Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

After Peritch returned, Solovyov began his plan.

"Mihlima, how are you singing?"

The child nodded obediently and it seems that he can sing very well.

"Practice like me."

To be honest, if you don’t have any experience in picking up girls, this level would be difficult to complete.

As for Maria dragging him into the small dark room to copy music scores and lyrics, it also helped to train his musical ability.

Although Mihlima's body has begun to develop, her voice is still a little childish.

“I think you should be able to master this song quickly even if you only know Serbian.”

There was a difference when they were talking. Mihrima had a nice voice, and Solovyov started playing the guitar and taught her a song.

"Come and try to see if you can sing it."

When Solovyov took Adela in, he turned her into an excellent housekeeper. She also wrote a letter to Odessa, mentioning that Speransky had been coming to their home frequently recently.

Although she felt that Speransky was somewhat too old for Adela, he was now the Secretary of State of the Russian Empire and the de facto Prime Minister, so he had a bright future.

The child in front of me is well-behaved and pitiful, with a pair of beautiful big eyes and such a sweet voice.

While Solovyov taught her to sing, he stroked her headscarf and long hair, which looked like a brown waterfall.

My wife is good in every way except that her hair is black.

Solovyov liked the fact that the child was so obedient in front of him, and she even blushed a little.

"Lima, what's wrong with you?"

"My lord, it's nothing. It's just that you treat me very well, not like a lord treats a servant."

"I told you at the banquet, silly child, that I am also very tolerant of the servants in my house. If this weren't in Russia, I might have done more. You don't seem like the kind of child who can understand politics. When you grow up, whether you continue to follow me or not, you must live a happy life."

As for the specific situation, Solovyov did not dare to hope for it.

Now his attention is on this banquet.

But he didn't intend to use smashing the cup as a signal. After all, Russians smash cups when drinking every day, so who knows what's going on.

In short, the pistol was definitely in the holster and the trigger safety was locked.

Next, he waited for Dobniak.

This guy is also a brutal warlord, but he is somewhat kind to his subordinates.

Moreover, compared with Stojkovic, he really did not care about his life in battle and was always at the front. He also did not keep a group of Turkish concubines.

As for Stojkovic, when he was still a tailor, he had an affair with a Turkish woman and sent his son directly to his lover's relatives.
After a simple comparison, Solovyov also knew that among the insects, he could only choose the one with the most heinous crime to kill.

When Dobniak came, he was very respectful.

"Peric has told me everything, sir. I think what you said makes sense. We should really unite now. Although I don't like Karageorge, we can't win battles all the time without him."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Just tell me what you want to do today, and I, Peter Dobniak, will be your scimitar without hesitation."

"Ahaha, it seems you have been under the hands of those Turks for too long. I still prefer to use a sharp sword."

“But you’ll like this if you watch it.”

Dobniak signaled to his follower to bring the weapon wrapped in silk, and then unveiled the mysterious veil.

"Peric said that Prince Christian is your brother-in-law. I have also thought about it. These are two Damascus knives captured from Turkish officers killed on the battlefield. I may not be able to give you any good gifts, but I think soldiers like weapons. As for forcing a woman on me, that is completely..."

"Okay, it looks like you know, so let's get to the point."

In addition to the dragoons he brought with him, Solovyov also asked Dobnyak to select some of his elite troops.

Anyway, when Stojkovic came, he also brought such a team with him.

They could never have imagined that Solovyov, a Russian, would set up a Hongmen Banquet at their doorstep.

Of course, they probably didn’t know what the Hongmen Banquet meant.

Solovyov looked at the soldiers under Dobnyak and had an idea in his mind.

Stojkovic's soldiers looked brave, but there was no order, and from observing the actions of his men, it could be judged that Stojkovic used a whip to maintain order.

At least for Dobniak, the carrot and stick approach is still useful.

The plan is very simple. We always have to sing in the tent.

Of course, Solovyov arranged such a scene, and it was impossible for him to teach Mihrima "Yeah Yeah Yeah", but he taught her other music. This signal was also understandable to the officers outside.

After listening to the first song, it is time to disarm Stojkovic's soldiers outside. When the second song starts, Solovyov will also listen to what is happening outside.

If the dragoons sang one more military song, he would probably have an idea and could take action.

But when it comes to using a pistol to kill insects, he himself is probably more reliable.

"This is your mission, do you understand?"

"I know, you just openly supply us with good wine, and everything else is fine. Even if we get drunk and you tie us up, it's just for show."

"I won't lie to you. If Stojkovic can listen to what I say, then it's fine. If he can't listen, then this is probably the only way."

"so?"

"You will know when the time comes. This kind of thing must have happened many times in the Balkans. In order to keep it secret, your soldiers should also go to the bar for a drink. Just don't tell them."

"Okay, I understand."

Although this was the first time I met Dobniak, he seemed worthy of making friends since he dared to put his life and property in his hands.

Even for friends with bad tempers here in Serbia, it is actually worth it.

Karageorge is certainly worth making friends with.

While they were talking, Peric pointed in the direction of the road. "My lord, leader, look, that's Stojkovic coming over there."

"It's quite a show. I've only been to his tent once."

"Don't be surprised if you know this. When he goes out, he is often accompanied by a large group of people. Coming to you without his 42 Turkish women, he is already quite 'restrained'."

Interestingly, Serbian grammar is more complicated than Russian, so when Dobniak speaks, he still uses some "complex" expressions.

