At night, the small village on the outskirts of Moscow is quiet, and the moonlight is quiet and peaceful, falling on the dilapidated buildings like a waterfall and the Milky Way.
In several small wooden houses, you can vaguely see flickering lights, but the candlelight seems to be extinguished in the next second.
Several bearded men inside sat across from each other around the candlelight.
One of the strong men snorted.
"Mendeleev, is the person you contacted reliable?"
Although Mendeleev looked like a strong man, his face was very gentle. Although he was a little worried, he was still confident.
"Reliable, this is the most reliable person I have checked with many parties!"
"They are willing to provide us with a batch of weapons and medicines!"
Several people were a little puzzled: "Mendeleev, you won't be deceived, right? We are just grasshoppers in the autumn. If they give us weapons, aren't we afraid that they will be wasted?"
While talking.
The door was pushed open.
"Haha, who said you are the grasshoppers after autumn?"
The slightly deep laughter made several people alert.
"Who? What person?"
I saw a man who was not particularly tall, less than 1.8 meters tall, wearing traditional red-haired clothes, with his hands in his sleeves, appearing in front of everyone.
The moonlight outside the door reflects how holy people are!
Several people saw the face of the visitor and said in surprise: "Mendeleev, are you contacting someone from China?"
Chinese!
Mendeleev was also surprised and shook his head: "I don't know which country they are from, but those who can support us are good people!"
"Hello, you just said that we are not grasshoppers after autumn. What do you mean?"
"Does it mean that we still have room for a comeback now?"
The man laughed and sat next to the candlelight naturally.
Seeing that there were several big cakes baked on top, he was not polite and casually grabbed a piece.
"have!"
"In my opinion, not only are you not grasshoppers after autumn, but you are also the newborn sun. People always feel desperate before dawn. But as long as you survive the saddest moment, who says you can't shine in the sky?"
Um?
The man said calmly.
With a smile on his face, he was so confident.
Mendeleev found it very reasonable.
I just wanted to get excited, but when I thought about my current situation, I lowered my head.
"Let's talk about something practical. You promised to support us with 30 guns and 500 rounds of ammunition. Is this reliable?"
Now they can't think so long-term, they don't want to care about the sun shining on the earth.
They just want to survive.
Live well.
Then take revenge!
Over the past year or so, their life has not been very good, even though they launched a vigorous campaign in full swing at the beginning.
It was quite a sight, but later, the Tsar reduced his troops and suppressed it with all his strength!
Their fates have reached an important bifurcation point.
Their first priority now is to survive.
A smile appeared on Xu Xunlei's face: "Of course it counts, but I think it's a little less. If you have greater capabilities, I can provide more."
More?
Mendeleev's heart skipped a beat: "How much more? What do you want from us?"
Xu Xunlei chewed the pie with a smile on his face: "What bad thoughts can I have? Of course more is more? More than you can imagine."
"And all we want is a neighbor who keeps his peace and can work together to protect each other!"
Mendeleev looked at Xu Xunlei in surprise.
"Who are you exactly?"
Xu Xunlei looked at Mendeleev who was like a frightened little white rabbit, and laughed loudly: "Who am I? Couldn't you guess it with your intelligence?"
"I and the people behind me are very sympathetic to your plight. You are just freedom fighters fighting for your own little interests, but now you are ruthlessly suppressed by the Tsar and are living a precarious life!"
"The people behind me are very sympathetic to you, that's why I'm here!"
Xu Xunlei looked at the person in front of him and smiled happily.
He didn't believe that these people really couldn't guess his identity.
However, this is no secret.
No need to keep it secret either.
Of course, Mendeleev had guessed it a long time ago. He was not a brainless person, but he had to give an explanation to his men.
"Then what do you want?"
Staring at Xu Xunlei, he asked about this matter again.
Xu Xunlei reiterated once again: "We just want a good neighbor!"
"We advocate peace! The people behind me think that if you are in charge, you will be a good neighbor!"
Mendeleev's heart skipped a beat.
Of course he had thought about it, otherwise why did he instigate the uprising in the first place?
But, I don’t want to talk about this stuff.
And it's too far away.
"Can we?"
With trembling lips, Mendeleev's face turned red.
The other people listened to the two playing riddles and looked at each other.
However, the hand on his waist that was holding the pistol with only a few bullets left quietly put it down.
They knew that this man was no longer an enemy.
Xu Xunlei nodded: Yes, of course.
"I believe you can! Because you represent the majority of people!"
Mendeleev's heart moved.
It is true that they represent the majority of people, but then there is frustration.
"But, during the uprising in July last year, we failed! It was a complete defeat!"
"Facing the Tsar with an army of millions, we are like children, with no power to fight back!"
"Those seemingly illusory ideals are vulnerable in the face of power!"
Mendeleev's heart ached.
When he thought of those brothers who had followed him through life and death, and died tragically at the hands of the Tsar's eagle dogs, and even his family members were affected and implicated, his heart was cut like a knife.
Xu Xunlei heard the unconfidence in Mendeleev's tone.
A word of comfort.
"It's just that you took the wrong route. How could you defeat those soldiers in the city?"
"It is simply a joke to try to achieve the goal through one or two uprisings and demonstrations!"
"If I were you, I would stay away from big cities like Moscow, move to small towns, contact every village, contact every people oppressed by slave owners, twist everyone's strength together, and then think of something else!"
Thunder suddenly exploded in Mendeleev's head.
It was as if it had been struck by lightning.
The brain is running crazy!
Over the past year, he has been thinking about where he went wrong?
Now he figured it out.
It wasn't until Xu Xunlei's words that he figured it out.
He was wrong, completely wrong.
He was wrong from the start.
At the beginning, 30,000 serfs, workers, and people who had lost their land were gathered in an attempt to seek benefits and negotiate with the tsar through one or two riots.
But what did you get?
It's repression!
More than 30,000 people eventually escaped from the vortex, less than 1,000 of them, living a wandering and wanted life.
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