In a warehouse area outside Moscow, there were still many workers busy until late at night. The lively scenes formed a huge contrast with the desertedness during the day.

On the roof, at the exit, and even in the woods around the reservoir area, many people wearing weapons and dressed in workers were on guard. Outside one of the small wooden houses, there were more than a dozen guys carrying rifles looking around with a look of vigilance.

There were four people sitting on the square table in the wooden house, each with two secretary and bodyguard-like figures standing behind each other. One with the back to the door seemed to be the owner, and his sparse hair had already shown a "Mediterranean" tendency. His thin face, pointed chin and sharp eyes made him look bright. He was wearing a very ordinary suit. On the right was a middle-aged man who looked like a worker. He was not tall but his muscles were very strong. This may be the result of long-term high-intensity work. On the left was a mysterious figure, with a wide black windbreaker and a black hat in front of him. Although the weather was getting colder, his outfit still felt a little awkward. Facing the door was a Russian officer, an old Russian infantry major, and behind him were two guards with short guns.

"Then, let's start!" The quasi-"Mediterranean" glanced at everyone, and there were not many expressions on everyone's faces. "Comrade Kristov, please introduce the situation first!"

The officer opposite nodded and spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "In the nearly two months since the war began, the Tsar has lost about two million troops!"

As soon as the words were finished, the worker looked surprised, "Mediterranean" silently put his chin on his fist, and a smug smile appeared on the face of the man in black.

After a few seconds of pause, the officer continued: "Indeed, we have lost two million compatriots, most of whom were killed and captured in battle with German and Austrian troops. I have no specific data, but at least 400,000 soldiers were in the German prisoner-of-war camp, the Austrians also imprisoned about 300,000, and a considerable number of them were deserters and were evading the pursuit of the Tsarist government!"

"For this, I think Mr. Boulder will have more authoritative information!" After saying that, the "Mediterranean", the man in black asked the man in black to speak. The man in black thought for a while and said in a somewhat stiff Russian:

"Yes! There were a large number of Russian soldiers in the German prisoner-of-war camp. As far as I know, the Tsar lost two armies in the Battle of East Prussia, a total of 420,000 troops, of which 150,000 were captured, and the Northwest Army Group was completely destroyed; in several large-scale battles near Biavistok, the Tsar lost one army and a large number of guards, which meant that he had lost 400,000 ordinary troops and 100,000 guards, of which 140,000 were locked up in the German prisoner-of-war camp; in the Battle of Rhodz-Warsaw a few days ago, the German and Austrian coalitions annihilated and captured 600,000 Russian troops, and the Tsar's Southwest Army Group lost most of its combat effectiveness. They and the guards retreated from Biavistok are now gathered in Minsk. The specific strength is ominous, but I think the Tsar is still continuing to increase troops there!"

The man in black glanced at the Russian officer, and his expression said that he acknowledged the information, so he continued his speech:

"According to intelligence, the Tsar has mobilized nearly 6 million troops, which is the limit that Russia can bear in the short term. The 2 million people who have gone out have lost, he has now deployed nearly 1 million people in Minsk and Belarus, 300,000 people stayed in various fortresses and strongholds in Ukraine, 500,000 people along the Caucasus and the Black Sea coast, 600,000 people in Asia, and 1.2 million new recruits are still gathering and training in various places. Therefore, the garrison troops in various places are already very weak, especially Moscow, whose defense forces are less than half of what they were before the war!"

"Well, very good! Thank you for the information our German friends brought us! Mr. Boulder also brought us five thousand rifles, twenty machine guns and one hundred thousand bullets today!" The "Mediterranean" said, nodding slightly to the man in black to express his gratitude, while the workers and officers seemed more indifferent.

"Comrade Lenin, you are so polite! This is what we should do!" The man in black also owed slightly, "Also, there are about 100,000 Russian prisoners currently receiving political education from your party, and I believe they will be able to use your revolution soon!"

It turns out that this Mediterranean is the legendary Lenin, and his hair is indeed developing along the laws of history...

