Chapter 816: Crying Russia

In July of the fifteenth year of Chengtian.

Chelyabinsk, this important Russian town on the west bank of the Ob River, one of the cities that Rumyantsev focused on, finally ushered in the last period of his life.

In June, a group of ragged Russian prisoners of war were escorted to the front line at Chelyabinsk. Some of the officers led by them were known to the soldiers in Chelyabinsk. They were indeed Omsk Fortress. garrison officers, and now they appear in front of Chelyabinsk like prisoners, then the news of the fall of Omsk is undoubtedly true.

The Chinese outside the city cheered thunderously.

The siege has not yet started in a real sense. Chelyabinsk has not been truly surrounded. What we are playing now is a war of attrition and confrontation. The Wehrmacht in front of Chelyabinsk only has a small reinforcement group of more than 4,000 people, but they have sufficient supplies-the rockets are enough. And they have Xiaoyuzi's Kazakh cavalry to cooperate.

But these are nothing compared to the news that Tobolsk and Tyumen were successively captured by the Chinese in the following days. Although some of the defenders withdrew from Tobolsk and Tyumen with the support of the Russian mobile forces, the prisoners of war The arrival of the Russian garrison in Chelyabinsk smelled the breath of death. Perhaps Marshal Rumyantsev's carefully arranged defense line will not last long.

The defense chain is like a pair of dominoes. If the first card falls, the following cards will fall faster.

Because the Chinese have more soldiers and materials that can be concentrated in subsequent sieges and wars of attrition.

Therefore, before the danger came - it was expected that the siege of Chelyabinsk was about to begin, the city defense commander and mayor of Chelyabinsk took stock of it and made a 'wise' decision. They sent a regiment of troops, which contained only one battalion of regular troops, to protect the women, children, old and weak in the city and evacuate Chelyabinsk before Chelyabinsk was completely surrounded.

Wherever they go.

Orenburg is good, Ufa is good, Izhevsk, Perm, and Kazan are all good. As long as it’s not in Chelyabinsk, it’s ok!

This decision caused an uproar in Chelyabinsk, where local militiamen were unwilling to be separated from their families. There were no telephones or mobile phones in this era. If a family was separated during the war, they would probably never see each other again in their lifetime.

In Russia, where serfdom prevailed, women and children without men accompanying them to protect them were in great danger.

Unfortunately, this decision did not depend on the will of these locally recruited militias.

At nine o'clock in the morning of this day, when the gate of Chelyabinsk opened, groups of crying Russian women and children left the car with their children and a small amount of food, clothing, and property. With a sad heart, they left the car. Yabinsk.

To use a later saying, today the sorrow in Chelyabinsk has flowed into a river.

Mayor Kasyanov stood on the steps of the city hall in Chelyabinsk, which is located in the west of the city. Many people passed by him, but no one came to show respect to Mayor Kasyanov.

Instead, countless people spat at Kasyanov. Although they can't really spit on Kasyanov. But what these people express more is their dissatisfaction and anger.

Kasyanov stood for half an hour, and then he ordered his servant to harness his horse and prepare to walk around the city to see what was going on. He holds in his hands the only military force of the current city government - a team of forty or fifty policemen and a Cossack Centurion, and of course a three to four hundred man militia battalion. Unfortunately, this militia battalion is no longer obedient. .

No one understands Kasyanov's pain. These days, he has stayed up all night with his brows furrowed. His face, which was fair and prosperous last year, has now become sallow and thin. More than once, he sat in his study and looked at the arrows on the map. , clasping arms and spending the night in silence.

He is now at the most lost time in his life.

When the world is peaceful, every official feels that only through his "diligence" and "love" can the serfs and people under his rule live a good life, and can the family business prosper. There is often a sense in their heads that they belong to themselves, which is their spiritual reward for their 'labor and diligence'. You can understand that when the situation is stable and peaceful, the chief executive as the ruler will think that he is the master of the city, and every decision and consideration he makes affects the future of thousands of civilians. They ignore all public opinion! At least that's the case in Russia.

