a large number of guards, which meant that he lost 400,000 ordinary troops and 100,000 guards, of whom 140,000 were sent to German prison camps. In the battle of Warsaw in Lodz a few days ago, the German-Austrian Coalition forces even annihilated and captured 600,000 Russian Tsar’s Southwest Regiment, which lost most of its fighting capacity. They and the guards who retreated from Biavistok have now merged into Tusk. The specific strength is ominous, but I think the Tsar is still sending more troops there! "
The man in black took a look at the Russian officer, and his expression indicated that he acquiesced in the information, so he continued to speak for himself.
"According to the information, the Tsar has mobilized nearly 600,000 troops, which is the limit that Russia can bear in the short term. He has deployed nearly 100,000 people in Skopje, Belarus, 300,000 people in Ukraine, 500,000 people in the Caucasus and the Black Sea, and 600,000 people and 120,000 recruits in Asia. Therefore, the garrison forces in various places are already very weak, especially the Moscow defense forces are less than half before the war!"
"Well, very good! Thank our German friends for bringing us information! Mr. Baird also brought us 5,000 rifles, 20 machine guns and 100,000 bullets today! " "Mediterranean" nodded slightly to thank the men in black, while the leaders and officers of the workers seemed indifferent.
"Comrade Lenin, it’s very kind of you! This is what we should do! " The man in black also leaned slightly. "There are about 100,000 Russian prisoners who are receiving political education from your party, and they will surely be able to go to your revolution in the near future!"
It turns out that this Mediterranean means that Lenin’s head is really showing along the historical law …
"Thank you very much for your help! I hope our friendship can last! " Lenin then turned to the head of the workers. "So, Comrade Todovich, what about your workers’ armed situation?"
"Very well, everything is in active preparation! In Moscow, we have 600,000 workers who can take part in revolutionary battles! The only thing we lack is weapons. Most workers still have hammers and wrenches in their hands! " As he spoke, the head of the worker waved his fist as big as a casserole. "Now our trade unions all over the country are ready to fight. If only we could get more than 100 thousand rifles!"
"Mediterranean" looked serious and supported the table with both hands. "Well, this is a problem! We can’t let comrades fight the czar soldiers with hammers! Comrade Christof, can you still get some rifles there? "
It is difficult for the officer to shake his head. "There is no rifle in the warehouse!"
"Arsenal comrades can’t get some weapons?" "Mediterranean" turned to the head of the workers again
"I’m afraid not. Every time a gun or a bullet is produced in the factory, the army will rush to transport them away!" The worker’s head is even more resistant. His fist has been hammered on the table several times.
"So, Mr. Bold?"
"Now it is difficult to transport weapons from Germany or Turkey. The Russian government and army have already collected railway kilometers, and the transportation situation is also very bad! We can guarantee to bring so many weapons today every month! "
"all right! Even if we don’t have enough weapons, we still have persistent belief in revolution and truth! The tsar and his army are paper tigers. Don’t worry! " Although there are not enough weapons, "Mediterranean" still looks very confident.
"That’s right! We have shown a large number of support for revolutionary comrades in the Tsar army, and the Tsar government has nothing to fear! " The Russian officer also stood up confidently, his fists clenched on his chest.
"Comrade Christof, according to the present situation, how many garrison troops in Moscow will revolt during the revolution? I nee a more reliable number! " "Mediterranean" sat back in the chair with satisfaction and continued to do the thinker posture.
"After years of active work, I’m sure at least one battalion of soldiers will be in the revolutionary camp!"