This was naturally not because the Russian Provisional Government had suddenly found its conscience. After all, the Russian nobility and capitalists were practically one family, with no clear line between them. The farther from the center, the more this was true. Not only would they refrain from wiping them out root and branch, but in order to stabilize the situation, they would also lavishly buy them off.
Thus, among local Russian powers such as Kazan, quite a few people currently chose to wait and see when it came to the Labor Party regime. Moreover, rumors ran rampant in Saint Petersburg, and it was hard to tell truth from falsehood. By now, even Russia's upper ranks found it difficult to grasp the country's true situation.
Yet Berezovka, a bandit chief, had somehow learned about matters a thousand miles away and within Russia itself. In Chubalov's eyes, that truly seemed like divine powers and uncanny abilities.
Of course, once he remembered that Berezovka could obtain military weapons through fixed channels, Chubalov no longer found it strange.
Instead, he said excitedly, "General, do you mean that the domestic situation is now in complete chaos, and no matter what we do, the Central Government won't have the energy to deal with us?"
Berezovka nodded. "Not only that. The current situation can be summed up like this: whoever has guns in their hands can obtain the right to rule a vast territory. So long as we can take Kazan, making you a high-ranking official in the future won't be impossible."
"Has the situation... really deteriorated to such an extent?" Chubalov asked uncertainly.
Berezovka replied with certainty, "Naturally. The rebels in Saint Petersburg today are unlike those of the past. They are a force organized from Saint Petersburg's workers and soldiers. The entire Russian government has