Li Xiaofeng's words caused Lenin to think deeply, and for the first time, the mentor thought of the old question of the appointment of officers that he had discussed with someone, and at that time, the answer given by his old man was the political commissar, so he naturally asked: "How is the training on Brusilov's side going?" ”

Li Xiaofeng was a little speechless, and the crash course didn't graduate in ten days, right? 50% of the loyal political commissars selected by your old man from the party are rookies who have never shot a gun, and the military training of college students has to be practiced for a month, and your old man wants people in less than half a month, which is simply true.

"Comrade Lenin, it was too hasty, according to the original plan, it was only necessary to train for three months......"

Before Li Xiaofeng finished speaking, the mentor interrupted him: "Time is pressing, the party and the revolution urgently need political commissars, this batch will practice for a month first, and then make up for the ...... when there is time later."

Li Xiaofeng was speechless directly, this is faster than the first phase of Huangpu, people have trained for half a year, and you have directly shortened it to one-sixth, what is the point of this practice?

"Of course it makes sense!" Lenin said very seriously, "Without training, they have no military quality at all, and through this month's training, I dare not say that they will become qualified soldiers, but they can feel what a real soldier is!" ”

The tutor has already made up his mind, Li Xiaofeng naturally can't say anything, instead of worrying about the political commissar of the military training level of these college students, he might as well think about it, how to face Brusilov's anger, that old man is much more difficult to deal with than the tutor, like this kind of child's play, if you don't get it right, it will anger him!

What a headache! Li Xiaofeng rubbed his temples in annoyance.

The members of the first phase of the political commissar training course, who are undergoing military training in Finland, have no idea that their military training career will soon be over, and at this moment, they are still enduring the torture of Brusilov, which is really worse than death!

Petrovsky, a Bolshevik and an active soldier, was selected for the first class of the political commissar training course. This is not the first time he has been trained at a base in Finland. Last time. Or when he was selected to serve as a guard in Tekko. After a month of assault training, he successfully completed the work of defending Comrade Lenin. And this time, he was honorably elected as the reserve political commissar, and he was both honored and proud of the mission and responsibility he was about to shoulder.

Back at the base in Finland, everything here is so familiar, at first. Petrovsky thought that he would still be trained by Mannerheim, but when he saw Brusilov's resolute old face, he was completely stupid!

He never imagined that he would be taught by a former Tsarist commander-in-chief, but with Mannerheim's precedent, he was the fastest student in the same class to return to normal.

Petrovsky comforted himself in his heart: it was nothing more than a change to a more famous general. What's all the fuss.

Soon, however, Petrovsky realized that he was wrong, and that he was very wrong. If Mannerheim can be described harshly, then Brusilov is the harshest of the devils. Every day will squeeze their physical strength greatly, until all their physical strength is squeezed out, and they will not be let go.

Even those who are trained are hardcore party members who are passionate about the party and the revolution, but under the crazy training of Brusilov. I also feel unbearable.

Before. When training at the base in Finland, Petrovsky would wake up early. Reading a book or memorizing words, and now, even if he wakes up early, he won't get up, he desperately needs to lie in bed for a while so that he can accumulate enough courage before he dares to grit his teeth and get up to face the pain of a new day at the whistle of the instructor.

So, now, although Petrovsky is awake, he lies quietly, motionless, listening to the snoring in the barracks with his eyes closed, while waiting for the instructor to blow the whistle.

Time passed quickly. When the second hand of the clock on the wall was in a straight line with the minute hand, the door to the barracks was kicked open, and the sharp whistle reached everyone's ears.

Then there was the loud shouting of the instructor: "Get up!" ”

The shrill whistle stimulated the eardrums of everyone in the room, and in the panic, the pre-political commissars who were still asleep woke up. Everyone immediately jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on pants and shoes, rushed out of the barracks, and ran to the instructor.

"Line up!" The instructor roared with exhaustion.

In fact, even without his roar, the reserve commissars were lining up in order of high and low - but Nikolai. Nikolaevich just likes to yell at them. It seems that if he doesn't yell at these rookie eggs, he will feel uncomfortable. And his old headmaster, Brusilov, once told him that as an instructor, he must behave extremely fiercely in front of the recruits. Be as fierce as a tyrant or a man-eating beast. Make every recruit feel fearful, and then they will obediently obey orders.

So, Nikolayevich opened his eyes wide and glared at every recruit who rushed out of the barracks and ran to him with the fiercest gaze he could, watched them line up, and shouted: "Listen to my orders, turn right!" Run forward! ”

When the whole team was running, Nikolayevich shouted again: "All of them, listen to my orders!" Two tigers, two tigers, run fast...... Ready, sing! ”

So the preparatory commissars sang along with him: "Two tigers, run fast, run fast......"

Petrovsky was singing, too, and his voice was as loud as everyone else's, but he didn't really want to sing the song at all — not because it was a difficult song to sing, but because it was a children's song. As a glorious revolutionary soldier, he can accept "Marseillaise" or "The Internationale", and he can let his dignified man sing children's songs like a little hairy child, which is really awkward.

