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Volume 3 Far East Stories Chapter 524 The bright moon shines on the hills

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    July 15, 1918 21:55 Moscow University Tsaritsyn Iron Infantry Division 1st Station

    "Comrade Dzerzhinsky, let me say it again, the 1st Tsaritsyn Iron Infantry Division belongs to the Soviet Red Army and is not a rebel. The location of Moscow University is also a location designated by the Supreme Military Council. We came to Moscow under the command of the Southern Front Headquarters.  and the order from the Tenth Army Headquarters to escort Central Committee members Joseph and Bubnov to Moscow for the meeting! "

    "Now either you invite Comrade Joseph to issue an order, or you withdraw the Moscow garrison and machine guns surrounding our division, or an order jointly signed by the Southern Front Headquarters and the Tenth Army will do. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the misfire.  I will definitely not take the responsibility! I will give you another 15 minutes! If there is no result, my troops will decide on their own!"

    Division Commander Pavlov put down the Kremlin phone again with a snap, making Cheka Chairman Dzerzhinsky on the other end of the phone so angry that he was in the Kremlin guard duty room.  He swore obscene words.

    "Get ready to fight! Comrade Gorberman, you find a way to find the administrators of Moscow State University and ask them to take our people to the air raid shelters and basements. If there are blueprints, find a way to get them! Political Commissar Comrade Zhu, you are responsible for guarding the headquarters and  Phone, if the other party has no new explanation, just say that the division commander has organized the troops, and just call me. In addition, send a telegram to Voroshilov quickly and ask for instructions on the next step! "

    The young division commander from Tsaritsyn showed the qualities of an excellent commander. He calmly commanded his subordinates to go their own way and seize the time to act.

    "Dmitri Grigorievich, you don't really plan to fight with the surrounding Moscow garrison, do you? Comrade Joseph Vissarionovich's whereabouts are unknown at the moment. What if we act rashly?  , it will not end well if you stir up trouble, you are the infantry division commander with the brightest future in our Southern Front! You must be more cautious!" Political Commissar Dzhugashvili said with a nervous and embarrassed look on his face.

    "Comrade Political Commissar, Comrade Joseph's whereabouts are unknown. I judge that the Central Committee must have created some trap. Maybe Comrade Joseph has lost his freedom, and I cannot even rule out the possibility of a more serious situation.

    Comrades!  We are the troops sent by the Tenth Army of the Southern Front to protect Comrade Joseph. In this case, of course we must be prepared to deal with critical situations. Without the orders of Comrade Voroshilov and Joseph, no one can call us Iron Infantry.  1st Division lays down its arms!  He wants to hand over our guns and have his Qingqiu dream!  "

    Division Commander Pavlov gritted his teeth, waved his fists and roared at the division political commissar and the two brigade commanders!

    "Don't worry, Comrade Division Commander, there are no cowards in the First Brigade of the Tsaritsyn Steel Infantry Division. I will go find the building management staff right now. If there are air-raid shelters and basements that can lead to the Kremlin, we will send troops to sneak in and rescue Comrade Joseph!"  "Golberman, commander of the first brigade, turned red and waved his fist to express his stance.

    Next to him, the commander of the second brigade, Graglev, said anxiously, "Commander, division commander, what's the mission of our brigade? I'm looking to see if we can send a troop out of the sewer to crawl around to the back of the street and attack from both sides to capture it."  The southeast corner controlled by the other party can be used to rush to the Kremlin! "

    "Comrade Graglev, you think of a way to get some uniforms of the Moscow garrison. Well, try to catch some tongues and get a clear idea of ??the opponent's deployment!" Pavlov was obviously very interested in the two men.  The brigade commander's attitude and morale were still quite satisfactory. Damn, the division political commissar Dzhugashvili had to guard against him.

    Why does the legendary division political commissar from Comrade Joseph's hometown look like Moscow's spy for the Southern Front?  If you want me to surrender my gun, I will be captured, but there is no way. Comrades Joseph and Voroshilov personally gave the order. As the division commander, I, Dmitry Grigorievich, am responsible for the entire division.  You have to ask why!

    Not long after Gorbman and Graglev left, the liaison officer sent out by political commissar Dzhugashvili to contact the Moscow garrison surrounding his station under a white flag came back. The division headquarters volunteered to go out to contact them.  The clerk, Bischoff, was disgraced, his hat was gone, and the corners of his mouth were swollen. The two guards behind him were not much better.

    "Division Commander, Political Commissar, the other party is the 1st Division of the Moscow Garrison. They are very arrogant. I went over with a white flag. The other party was stunned and said they didn't see it. When they came up, they beat us and pushed us to the ground. Division Commander, Political Commissar, they are not us.  I'm scared, I'm really outnumbered, and I'm defenseless, and the political commissar didn't let me bring weapons!"

    Division Propaganda Officer Yoshka Andreevich Bischov is a close confidant brought by Division Political Commissar Dzhugashvili from his hometown. He is well-spoken and good-looking and is liked by girls. He is a handsome man with a small haircut.  Young cadres with beards are afraid of causing conflicts with the Moscow Garrison.Due to the conflict, Dzhugashvili sent out the propaganda officer who looked elegant and elegant, but he did not expect to be sent back after being beaten like this.