"Indeed, thank you very much for your help! I hope our friendship lasts forever!" Lenin said and turned to the head of the workers, "Then Comrade Todovvic, how is your workers' armed situation?"

"Very good, everything is under active preparation! In Moscow, we have 600,000 workers to participate in the revolutionary battle! The only thing we lack is weapons. Most workers still have hammers and wrenches in their hands now!" The worker said while waving his big fist. "Now our unions across the country are basically ready for battle. It would be great if we gave us more than 100,000 rifles!"

"Mediterranean" stood up with a serious expression, holding the table with both hands, "Well, this is a problem! We cannot let the comrades take hammers to fight against the Tsar's soldiers! Comrade Kristov, can you get some rifles there?"

The officer shook his head in embarrassment, "There is no rifle in the warehouse!"

"Can't the comrades in the military factory get some weapons?" "The Mediterranean" turned helplessly to the head of the workers.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Every time a gun or bullet is produced in the factory, the army will rush to transport them away!" The worker was even more helpless. His fists had already hit the table several times.

"So, Mr. Bourd?"

"It is now difficult to transport weapons from Germany or Türkiye. The Russian government and military have fully requisitioned railways, and the transportation of kilometers is also very bad! We can only guarantee that we will bring so many weapons today every month!"

"Okay! Even if there are not enough weapons, we still have persistent belief in revolution and truth! The Tsar and his army are just paper tigers, so don't worry!" Although there are not enough weapons, the "Mediterranean" still seems very confident.

"That's right! We have developed a large number of comrades who support the revolution in the Tsar's army. There is nothing to be afraid of in the Tsar's government!" The Russian officer also stood up confidently, clenching his fists in front of his chest.

"Comrade Kristov, according to the current situation, how many troops in Moscow will revolt during the revolution? I need a relatively reliable number!" The "Mediterranean" sat back on the chair with satisfaction and continued to act as a thinker.

"After our active work over the years, I'm sure at least 100 battalions of soldiers would stand in the revolutionary camp!"

"Not even one-fifth of the troops in the city!" The worker was not as excited as the officer. He said without being warm or warm.

"No, Comrade Todovvic, although many soldiers do not support the revolution so firmly, they will not work hard for the Tsar!" The officer said disapprovingly, "Comrade Lenin, there are also many officers and soldiers in the navy that support the revolution, right?"

"Mediterranean" nodded, "They are in better condition than the Army. Most of the sailors on some warships have joined our party! Once we launch a revolution, they will control those warships to participate in the battle against the old army!"

"I want to know when your revolution will be ready, which is what our prince cares most!" The man in black who had been silent suddenly interrupted.

"Mediterranean" thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "So please tell your respected prince that we are preparing to launch an uprising in early November! Because according to reliable information, the Tsar plans to launch a full counterattack on the German and Austrian front in November, and his troops will be even more empty at that time!"

"Okay! I will convey this information to the prince!" The man in black stood up, stretched out his right hand and said, "It's time for me to leave, I wish you good luck!"

The "Mediterranean" continued to work with the officers and the workers studied some details, and the man in black quickly disappeared into the night with his subordinates.

It was not only these revolutionaries who were unintentional to sleep, but the several large rooms in the Tsar Palace were also brightly lit.

The Tsar stood in front of a huge battle map and pondered, while the marshals beside him looked tired.

"All the troops that can be drawn in the Far East should be transferred back to Europe to launch a large-scale counterattack against the German and Austrian troops in Poland!" The Tsar murmured, "There is also a conscript order. Continue to issue conscript orders. We need more soldiers to launch an attack! Use a sea of ​​people to engulf Germany and Austria!"

"Your Majesty..." As early as early September, Grand Duke La, who returned to Moscow due to serious illness, was talking but stopped. His tall and thin figure seemed particularly prominent in the crowd. His already thin face became pale and weaker because of illness.

"Your Majesty, we must ensure a certain size of troops in the Far East. After all, many potential enemies are still peeping there!" A white-haired marshal said softly, but his words were immediately refuted by another bearded man:

"Europe is our foundation! We should not give up fertile Poland, which is more important than the Far East! Besides, our largest competitor in the Far East, the Japanese, has already stood on our front line, and there is nothing to worry about!"

