The continuous autumn rain stopped at some point. The water droplets reluctantly left the leaves, sliding down drop by drop, splashing small splashes in the puddle, and the smaller droplets of water swayed a circle of ripples on the water surface.

Roasted wild goat legs, foie gras, beef sauce, green vegetables, potato balls, mushroom soup, Polish red wine, Chen Tian and his generals enjoyed a delicious lunch. After the lunch, everyone still tasted wine and discussed things, and the information from France and Russia filled people's minds with imagination, as if a fierce battlefield was right in front of them.

Reck pulled the last bullet casing out of the chamber with a sound of metal contact with the ground. He quickly pressed another row of bullets into the magazine and followed the other soldiers to the streets. The French barricade at the end of the street was already broken, and two damaged artillery lying obliquely under the half-broken wall, which were the masters of the street. The walls and windows of the houses on both sides were covered with bullet holes, some were machine guns and rifles from German infantry, and some were left by tanks and armored vehicles. Although the sparse and dense gunshots on the front street were still heard, at least in this street, the German soldiers could still enjoy temporary peace and peace.

The damaged tank was still lying quietly in the middle of the road. The armored vehicle burned due to the explosion was still emitting frequent smoke. The dozens of corpses in gray uniforms lying on the street were only more blue near the barricade. Rick felt a little glad. After all, he was still alive and a little nervous. Maybe he would be hit by the French in the next minute. He held the rifle in his hand tightly, and at this moment he deeply felt the glory of being a soldier and the glory of fighting!

"Comrade! What a kind name!" Sovalov looked at the eye-catching white towel on his right arm, then looked at the firm expressions of the revolutionaries next to him, holding the bullet-free rifle in his hands, from now on, he wants to fight for himself! Revolutionaries rushed from one street to another, and more and more people joined their queue. The city government has been occupied by revolutionaries, and only a few reactionary armed forces are still resisting stubbornly in the corner of the city.

By noon, the German army had already broken through the first barricade of the French army around Paris. The soldiers used their short leisure to fill biscuits and bread into their stomachs. Next, they would continue to advance until they completely occupied Paris. The Russian revolutionary struggle was taking place in various towns, and the guerrillas coming from the nearby villages soon gathered in Moscow. A powerful revolutionary team set out from there and advanced along the railway towards St. Petersburg. Outside the Tsar's palace, the workers' armed forces and the uprising troops were fighting desperately with the Tsar's guards.

The commander of the Paris defender, Gallieni, sat helplessly in a basement. The staff around him were panickedly dealing with information from all sides. Streets were lost, barricades were broken, reinforcements were still tens of kilometers away, and the atmosphere of despair filled the entire command center. Nicholas II sat alone in the study. He wanted to lead his troops to suppress the revolutionaries, but his generals told him that the revolutionary armed forces were stronger than his guards. He could only stay behind the high walls and wait quietly for the war reports coming from the front, retreating and retreating, and his guards were retreating. The reinforcements were still in Minsk, Turkey, and the Far East.

"Your Highness, the Austrian army has broken into the Russian territory!" Hoffman stood in front of Chen Tian with a telegram, "Are we going to send troops to Russia with the Austrian army?"

Chen Tian shook his head, and both Markensen and Orger cast doubtful eyes.

"Do you think the Russian Revolution will succeed?" Chen Tian seemed to answer the question irrelevantly, but his expression was serious.

"Why not?" Orger and Hoffman replied at the same time.

After thinking for a long time, Markenson gave a completely different answer: "Maybe no!"

"2 to 2, I agree with General Markonson!"

Chen Tian's answer surprised both Orger and Markens, after all, he spent a lot of effort on the Russian Revolutionary Party.

"Don't think too much, I just guessed based on my intuition! There is no real reason!" Chen Tian raised his eyebrows and made a strange expression.

"So too!" Markens looked at the table without squinting, which had nothing but a cup of coffee.

Orger and Hoffman looked at each other and found it difficult to understand.

"It is inevitable that the Tsarist government was replaced by revolutionaries!" Chen Tian said word by word, "But it does not mean now!"

Paris, light rain, the battle is in progress.

"Damn it! French 75mm field cannons! I hate them!" A row of German soldiers pressed against the edge of the wall, and the whole world was shaking violently. Although the power of the 75mm shells was not so earth-shaking, the place where they exploded was so close. The large and small stones scattered on the wall were rotating and scattering in the air, constantly hitting something, either the wall, or the steel, or the flesh and blood.

ah……

The unfortunate soldier fell to the ground wailingly, while the soldiers beside him pulled them to a safe place with flying shrapnel and splashes. Long blood stains on the ground.

"This is the case again!" Reck took deep breaths again and again, trying to calm himself down. Such a similar scene, as if time was back, or everything in the morning was just a dream, a dream that could foresee the future.

"Damn it! Take the grenade as usual!" the platoon leader shouted angrily.

After a row of grenades popped out, the platoon leader was still the first to poke his body out of the corner, and then let the soldiers around him rush into the first house at the corner one by one.

But this time he seemed to have miscalculated. The Frenchman's machine gun roared and blocked the street corner with a string of bullets. The smoke blocked the French's vision, but it could not stop the machine gun bullets. Several German soldiers had just rushed through the corner and fell to the ground screaming.

"Continue! Don't stop!" the platoon leader shouted, "As a gust!"

It was finally his turn! Reck's mind went blank, and the whole world was the sound of his heartbeat in an instant. When he rushed through the corner, he was almost tripped by his companion's corpse, and finally stumbled into the French shooting dead corner. Reck breathed in big mouthfuls, and he didn't have time to count how many bullets had just passed by him, but he was sure that Death had just passed by him.