Solovyov couldn't understand everything, but Vuko Karadzic next to him would tell him what was going on with his crutches.

"It seems that we still have to give this leader a good welcome."

Stojkovic was somewhat dissatisfied when he saw Dobnyak arrive first.

This man probably had too strong a presence, and he was ostentatious wherever he went. In the early days of the Serbian uprising, it was he who chopped off the heads of four Turkish commanders and their followers. His style of doing things was not only ostentatious but also brutal.

That's how he made a name for himself in eastern Serbia.

Dobniak is his right-hand man, but he has made his name by fighting for it.
As for Stojkovic, he came here only to have a feast and then have a good discussion with the Russian boss and his capable subordinates.

However, he did not expect that his own people had been poached. The promise Solovyov made to Dobnyak was that he was already the commander of an infantry brigade of three regiments. If he wanted cavalry, he could also equip him with a few cavalry squadrons.

These temptations, combined with the subsequent reorganization of Stojkovic's eastern warlord forces, actually allowed him to command nearly 10,000 people.

Dobniak knew very well that he would get a lot of benefits, and he must not offend the Russians. After all, he still needed their support.

"Sir, it's easy to find the way to your place."

"But it's still some distance from the Vidin camp. We surrounded this city in order to open up the transportation line of the Danube. The Serbian army will be the decisive factor in this war."

"But you overestimate Karageorge. He recently lost Niš, which allowed the Turks to open up Belgrade's transportation lines. But they will still fail in the end. If there were no Russian army... Let me put it this way, if you are short of manpower for the war, we can arm 20,000 people. If you..."

Solovyov interrupted him: "Captain Milenko Stojkovich, let's talk in the tent. This is not the place to talk."

Stojkovic didn't realize that he was walking into Solovyov's trap.

When he saw Mihrima, who was also dressed up carefully, he relaxed his guard.

"Sir, you are really willing to spend money on this child. It costs a lot of money to dress him up like this, and he is in the military."

"My lover wanted to come with me, but she and I have a daughter who is still nursing, and the bumpy journey would be enough to make life difficult for both of us. But her suitcase came with us, saying it might be of some use to me."

Although Solovyov did not talk nonsense on a daily basis, Madame Recamier did put some clothes and jewelry in Solovyov's luggage.

Even though the shoes were a little big for Mihrima, and there were no suitable shoes, she had to wear slippers.

"It's this little girl who can't even hold up the clothes. You still need to find a good tailor to make clothes for her. Tsk tsk, she is worthy of being the general of the Russian emperor's chamberlain. The treasures she can bring out at home are really special."

Stojkovic also looked at the clothes, jewelry, bracelets and anklets that Mihlima was wearing, and naturally knew that they were made of silver, which was also very exquisite.

As for where the experience came from, it was naturally the conclusion drawn from robbing merchants. At least he didn't have such good quality goods in his hands.

"Well, Chief Stojkovic, you better sit down."

Then the food and drinks were served.

It’s just that Solovyov doesn’t like vodka very much, so the main thing he uses to entertain guests here is sweet wine.

This way he could stay sober, but Stojkovic on the opposite side obviously felt that Hungarian liqueur, sherry and gin were boring and still ordered vodka.

"Since you said so, I still have to prepare some. But the vodka here is for our soldiers to drink, especially the grenadiers at the door, who are my old brothers from the same regiment. I specially transferred them from the battlefield for this meeting."

"I see."

As for the banquet, people were eating and drinking, and Mihrima was playing the piano and singing beside them. It seemed that everyone was having a great time.

But after singing the revised version of "Rowan Trees in the Ural", some people outside started singing too.

Solovyov knew that the situation was probably under control.

Several grenadier battalion commanders sent out by Peric and Solovyov outside were indeed controlling Stojkovic's men while drinking vodka.

"Okay, let's get to the point now. Stojkovic, you always think you're better than Karageorge. Are you a little dissatisfied?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"It's definitely not okay to get involved in politics with a FW like you. You don't have any sense of the overall situation."

As for what he was going to do, it was all within Solovyov's control. At least his pistol was off the safety and the bullet was loaded.

Obviously, this rude guy didn't want to surrender easily, so he was ready to draw his knife.

He just drew his knife, but Solovyov pulled out his gun too quickly and shot him directly in the arm.

"What are you doing?"

"It seems that you don't have any good intentions either."

The veteran grenadiers arranged by Solovyov outside did bring a few people in.

"I said that our commander-in-chief was right. It's not that we can't understand what these people are saying, and they don't have any good intentions. Look at these guys, they are all fully armed. If we didn't have so many people, it would be difficult to control them."

"Egor, well done, you can be a sergeant in the future."

It’s a pity that he is not an officer yet.

As for Stojkovic, Solovyov didn't bother to deal with him himself. He was taken to the back and shot after the firing squad read out the verdict drafted in advance.

Then, the warlords entrenched in the eastern region of Serbia were eliminated so quickly.

Even in the tent, when Solovyov shot him in the elbow, some blood was seen, and the whole thing happened too quickly.

The rest of Stojkovic's men had no time to react, but Dobnyak was still frightened.

Fortunately, I listened to Peric. This pretty boy acted quickly and ruthlessly.

But it is also good for him, that is, a large part of Stojkovic's subordinates will be taken over by him, and the others will probably go to Karageorge.

But Dobniak also gave up the idea of ​​opposing Karageorge, and this scene was just for him to see. (End of this chapter)