Chapter 6

In the prison, it was inevitable that showing off would come at a cost. Li Xiaofeng experienced for the first time in his life what a group beating felt like. Fortunately, he had made some progress with his last-minute cultivation last night; otherwise, this round of cudgels would have taken half his life.

After being thoroughly beaten, the guards equipped Li Xiaofeng with a full set of restraints, including shackles and a ten-kilogram iron ball, and then threw him into the solitary confinement cell. Of course, this person did not care much about it. This 2B youth was even secretly pleased, thinking that his actions demonstrated a fearless revolutionary spirit and would earn high praise from all the Bolsheviks. This poor boy did not know that in the eyes of Dzerzhinsky and others, he was just Li Xiaofeng, and a normal person would never be so stupid, absolutely having been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Well, in a certain sense, Dzerzhinsky's evaluation of Li Xiaofeng was quite correct. This guy was indeed not a normal person—a god suppressed for hundreds of years, like an old maid, had completely lost hormonal balance and could not be judged by normal standards.

So at this moment, the 2B youth was actually thinking about how to escape. In his view, if he could escape from the Peter and Paul Fortress, he would surely create a record that no one before or after him could match. Being the only revolutionary to escape from the Peter and Paul Fortress would certainly add a lot of luster to his resume!

The idea was good, but implementing it was incredibly difficult. Although Li Xiaofeng was a god in a certain sense, his human body greatly limited his power. If not for this body holding him back, he would now be considered the lowest rank of gods, a ghost god. Although he did not have great powers, such as summoning wind and rain, escaping from prison would be a piece of cake. As the saying goes, don't treat a bean bun as if it's not food, and don't treat a heavenly soldier as if he's not a god.

But on the other hand, Li Xiaofeng, this ghost god, was completely forged in the Eight Trigram Furnace, with his three souls and seven spirits shattered. If he had not promptly reincarnated into Andrei's body, he would have likely ended up soulless. As Laozi said, where there is fortune, there is misfortune, and where there is misfortune, there is fortune. There must be a loss for every gain. So at this moment, Li Xiaofeng, who was single-mindedly thinking about escaping, had no way out. He couldn't even remove the shackles on his hands and feet.

Faced with the harsh reality, the only thing he could do was to patiently cultivate in the solitary confinement cell. Although the increased strength could not help him escape, it could at least heal the bruises from the beating. After all, even if he escaped, having two panda eyes would tarnish his heroic image.

He cultivated for the entire afternoon. When Li Xiaofeng had healed the last bruise on his body and further strengthened his physical body, the sound of noisy footsteps came from outside the solitary confinement cell, as if a large group of people were marching over.

A series of shouts, punches, and kicks, and the sound of iron doors opening and closing, continued. The guards threw a bunch of people in military uniforms into the solitary confinement cells, and even Li Xiaofeng's cell got two people. Compared to his treatment when he first arrived at the Peter and Paul Fortress, these people did not suffer a body search and did not have to change into ugly prison clothes. Of course, this was not because the guards had forgotten; it was because the prison was full, and the original prison clothes had been cleared out. Otherwise, the guards would not have crammed people into the solitary confinement cells.

"Comrades, hello. I am Andrei Petrovich Spelovsky," Li Xiaofeng greeted the two new arrivals, mimicking Dzerzhinsky's demeanor from the previous day, putting on a revolutionary senior's air.

The two new arrivals were not very old, especially the one in military uniform, who seemed younger than Li Xiaofeng, but it was precisely this one who surprised him.

"Comrade, hello. I am Leonid Grigoryevich Petrovsky, a soldier of the 4th Company of the Pavlovsky Regiment, a Bolshevik!"

"You are a Bolshevik? How old are you?" Li Xiaofeng's eyes bulged. This kid was too young to be a Bolshevik. Wasn't it said that there were only 20,000 Bolsheviks in all of Russia, and only 2,000 in Petrograd? How did it develop to the point of recruiting child soldiers?

Petrovsky smiled and said, "I was born in 1902 and joined the party last year."

A 1902-born kid was a Bolshevik. Li Xiaofeng was inwardly fuming. The original owner of his body was two years older than Petrovsky, but the original Andrei probably had never even heard of Marxism or the Bolsheviks. Damn, comparing people really makes one angry!

Li Xiaofeng originally wanted to show off his seniority in prison, but compared to the young face in front of him, he had no advantage. His political status was still that of a commoner, and he only knew one member of the Bolshevik Central Committee—well, a former Central Committee member who was now in prison.