Is it scary or exciting? Rick quickly chose the latter in his consciousness, and greeting the god of death turned out to be such an exciting thing.

"Hurry up, take action!" Rick greeted the soldiers rushing over from behind and kicked the door open. He didn't have time to think that he was more like the platoon leader or Yog, but he was indeed no longer the same as he used to be. Rare, bold, violent, and these things that did not originally belong to him came to him in an instant. Is war so wonderful?

"Guys! Let's go up! Kick those Frenchmen out of the window!" Reck was completely excited, and he couldn't control himself like a drunkard. To be precise, he was already immersed in his current role.

"What's wrong with you?" When the platoon leader rushed in, he found Orr and Yog were standing there stupidly.

"No, nothing!" Yog said as he climbed up the stairs. The crazy Rick had already been waiting for them upstairs.

"How hell! I actually lost half of the people in this damn corner!" The platoon leader cursed fiercely, while holding his beauties Ruger pistol and climbing up the stairs with the others.

"This time it's not a fucking hotel!" Rick murmured angrily, although only he could hear it. He pointed the muzzle of the rifle straight at a door.

"1...2...3!" Yogh crashed into the door, but the doors of this kind of residential room did not seem to be as solid as those of hotel rooms. Yogh flew in with the people and the door.

A figure flashed into Rick's eyes, he moved the muzzle slightly, then pulled the trigger...

Half a second later, when Orle made a shot, the French soldier in the corner was dead - Rek's shot hit him in the head, a rifle and the Frenchman's hand fell to the ground weakly.

Reck suddenly recovered from his previous state of full dedication, and faced face to face at such a close distance, and shot at the eyes to the eyes. This is a scene that cannot be forgotten for a long time. This is a completely different shock from field warfare or trench warfare.

"Hey, man! The marksman is good!" Yogh patted the dust and stood up, but Rick stood there blankly, and it took him a while to come to his senses.

"Come on! Guys!" he said softly, turning to another door alone.

Orl and Jog looked at each other with confusion and followed silently.

Moscow, sunny, battlefield cleaning.

Gunshots have gradually faded. As an important stronghold of the Russian Revolutionary Party, the hidden revolutionary forces in Moscow were so powerful that the huge waves caused by the revolution swept the whole city with a destructive force. Just after noon, the battle was over. Many streets were lying corpses, with the same faces, the same skin color and even the same military uniforms fell together. The previous battle was so cruel and fierce that everyone felt very heartbroken when recalling it. When there was no equipment and ammunition, the cavalry wielding swords were almost a nightmare for infantry. A Cossack company could bring huge damage to the infantry of the first battalion, and Moscow was stationed with Cossack cavalry of a whole division. These cavalry who ignored revolution and ignored life took the lives of revolutionaries without mercy. However, they could not resist the trend of historical development and were stomped by countless revolutionaries.

Sovalov held a piece of bread in his right hand and a row of bullets in his left hand, following the crowded crowd towards the railway station. Along the way, there were people shouting revolutionary slogans, "Overpool the reactionary government! Establish our own regime!" "The destiny of the people is controlled by the people themselves!" "We should not be slaves, we should be masters!"

Sovalov didn't understand these slogans, but he felt that the current government and military were already terrible, and all these people had to do was change this bad situation.

"Everyone get in the car quickly! We are going to St. Petersburg to drive the stupid and arrogant emperor off the stage!" A hoarse worker leader shouted loudly, and a group of people around him laughed.

"St. Petersburg... Emperor..." Sovalov was a little surprised, but when he saw many soldiers in military uniforms around him, he felt a little calmer. He grabbed the bread with one mouthful, pulled the bolt away, pressed the row of bullets into the magazine, then pulled out the bayonet and stuffed it back into the scabbard, then carried the rifle to his back, and climbed up one of the cars with the help of another worker-like man.

"Young man, are you nervous?" asked the middle-aged man just now after the train started slowly.

Sovalov shook his head and swallowed the last bit of bread into his stomach, "It's okay! Have you participated in the revolution very early?"

"Yes, we are from the union!" The middle-aged man sat next to the carriage, allowing the wind to gradually become stronger and stronger on his face. "For our brothers and sisters to be oppressed, and for everyone to be able to eat and wear warmth, this is our revolution! Young man, why did you participate in the revolution?"

Sovalov was stunned for a moment, "I... just joined the revolution, haha!"

The middle-aged man didn't say anything else, but sorted out the weapons in his hands.

Sovalov glanced at the rifle in his hand. It was a Mosin 1891 rifle, a Russian military standard weapon.

In a basement in Paris, General Garyeni kept wiping his poor revolver, a gun that had been with him for half his life, a "good gun" that had never been fired. It was finally going to work today. As the sound of guns became denser and clearer, the general knew that there was not much time left, and he had made up his mind to fulfill his promise to live and die with Paris.

In a room in the St. Petersburg Palace, Nicholas II was sitting on a chair covered with jewelry, and the queen, who was usually the only one in history, was trembling. The couple may be the first and only couple who lived in the same palace, the same room, the same bed every day, but God did not bless the country with peace and peace because of their love.

A vanguard of Austro-Hungarian coalition forces walked on a strange road in the Belarusian region. The Russian outposts on the border did not resist much. The Russians quickly evacuated there amid the sparse gunfire. In the towns and villages they passed by, the Belarusians looked at these uninvited guests with strange eyes, but strangely, there was no conflict between the two sides. The Austrian army advanced rapidly and inserted flags into the heights of each town.
Chapter completed!