"Your Majesty, are you considering withdrawing troops from the Turkish frontline..." After getting the tacit approval of the Grand Duke, the white-haired Marshal suggested.

"Oh... Turkey! Damn Turks!" When talking about Turkey, the Tsar looked angry. In the Caucasus and Armenia, his soldiers were fighting against the most inferior Turks in his eyes, and did not take advantage of them at all. "The British and French have no way to launch an offensive against the Dardanelles. Now we can only open up the transportation lines there by ourselves! We now lack all supplies, guns, ammunition, medicines and even food!"

"Your Majesty, at least half of our newly recruited troops are not weapons now, so we sent them to the front line..." Before the Grand Duke finished speaking, he started coughing desperately, and the Tsar couldn't help but frown.

"Weapons, again, are weapons! Let them seize the guns and cannons of the Germans and Austrians and arm themselves!"

"Your Majesty, I still think we should take the defensive and launch a counterattack next spring! At that time, our recruits had already completed training and their equipment would be better than now..." Before the Grand Duke finished speaking, Tsar Nun La II walked to the side impatiently.

"No! I can't wait that long, nor can our allies wait that long! Britain and France have promised that as long as we can drag the Germans back to the Eastern Front, they will transport the necessary supplies in as much as possible!"

"But Britain and France cannot protect themselves..." The Grand Duke suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the ground.

"Grand Duke! Grand Duke!" The generals surrounded him, but fortunately the Grand Duke was just very weak and fainted.

"Send the grand duke back and cultivate well! Tell him that I will personally serve as the commander-in-chief of the army during this period, so he won't have to work hard!" The Tsar's indifference made people feel heartbroken.

After considering for a long time, the white-haired Marshal still advised: "Your Majesty, there has been recent intelligence showing that the Germans are colluding with our revolutionary party and preparing to put our country into civil unrest. Should we pay more attention? Also, the current guards in the capital seem to be insufficient..."

"Hmph! Those revolutionaries have not learned their lessons yet! It seems that we were not suppressing them three years ago!" The revolutionary party has always been a big trouble for the nunla, but now he cares more about the enemy abroad.

At this moment, an eunuch hurriedly ran to the Tsar and whispered: "Your Majesty, the Queen, please rest early..."

The Tsar looked at the pocket watch and turned to everyone and said, "Today's military meeting will end here! Everyone, go back and rest first, and we will continue to discuss tomorrow!"

Looking at the Tsar's back as he hurriedly left, the marshals shook their heads helplessly.

In Tver, northwest of Moscow, the entire city has entered a deep sleep. On a remote street, a group of black shadows are quietly touching a small three-story house. In a small room on the third floor, more than a dozen people are discussing enthusiastically under the dim light, and the table is filled with documents and brochures.

Suddenly, two shots of gunfire broke the tranquility and alerted the people in the room.

"No, the Russian dog is here! Everyone evacuates in dispersion! Be sure to protect the list in your hands!" A middle-aged bearded man was pulling out his pistol while instructing him. While everyone was cleaning up, a man's shout came from outside the door:

"Everyone jumped out of the window! There were a lot of military police coming down there!"

The bearded man was stunned and then opened the window. Outside the window was the roof of a house next to him. At this time, there were dense gunfire sounds coming from the stairs outside.

"Quick!" The bearded man sent the revolutionary party leaders and trade union leaders out of the window one by one. Several gunshots and the sound of someone falling to the ground came from outside the door. The bearded man looked at the table full of documents and shouted with despair: "There is no choice! Take action in advance!"

The door of the room was knocked open, and the bearded man just raised his pistol and a few bullets had penetrated his body.

"Quick! Don't let them run away!" a man with the appearance of a leader shouted, "Search here carefully to see if there are any important documents!"

Outside the window, the shadows disappeared one by one on the distant roof, leaving behind many leaflets and brochures that were not too late to burn.
Chapter completed!