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Volume 3 Far East Story Chapter 679 (2) Even a pig¡¯s brain cannot think like this

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    Kobozev, the political commissar of the group army, blushed when he saw this. He waved his hands and explained hurriedly,

    "Of course no one dares to doubt the loyalty of Comrade Tukhachevsky and all the officers and men of the 2nd Army to the Soviet Union. Am I not taking precautions in the bud? Where are you thinking? This is all screwed up. That's not what I meant at all.  ! Mikhail Nikolayevich, as the political commissar of the army, do I have this responsibility to protect you and the 2nd army! "Don't get me wrong!"

    Tukhachevsky¡¯s face, which had been gloomy for a long time, finally managed to squeeze out a smile. Unexpectedly, Baryakin interjected without knowing the current situation,

    "Mikhail Nikolayevich, Kolchak asked me to send you a message. If you can hand over Saransk and take the 2nd Army to the All-Russian Provisional Government in Kazan, he will appoint you as  Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the White Guards and Deputy Chief of General Staff, the whole of the First Army will remain and continue to accept your direct command, and a Cossack Cavalry Division will be expanded. The money for the house girls in Kazan City is entirely up to you!"

    Perhaps Balyakin had fully imitated Kolchak's tone of inviting surrender and accepting rebels. Anyway, this untimely message seemed particularly harsh at this moment. Before Tukhachevsky could say anything, a group of Soviet Russians  The Red Army division commanders swarmed up and gave Balyakin another good beating.

    "I asked you to come and surrender on Kolchak's behalf! I can't beat you to death, and my name is not Xia Boyang!"

    "Baliakin, you White Guard lackey, you actually dare to ask our great and glorious Second Army to surrender. I, you, are really itchy and need to be beaten!" The person who said this was Yakir, the commander of the 4th Division.

    "One punch to the left, one punch to the right, and I'll give you a knee-bump. If you don't speak, you'll die. Why didn't the Cossacks beat you to death outside the city first?" Korke, commander of the 1st Division, apparently worked in Moscow.  I had practiced boxing and kicking a lot when I was a worker, and a few punches from the black hands were quite lethal.

    The political commissar of the group army, Kobozev, was a little at a loss. He felt that Balyakin had been wronged in vain, and he also felt that his intervention could easily be mistaken by the division commanders who were a little violent under pressure and thought that he had ulterior motives and had colluded in advance.  Baliakin wanted to frame the army commander Tukhachevsky.

    "Stop it all!" Tukhachevsky shouted, went up and pushed the crowd away, and rescued Balyakin, the political commissar of the Political Propaganda Department of the headquarters, from being beaten and kicked. Of course, by the way,  It was a hard swing. Balyagin staggered around a few times as if he was drunk, sat down on the ground, hugged Tukhachevsky's thick legs and howled,

    "Commander, look at how unreasonable our division commanders are. I am your messenger going over there to deliver a message, not Kolchak's messenger coming here to deliver a message. Kolchak asked me to bring a message to you.  , can I keep it from you? How can I explain it to you and the political commissar if I miss something important?

    What's wrong with me to deserve this? You can shoot me. I wasn't beaten to death by the Cossack commanders. I was almost beaten to death by Xia Boyang and Yakir. What else, Korke did it?  The hands are so damn dark!  I have the guts to wait until I recover from my injuries and challenge you to a duel!  "

    This unlucky guy, Balyakin, had bruises on his lips and blood on his nose, and his eyes were beaten black and blue like pandas. He hugged the thick legs of his army commander and cried loudly. He really didn't dare to hug him.  If you don't hold on to the political commissar's legs, otherwise you will be more likely to be used by these unreasonable and rough Red Army division commanders as the scapegoat for the political commissar's ulterior motives to frame Tukhachevsky!

    "Baliakin, say it again. Don't miss a word. Guard, close the door to the conference room. No one is allowed to come in without an order!" Tukhachevsky gave the order with a livid face and motioned to his guards.  After helping Balyakin up, he managed to free his legs. The military uniform was already stained by Balyakin's nosebleeds and tears.

    Baryakin's body bones are really strong, and the bridge of his nose is not broken. The military doctor on the side made a cotton ball and stuffed it, and the nosebleed stopped. The guy sat on the chair and thought that he was the messenger this time.  The whole process was retold, and the order was not disturbed or missed. Under Tukhachevsky's stern eyes, several division commanders did not dare to interrupt Balyakin's narration noisily.

    "Exchange one prisoner for another? Then get around a group of captured civilians who dug up trouble for the White Guards? What was Kolchak's idea?" Tukhachevsky was obviously a little confused, and the other party refused to exchange everything.  There is nothing wrong with taking prisoners and demanding the right ones in exchange. Why should we send back thousands of captured civilians who have not evacuated from all over the country?

    "Comrade Commander, we only have one living prisoner of war, and we can only exchange for one of our people who has returned. At most, we don't need those ordinary people. If there are more mouths in the city, the food supply will be tighter. If there are more people, it will cause trouble.  What's more, these ordinary people who were reluctant to leave their hometowns and fled were unwilling to enter the city in the first place. It was clear that they were sympathizers of the White Guards and not with us Bolsheviks.The food has been robbed by the Cossacks again, what are we doing here?  "

    The Moscow Machinery Factory worker who spoke was a Bolshevik-born commander of the 4th Infantry Division, Yakir. After winning a battle in the south of the city this afternoon, his popularity in the 3rd Army surged. Tukhachevsky had officially moved to Novgorod.  The front army headquarters reported to recommend Yakir as the commander of the 4th Infantry Division. Of course, the enemy situation and urgent messages for help were also sent out simultaneously.

    "By the way, Commander, Balyakin said that Melekhov is still alive, so we have to exchange him first. This cavalry battalion commander is a brave man. He fought in the town of Sterli Tamak in the Battle of Ufa.  Called a lone hero, of course, he was almost unlucky. This time, in order to give Pasboev a break, he folded himself in!" Xia Boyang interrupted abruptly.

    "Comrades, listen to me. I, Kolchak, may not have good intentions. I have always doubted whether he had three cavalry divisions rushed to Saransk. If he had three divisions, he would be absolutely dead in the south of the city.  There will not be only one cavalry battalion arranged, and Yakir's attack with the infantry regiment will not be so smooth. Moreover, if there are three divisions of troops, Kolchak is such a proud guy, and his troops suffered a loss in the south of the city.  Can we not find this place to launch an attack?" Tukhachevsky frowned.

    "Commander, if you say so, it's true. Balyakin has never seen the Kolchaks before, let alone the Cossack cavalry division commanders under him. Not to mention those three division commanders.  It's a human being, and even Kolchak is not real. If there is indeed only one cavalry division from the other side surrounding us outside the city, can you believe that Kolchak left the main force of the other four cavalry divisions alone and led only one cavalry division himself?  Are you going to attack Saransk? No pig¡¯s brain can come to this conclusion!¡±

    Beiyang:

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