    "What level of commander are you seeing on the other side? What do they mean by surrounding us? Have you understood all of this? My troops are not allowed to fly white flags next time they go out. Soldiers must carry weapons, you know? Put down your weapons.  Soldiers are not even birds! Wipe your face clean!" Division Commander Pavlov said as he threw a towel to Bischov.

    "Sir, the political commissar sent us away empty-handed. I said we can't raise the white flag. The political commissar said that he was afraid of misunderstandings. In my opinion, there will be no misunderstandings at all. The other party took advantage of the martial law to surround us. They obviously had bad intentions. I just saw  There was a battalion commander of the other party, who was extremely arrogant, and a little **** wearing a pair of glasses and carrying a document bag.

    This guy said that according to the order of the garrison headquarters, during the martial law period, all people who appear on the streets in the martial law area, regardless of whether they are armed or civilian, armed or not, and whether they are holding a white flag or not, will be detained!  If the other party's regiment hadn't sent a messenger to tell him to release the division commander, political commissar, and the three of us, we would probably still be sitting on our butts right now!  "Bischof grinned and wiped his face while reporting aggrievedly.

    "Take you into custody? How come you were beaten so badly that you were bruised and swollen?" Division Commander Pavlov glared at the political commissar beside him, turned around and asked again.

    "Commander, we are soldiers of the First Division of the Tsaritsyn Steel Infantry. Even though I am a propaganda officer, I usually win more than I lose in arm wrestling with the political commissar. We are not armed, but others come to grab us with their bare hands.  I, Bischov, cannot embarrass our Tsaritsyn troops, can I?

    I came up and kicked two of them, and even broke the little finger of the third guy. The other guy later swarmed us and we were outnumbered and caught. However, Commander, we were holding our heads and protecting our chest and abdomen. Although our ribs were sore from the beating.  , at least it¡¯s not broken. If we want to say that we will suffer a loss, I¡¯m afraid the other party will suffer a greater loss!  "

    As the propaganda officer of the 1st Iron Infantry Division Headquarters, the young Yoshka Andreevich Bischov wiped his face a few times, although his nose was bruised and swollen, his face was filled with joy at this moment.  The young man looked so arrogant and high-spirited, and the two guards behind him also grinned and shouted,

    "Division commander, political commissar, don't look at us in such a mess. The three of us knocked down at least four or five of each other. They suffered the most. We didn't embarrass the First Division!"

    "The other party has suffered a loss, so why is it willing to let you back? Could it be that Dzerzhinsky made the call? Political Commissar, what do you think of this matter?" Division Commander Pavlov pondered, waving his hand to Bi  Shaofu and the two guards first went to the military doctor to sort out the wounds that should be applied and bandaged, and then turned to ask their political commissar.

    Political Commissar Dzhugashvili frowned and said hesitantly, "Commander, the other party is probably afraid that we will rush out and fight each other, right? I think it was your tough statement on the phone just now that made the other party a little wary. Chairman Cheka maybe  We really called the Moscow garrison who were surrounding us outside and asked them to restrain themselves and prevent the situation from escalating into a shooting accident!¡±

    "Those who are strong are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives. Send my order. Without the order of my division commander Dmitry Grigorievich, the entire division is absolutely not allowed to lay down its weapons. No one dares to fire at us.  Gun, fight back as soon as possible and beat me to death! If anything happens, I will take the responsibility of the division commander!" Division Commander Pavlov yelled at the combat staff beside the row of wired telephones at the division headquarters.

    At this moment, the division¡¯s confidential staff officer rushed out of the inner room, holding the newly received telegram in his hand, shouting, ¡°Division commander, political commissar, Tsaritsin¡¯s telegram!!!¡±

    Pavlov and Dzhugashvili were greatly refreshed upon hearing this. Comrade division commander rushed forward and grabbed the telegram. When they unfolded it, they found that the content of the telegram was not long:

    From the Headquarters of the Southern Front and the Tenth Army to the 1st Infantry Division of Tsaritsyn Steel, D. G. Pavlov,

    Comrade Pavlov, your ministry has received the first two telegrams regarding the curfew in Moscow and the loss of contact with Comrade Joseph. At this time, the Southern Front Command is in contact with the Central Committee of the Soviet Union and the Supreme Military Council in Moscow to verify the situation via emergency telegrams.

    Until there are new orders from the Southern Front Headquarters and the Tenth Army Headquarters, your troops are stationed at the Moscow University Barracks and are not allowed to act without authorization. You must tell the troops to maintain tolerance and restraint!  The Soviet Red Army must not fight internally. Tsaritsyn¡¯s troops and the Southern Front troops, like the troops in Moscow, are all members of the Soviet Red Army. There is no question of who to hand over their guns to. The Tsaritsyn Steel First Division is determined  The Bolshevik troops must not surrender their guns to anyone!

    Please maintain radio contact at all times. If an unexpected situation occurs and you are too late to obtain instructions from the Southern Front and the Tenth Army, you can accept the personal command of Comrade Ulyanov, the supreme leader of the party, and obey all his orders!

    Victory belongs to the lightThe glorious Soviets, victory belongs to the glorious Tsaritsyn!

    Sergin, Voroshilov and Tsaritsyn

    July 15, 1918 21:50
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