On October 10, 1919, Jordan habitually picked up the *Northeast Daily* to take a look. Sure enough, as he expected, the *Northeast Daily* had absolutely no coverage of the National Day. Picking up a few other newspapers, there were only a scant few articles related to the National Day of the Republic of China.

Meanwhile, in Omsk, the capital of Western Siberia in distant Russia, Admiral Kolchak, the Supreme Ruler of the Russian Provisional Government, rode a fine horse, watching the last train loaded with relocated people leave Omsk.

This Admiral of the old Russian Empire, former Commander of the Black Sea Fleet, was tall and had a rugged appearance. The sharp lines of his face and his tightly pursed lips revealed the pain in his heart at this moment.

But Admiral Kolchak said nothing, burying all emotions deep in his heart. After taking one last look at Omsk, the seat of the Russian Provisional Government for over a year, Kolchak turned his horse around and left Omsk with his guards along the railway line.

Even in a forced retreat, the guards still held the double-headed eagle flag of the Russian Provisional Government high. In the cold wind of Siberia in October, the double-headed eagle military flag still fluttered loudly in the wind.

If possible, General Kolchak would have preferred to transport the cavalry by train. But the limited trains had all been used to transport Russian citizens who swore not to fall into the hands of the Bolshevik regime. Since the failure of the grand offensive against Moscow in the spring of 1919, General Kolchak had keenly discovered that the Provisional Government Cabinet and the Czechoslovak Legion, which obeyed remote control from France, were trying to ostracize him.

Throughout the summer, the Provisional Government's army suffered continuous defeats. After the campaign to open up the communication line with the Ukraine direction failed completely, the Provisional Government Cabinet retreated to the Siberian region together with the Czechoslovak Legion in June.

Kolchak, however, couldn't just walk away. There were still 500,000 troops willing to follow Kolchak personally. 750,000 people who would rather die than surrender to the Bolsheviks were also willing to follow Kolchak. Kolchak could never abandon them.

The rear-guard cavalry galloped all the way and arrived at a village before dark. Kolchak called for Deng Jinsheng, the Northeast representative accompanying the army. Watching this young Chinese man appear before him looking somewhat exhausted, Kolchak's mood was quite complex.

This Chinese man had once been regarded by Kolchak as a 'vampire', and even now it was still so. But Deng Jinsheng was like a cold but relatively trustworthy Jew; while taking Kolchak's gold, he also delivered everything Kolchak purchased.

Whether it was weapons and ammunition, railway transportation, or food for 1.25 million people. This representative of the Chinese Northeast Government named Deng Jinsheng would do his utmost to satisfy Kolchak's requests... as long as Kolchak paid in gold.

"Mr. Deng, Happy National Day," Kolchak said to this tall Chinese man.

Deng Jinsheng was stunned. It took him about ten seconds to realize what Kolchak was saying. Regardless of Kolchak's purpose in saying this, Deng Jinsheng replied, "Thank you."

Kolchak had participated in the Russo-Japanese War and fought bloody battles with Japan in Lushun (Port Arthur), China. Coupled with the recent need to pay attention to Northeast China, he naturally knew about China's internal division. Thinking that China could at least maintain a superficial peace, he felt inevitably sad in his heart.

But as a leader bearing the lives of over a million people, Kolchak could only suppress these feelings and ask, "Mr. Deng, thank you to the Northeast Government for helping us transport a large number of people in the past few months. Before winter, could your government allow us to reach Vladivostok?"

After speaking, Kolchak stared at Deng Jinsheng, who had maintained credibility so far. Deng Jinsheng thought briefly and replied, "Your Excellency, we agreed to transport your country's personnel to towns along the line south of Lake Baikal. If you want to transport them to Vladivostok, you have to pay more."

This was how Deng Jinsheng had been for the past year or so. Kolchak's subordinates had cursed Deng Jinsheng out of anger, and some had even threatened him. But none of this changed Deng Jinsheng. At least until now, every word Deng Jinsheng said had been honored.

Sure enough, Deng Jinsheng continued, "Your Excellency, transporting over a million people to Vladivostok requires a detailed plan. Have you made such a plan, Your Excellency?"

Kolchak didn't answer. Because at this very moment, Kolchak felt regret. If he led the troops to the Vladivostok region, the richest part of the Russian Far East, although it would be convenient for spending the winter, he would also have run to the end of Russia. If he couldn't quickly restore combat effectiveness and annihilate the pursuing Bolshevik troops, only complete destruction would remain.

At this time, Deng Jinsheng wasn't considering the future of the White Guards at all. If Kolchak's team went to Vladivostok, they would inevitably pass through the Northeast. At that time, he could go home.

Going home, now more than a year away from home. Just thinking about being able to go home, Deng Jinsheng felt his heart had already flown out of his chest, flying toward his hometown. In the next moment, Deng Jinsheng felt as if he couldn't wait even a second longer.