"Follow me closely, don't speak out. No matter what happens, you must listen to my instructions." Nezal whispered to the French.

He deliberately changed into a dark gray burqa, a blue-black headscarf, and a wide-black hunting knife inserted into his waist. Now he looks more like an assassin. Julian always thought that this man was a native of Papal, but later he learned that he was from Algeria after talking.

The temperature in North Africa dropped very quickly at night. Julian wrapped his Arabian robe tightly and felt a little chill. Nabhani gave the French a Nagan pistol to defend himself. Julian had never used this brand of wheels, and only felt that the grilled blue on the gun was pretty.

The French changed into a light blue cotton robe, a navy turban, and a scimitar was inserted between his waist like Nezal. His baby bag was now well placed on his shoulders. He carefully checked the items inside, and secretly remembered them intact. It was obvious that no one had ever turned over this unsightly baggage during the time he left to take a shower. These Arabs would never know the true value of the things in it, and Julian secretly despised them.

"At night, Italians rarely come out to patrol, but today when something happened during the day, maybe we would specially arrange a night patrol team. We can only walk through the alleys and try to avoid the main streets." After Nazar said that, he patted Julian on the shoulder, and then trotted quickly along the alleys.

Although the Italians established a colonial power grid, the power generation was pitifully small. There was only one small substation in the town, which could only provide a few core roads and night lighting for major government agencies. The surrounding area was completely shrouded in the night at night. Fortunately, the moonlight tonight was very bright, as if a light blue fluorescent gauze paved the road houses, so there was no need to worry about not being able to see the road clearly.

The French followed Nazar and walked through the streets and alleys quickly. The two of them circled around for a while. Julian thought that they could almost run three or four kilometers away. Finally, Nazar stopped in front of a single-door courtyard.

"You are very lucky, Mr. Julian, you have not encountered Italians along the way. The person you are looking for is waiting for you. Come in quickly, I will stay outside to see you." Nazal gently pushed Julian from behind, then held the hunting knife at his waist and quietly hid in the shadow next to the yard.

Julian nodded to the Algerians in the shadow, then walked forward and knocked gently on the gate of the courtyard.

The people inside had been waiting behind the door, and when they heard the knock on the door, they asked in a low voice: "Who is it?" in Italian.

"I am a friend of Urga, and he asked me to bring you some gifts." Julian replied in a fluent Russian language.

Then a sound of a door latch sounded and the courtyard door was opened.

"Come in quickly." A man called in in the shadow behind the door.

Julian quickly walked into the yard. The other party stuck his head out and observed the door for a while, then gently closed the yard door and re-plugged the door.

"Go into the house and talk inside." The master turned around and said to Julian.

This is a very ordinary North African adobe flat-topped house, which looks like it was temporarily rented. There are not many pieces of furniture in the room, only a table, a few chairs, two vertical cabinets and a brick couch with wool blankets.

A kerosene lamp was lit on the table, illuminating the small room. After looking through the furnishings in the room, Julian turned around and looked at the master.

The first impression the other party gave Julian was that he was a man full of power, and he was revealing this information to Julian, whether it was his tall physique or his oppressive eyes.

The man was wearing a yellow-brown Arabic robe, a black vest, a naked shaved head without a turban. He had a clear square face, a tall nose bridge, and a beard on his jaw. Because of the light, the color of his eyes was somewhat unclear, which might be dark brown or gray brown, or other similar colors, but it didn't matter much to Julian anyway.

This was someone who had joined the army. Julian smelled a similar aura from the other party, and the other party's military smell was stronger than him. Perhaps because of the elite troops who participated in actual combat, the French swallowed a secretly.

"Down with the tyrant." The man walked forward and stretched out his right hand towards Julian.

"Power belongs to the people." Julian held the other party's hand excitedly and shook it hard.

"I've been in trouble on the road. I've been waiting for you for three days. I almost thought you couldn't get there, Comrade Julian." A hint of excitement also appeared on the man's face, and he held the Frenchman's hand tightly.

"I delayed on the border for two days, but fortunately I caught up." Julian secretly broke free from the other party's hand, took off the bag on his shoulder and put it on the table.