And when troubled times come, they will realize that public opinion is so turbulent, and feel that they are completely incomprehensible, violent, extreme and ignorant. They want to have their hands and feet bound, and then be pushed forward by this huge force, and this force even wants him to dare not disobey at all. The war caused the status of civil servants to plummet. The titles that once gave them a sense of power and glory have now become pale and powerless. It seemed that all at once they were transformed from being the one in power, the source of strength, the lord of all, to being a small, useless, weakling.

Kasyanov felt this, so he could not be bound by public opinion, but even so, this power made him extremely angry.

Police Chief Vladimir came to Kasyanov's office and walked into the office with the secretary who came to report that the carriage was hitched. The two of them looked pale, because someone was inciting trouble in Chelyabinsk. The police station's spies heard with their own ears that someone was inciting the militia to escape together from this city that was destined to fall into hell. Now a flow of people was heading towards the city. The government is coming.

Without saying a word, Kasyanov stood up and walked out of the office quickly. He walked to the balcony door of the luxurious and bright hall on the second floor. He grabbed the door handle and seemed to give it a firm squeeze, but then relaxed it again. Open your hand. From the balcony he could clearly see the crowd outside the city hall. Sure enough, the civilians were incited. There were at least seven or eight hundred people outside the city hall, and others were constantly gathering. Even when he returned to the office, he could still hear the noise outside.

"What do they want?" he asked the police chief.

"Your Excellency, they said that the army asked them to leave not because of the war but to throw away the burden. To survive, they need clothing, food and funds for future life. It is a dishonorable practice for the army to abandon civilians. "Either give them everything they want or leave them in Chelyabinsk."

Of course the police chief knew how much material reserves Chelyabinsk had. To be honest, it would be very beneficial for the defenders to get rid of these women, children, old and weak people, who numbered up to 10,000 people. Especially when it comes to the final breakout and retreat, you can go into battle lightly.

Kasyanov was angry, "a bunch of idiots, a bunch of stupid bitches."

Kasyanov felt an uncontrollable anger rising in his heart. He felt that his dignity had been provoked. Now he must not give in. He must make those humble serfs realize the dignity of the imperial government and the dignity of the imperial government. Mayor Kasyanov is so powerful. The dignity of the Russian Empire will never be trampled underfoot by a mob.

The angry Kasyanov needed to find someone to vent his anger, and he wanted to use this killed 'chicken' to warn the restless monkeys. This Chinese idiom is very wise. He must tell them - who is the master in this city!

"Pull out the tall man waving his hands. This shameful deserter, this group of pariahs, the scum of the Slavs. These stupid people need a victim to clear their heads." Like people with big tempers and angry anger often In some cases, anger took over Kasyanov.

He randomly clicked on a man. Who makes this man stand out so much in the crowd? He is very tall, and his hands and feet are intact. Such a man does not join the militia. This is absolutely a shameful coward.

Ten minutes later, the noise outside the city hall suddenly increased several times.

"Your Excellency, please order how to deal with Ogarkov. He has been brought here by Director Vladimir." The secretary came up and said.

"That bastard's name is Ogarkov?"

"Yes. He's a vagrant."

A sneer appeared on Kasyanov's face. He was a homeless person, which was very good. It fit the image of a scourge in his mind. Maybe the instigator was Olgakov. He quickly opened the balcony door and strode onto the balcony. The noise outside the city hall suddenly stopped, and all eyes raised their eyes to look at the mayor who came out.

"Hello, citizens of the empire!" Kasyanov's voice was very loud, just like his current high emotion, "I am very grateful to you for coming, because next I will execute a person, a very bad person. The bad guy. He is a traitor to Russia, and he is a traitor to the white race. We must punish this bad guy who does things for the Chinese with death!"

Kasyanov waved his arms and gave an impromptu speech on the balcony.

The silence in the crowd was like water broken by stones and could no longer be maintained. People once again heard angry voices. Everyone saw Ogarkov being arrested by the police. This is an innocent man. What is Kasyanov doing? He actually wanted to execute him.

"He's a passionate guy."

"Ogarkov is an honest man. I don't believe he will be bribed by the Chinese."

"Look, the mayor is warning us. He put the charge of 'spying' on Ogarkov and will execute him next to warn us. Poor Ogarkov!" People say this. There always seems to be someone smart enough to 'see through' everything.