Of course, Li Xiaofeng did not need to be depressed because this Petrovsky was not an unknown figure in history. He joined the Bolsheviks at 14, participated in the attack on the Winter Palace at 15, became a division commander at 26, and a military district commander at 35. At 39, he died heroically in the Battle of Moscow, reporting to Marx. According to the eulogy, it was a glorious and short life, although this Soviet hero was thoroughly purged in the Great Purge...

"What is your name, comrade!" Li Xiaofeng turned to the other, older youth, who did not seem as energetic as Petrovsky and did not look like a soldier.

"Hello, I am Vasily Semyonovich Sidorenko, a machinist at the Izhora Factory."

Li Xiaofeng had heard of another Vasily, the sniper of World War II who appeared on Hollywood screens. Of course, they could not be the same person, at least not in age. This worker Vasily had no trace of a sniper's killing aura, clearly just an ordinary worker.

"How did you get arrested?" Li Xiaofeng asked again.

The two had different answers. Petrovsky's company had mutinied because they were dissatisfied with the firing squad on Nevsky Prospekt, and they were suppressed and thrown in here. The poor Vasily had just a conflict with a greedy shopkeeper while buying bread and was arrested as a rioter. Of course, in today's Petrograd, many people had similar experiences.

Looking at the two new cellmates, Li Xiaofeng felt responsible for boosting morale. He said with a feigned sense of righteousness, "Comrades, do not be discouraged or disheartened. You have only encountered a small setback. The tide of revolution is now irreversible, and any counter-revolutionary forces will be crushed by this tide."

At this point, Li Xiaofeng raised his fist and raised his voice, "Although we are now in prison, here we must strengthen our revolutionary beliefs and bravely, actively, and unwaveringly carry out the revolutionary struggle!"

Petrovsky and Vasily seemed to be shocked, but Li Xiaofeng continued with high spirits, "Our primary goal in the struggle now is to break this prison that has been imposed on us! Strive for freedom!"

Petrovsky asked in disbelief, "You mean we should escape?"

"Exactly! Escape!" Li Xiaofeng waved his arm again and then added, "We can do even better! We will completely occupy this counter-revolutionary prison and plant the red flag of the revolution on the golden dome of the Peter and Paul Cathedral!"

Petrovsky felt his brain was not enough. Although he was a firm Bolshevik, he saw no possibility of a successful escape in the current situation, let alone occupying this heavily fortified prison. After all, the Peter and Paul Fortress was first and foremost a fortress, and there was an army inside besides the guards.

"Comrade Andrei Petrovich, are you joking?"

Li Xiaofeng struck his most confident pose and said in the most determined tone, "Of course, I have already planned the escape, I just need some help!"

Petrovsky, with a stiff face, cautiously asked, "What do you plan to do?"

"Very simple!" Li Xiaofeng explained confidently, "First, we lure the guards into the cell, then we work together to subdue them, then we free the other prisoners, and finally, we occupy the prison together!"

Petrovsky was stunned. To him, this was a childish plan, something only a madman would come up with. Although he had a firm revolutionary will, he did not want to die in vain, so he was almost ready to reject Li Xiaofeng's plan.

However, Petrovsky greatly underestimated Li Xiaofeng's 2B level. Without waiting for his refusal, the guy started to act. He quickly ran to the iron door with his shackles and iron ball, and started smashing the door with the iron ball.

With the loud noise, the 2B youth began to sing "The Internationale" in rhythm:

"Arise, ye wretched of the earth! Arise, ye prisoners of want! With hearts on fire, we'll fight for truth and right! Smash the old world to bits, rise, rise, ye slaves! We have nothing to lose but our chains, we will be the masters of the world!"

Whether it was the scene or the 2B youth's ability to inspire, under his lead, the entire Trubetskoy Bastion prison was filled with the passionate revolutionary song. Even Petrovsky, who initially thought Li Xiaofeng was crazy, could not help but join in the singing...

"You bastards, shut up! If you keep singing, you'll lose your outdoor time... No! Your lunch... and dinner too!"

The guards, enraged, tried to stop the commotion with their batons, but with Li Xiaofeng, who was stirring up trouble, even if everyone else was quiet, he would continue singing!

"It was this guy in the cell who started singing... Yes! This pale-faced one, he wanted to escape this morning! Yes! His voice is the loudest! Chief, what do you want to do?"

"Drag this bastard out and beat him until he behaves!" the warden roared in anger.

With a loud clang, the moment Li Xiaofeng had been waiting for finally arrived. Looking at the grim-faced guards, ignoring the huge numerical disadvantage, and without waiting for them to rush in, he lifted the iron ball and shouted, "For freedom! Comrades, charge!"

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