"My name is Sergei Vladimilovich, my friends call me Sergei, you can also call me that, Comrade Julian." Sergei rubbed his palms and took out a bottle and two wine glasses from the cabinet beside the bed.

"Actually, my surname is Legrand, and Comrade Darrell Ludwig, whose Fahes, asked me to say hello to you for him." Julian took a wine glass with a smile.

"What does this matter? I think this name sounds good and it's easy to call it. In addition, Darryl lives in Turkish City, and his surname is Ludwig. He should be surnamed Ludwig. I like your caution very much. This is a quality that an excellent investigator must possess. Comrade Julian." Seryosha sat down at the table, pulled out the bottle plug, and poured wine into Julian's cup.

"Vodka is very good, but unfortunately this is the only thing left." The Russian also filled himself with a cup.

"Come, to celebrate your safe arrival." Seryosha raised his cup and raised his neck.

"Thank you." The French knew the power of this thing, so they just took a sip.

"Are you here alone?" Seriosha pushed a small plate beside the table into the middle of the table, with some goat cheese and a few shriveled cucumbers inside.

"There is another friend who comes with me. He is now looking out, Nazar, you should know him."

"Oh, let him stay outside. These Arabs have a strange mindset. They always feel that there are some problems here." Seryosha stretched out his index finger and circled around his temple.

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Comrade Julian, you'll bring everything. I hope it's not damaged along the way." Seryosha put down his wine glass, grabbed a small cucumber, dipped it in the salt on the side of the plate and bit off half of it.

"It's all here, I haven't opened it and seen it. The seal is intact." Julian took out a cowhide envelope from the bed and handed it to Seryosha.

"It looks like there is no problem." Xie Liangsha wiped his hands on his clothes, took the envelope and carefully checked the seal and varnish.

"Then I will hand it over to me to send this thing back to the country. In recent years, the comrades have suffered severe blows, but we are not discouraged. Everyone believes that the darkness will eventually pass, and one day the great Soviets will return to the hands of the people.

Faced with those cruel and cunning opponents, we need new ideological weapons to arm ourselves. This is the most powerful weapon in our hands. Every word in it will make the tyrant and his lackeys so scared that even their souls begin to tremble.

As long as we continue to fight, the final victory will definitely belong to us, to the real Bolsheviks, to every proletariat in the Soviet territory." Seryosha stroked the cover of the cowhide envelope and told Julian excitedly.

"I also believe in this, so I have arrived here from thousands of miles to hand over this package to your hands, Comrade Seryosha. This package not only carries the support of the comrades of the Fourth International for your great cause, but also contains Comrade Trosky's ardent expectations for you. I hope you can make good use of these things and fight hard to overthrow the dictatorship of that tyrant." Julian picked up the wine glass.

"For the Soviets."

"For the Soviets and for the health of Comrade Trosky."

"For the health of Comrade Trosky." Two like-minded men raised their glasses and drank them all.

"In addition to Comrade Trosky's newly written article manuscript, there are also the latest meeting minutes and documents of the Fourth International. In addition, Comrade Trosky's handwritten letters to some domestic comrades. So you must be extremely careful and never let these fall into the hands of the tyrant's lackeys. This is related to the lives of countless comrades. There is a self-destruct device on it. If you encounter an accident, you can tear the fire paint and pull the sealing tape. The white phosphorus fire tube inside will start. This flame cannot be extinguished even with water." Julian Seryosha carefully pointed out how to operate the device.

"Please rest assured, Comrade Julian, I know the importance of it. If I unfortunately sacrifice myself on the road, I swear to destroy these documents before I take my last breath." Seryosha assured Julian with a solemn expression.

"You will be safe all the way, and our sacred cause will surely be successful. When the day of victory comes, we will drink wine together."

"Of course, Comrade Julian, we will definitely see the day when the red flag is planted all over the world." Seryosha poured the last bit of vodka from the bottle into the glasses of the two of them.

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

Julian drank the glass of strong wine in one sip, and the hands of the two men were once again tightly held together.

ps: Chapter 2 is presented. Looking back, I feel that the chapter names of these two chapters are not good, but as long as the content is satisfied, the name is just a code name used to find chapters.

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