A few minutes later, a captain officer hurriedly walked out of the main door and gave some orders, so the only police officers in Kasyanov's hands formed a long queue outside the door. The Cossacks at the front even used bayonets and sabers to force the civilians gathered in front of the city hall back. Kasyanov then strode out of the door and walked through the police.

"Bring that shameful traitor up."

Angry eyes stared at Kasyanov. If those angry eyes were sharp arrows, Kasyanov would have been pierced by thousands of arrows; if those angry eyes were handfuls of flames, Kasyanov would have been pierced by thousands of arrows. Nof had been burned to the point where there was no one left.

Vladimir waved his hand, and two policemen walked out from the side with a sloppy middle-aged man in his thirties. This man was tall, but also relatively thin. He was wearing a shabby gray top. Dirty linen trousers tucked into open-toed boots. You can tell by looking at this attire that he is a poor man.

After Kasyanov saw the man's right hand, he knew why such a tall man was not pulled in by the militia. The man's thumb and little finger were frozen off. Yes, Kasyanov could tell immediately that it was frostbite.

But Kasyanov would not overturn the verdict for him and pointed to the lowest step. "Bring him here."

The sloppy middle-aged man seemed to be scared at first, but the countless people behind him seemed to give him infinite courage, and the fear faded away. He has a tough look on his face!

Kasyanov saw that the middle-aged man did not kneel down to him and beg for mercy, and the sneer on his face turned into a gloomy one.

"People of the empire, this man has become a traitor to Russia, and he is a spy of the Chinese. He incited your emotions, ignited your dissatisfaction, and undermined the government's decision, which will produce consequences that are beneficial to the Chinese. Influence."

The hardness on Ogarkov's face disappeared. He raised his head and looked up at Kasyanov, his eyes full of disbelief and disbelief.

"I'm not a traitor..."

Ogarkov shouted, but before he could finish his sentence, he was gagged by the police on the left and right.

Kasyanov didn't even look at him. Killing a lowly serf seemed to Kasyanov like crushing a bed bug.

Ogarkov struggled violently, and a policeman hit him in the head with the butt of his rifle.

His face was bleeding, and before he could fall down, he was grabbed by another policeman and pushed to his knees on the ground.

"Oh, God!" Someone in the crowd sighed sadly.

Kasyanov looked at the crowd's commotion with satisfaction, which he thought was a sign of fear for him. Kasyanov never saw anything wrong with being an official who frightened the common serfs. In his understanding, officials and civilian serfs were completely different classes. Officials and nobles were superior, and they were born to frighten civilians and serfs, because they held the life and death of thousands of civilian serfs in their hands. He even enjoyed the fear.

All eyes were directed at him, and Kasyanov did not feel guilty at all, although he clearly knew the innocence of the middle-aged man at hand.

"He betrayed the great empress and his motherland, he was loyal to the Chinese, and he tarnished the glory of the Slavs." Kasyanov calmly raised his voice and shouted like a judge in court who sentenced criminals, It's like what he's telling you is true. "Kill him now. Let this despicable traitor go to hell to atone for his sins. He will not be allowed to continue to live in the world and damage the reputation of the Russians! The Slavs are a fighting nation, and we will not succumb to any invader. We will enjoy God forever Give us freedom."

A body covered in blood fell at the foot of the steps. Everyone who witnessed this scene crowded towards the back with expressions of terror and panic.

…

A bridgehead south of Chelyabinsk, upstream of the Mias River.

Thousands of Russian militiamen crowded here. The weather was still very hot, and the gloomy and melancholy colonel commander sat on a stone by the bridge, his eyes rolling around. He was thinking about his way out. With a team of more than a thousand people, could he really escort tens of thousands of women, children, the elderly and the weak to escape to Orenburg, Ufa, and Kazan?

The colonel was well aware of how low the morale of the unit was. His militiamen were not locals from Chelyabinsk and were eager to escape back to their hometown. The old, weak, women and children are reluctant to leave Chelyabinsk, which they are slowly leaving behind, and some people escape every day.

They would rather hide in the surrounding mountains than leave their hometown. Because that means they left their husbands, fathers, everyone together. The commander also needs to pay attention to the pursuit of the Kazakh cavalry, which is very possible. He was disappointed with his future.