Petrovsky didn't understand why he had to make everyone sing this song in the early morning run. No matter how you look at it, this song is really child's play. It is not at all possible to show the momentum of revolutionary soldiers.

Of course, there is only a certain immortal who can have such a bad taste, and there are countless versions of this famous "Two Tigers", such as the Whampoa Military Academy in later generations, which sang about defeating the great powers, and at that time this song was called "National Revolutionary Song".

Li Xiaofeng just changed to a more joyful version of the children's rhyme, but this is not because he likes to toss around, mainly because the old-fashioned Brusilov is ready to let the preparatory political commissars sing some more conservative songs, and a certain immortal is more willing to promote revolutionary songs. Quarrel and quarrel. No one is convinced of anyone. As a result, I compromised and sang children's songs.

To be honest, this is very appropriate, in the opinion of Brusilov and his instructors, these so-called preparatory political commissars are just a bunch of little children, and it is just right for them to sing nursery rhymes. Of course, the instructors generally start at the beginning, and they also feel that it is embarrassing to sing "Two Tigers". So they are more willing to force their soldiers to sing "Two Tigers" loudly. Every time they see the aggrieved looks of the little soldiers, they will feel very comfortable.

Petrovsky did not like "Two Tigers", did not like to sing it, and did not like to listen to it. And it's not just him, among the reserve commissars, there are the overwhelming majority of people who don't like it. But they had to sing it out loud. Because the camp clearly stipulates that anyone who refuses to sing or does not sing loudly will be punished.

Of course, singing nursery rhymes is embarrassing, but what is even more unbearable is the daily training schedule: wake up at 6 o'clock, run for 30 minutes and sing loudly, then wash up and eat breakfast in 15 minutes, and then there is endless training - monotonous physical training until everyone is exhausted, and then everyone goes to bed.

Of course. If Brusilov or some instructor is in a good mood. Or they are in a bad mood, and there will be one or two emergency gatherings or field exercises or something in the evening.

This is the life of the preparatory commissars. A monotonous, hard and regular life, but hardly anyone likes it. Even people like Petrovsky, who had become accustomed to life in the barracks, complained about the training life arranged for them from above, not to mention the workers and students who had never held a gun and had never lived in a group.

A lot of people want to go, but that's just a thought. Before coming, all the probationary political commissars were solemnly told that if they agreed to receive training, they would not quit until the end of the training, and they would not divulge anyone or anything related to the training, otherwise they would be regarded as treason against the party.

That is, if the poor preparatory commissars still want to mix in the Bolsheviks, then they can only be honestly trained until the end.

"Stand upright!"

With Nikolayevich's shouts, the team quickly stopped, and the singing disappeared without a trace in an instant. The hard, disgusting time for running and singing was over, and the preparatory commissars waited with anticrative anticipation for the Devil Instructor to announce their disbandment, and then immediately went to the cafeteria for breakfast...... Everyone's eyes are green when they are already hungry.

But Nikolayevich did not immediately announce the dissolution, as usual, "gentlemen," he began, "I have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

The reserve commissars were silent, this is the old trick of the damned Nikolayevich, once upon a time, when they first arrived at the Finnish base, they were punished several times. Regardless of whether they want to hear good news or bad news first, as long as they open their mouths, it means that they have made a mistake, they are soldiers, and it is their duty to obey orders, no matter what the news is, they can only listen silently, and must not ask questions.

Nikolayevich looked at his subordinates with satisfaction, these fools have finally learned to be smart. There is no endless babbling like the beginning. Of course, learning smartly also meant that Nikolaevich had to come up with new ideas to have fun for himself.

Of course, as an old instructor, Nikolaevich was never short of new ideas, and soon he came up with a good idea.

"I'll give you good news first," he cleared his throat, "gentlemen, your three-month military training will be shortened to one month!" ”

"Thank God! Thank you to the Virgin Mary! Thanks, Yahweh! ”

The excited, reserve commissars began to thank the gods from all walks of life, but fortunately it was the old officer group headed by Brusilov who trained them. Changing to an old-fashioned color like Comrade Steel, they have to peel off a layer of skin on the spot because they can't control their mouths.

When Nikolayevich announced that the wrinkle of devil training was shortened to a month, everyone immediately cheered. But the next second, the cheers stopped abruptly.

Because Nikolaevich then announced: "And the bad news I'm going to tell you is that the training time has been drastically reduced. To ensure the quality of your training, double the intensity from today! ”

The news was so terrifying that the preparatory commissars present were speechless with astonishment.

Of course, Nikolayevich would not be surprised, and he smiled evilly: "Gentlemen, in view of your disorganized and undisciplined behavior just now, the breakfast time has been shortened to five minutes. This will be followed by a five-kilometer armed cross-country training. Good luck! ”

A week later......

"I'm going to die, when is this damn field training going to be a head!"

Even if there was no turning back, Petrovsky knew who was complaining. Except for the guy named Maxim, it won't be anyone else. Although everyone didn't like the training that was going on, he was the only one who would shout loudly. And this kind of shouting has no benefit at all, it will only make the mood of the additional officers worse, and then make their training intensity double again.

Really. Nikolayevich roared at him: "Maxim, if you talk more, don't think about lunch today!" After a pause, he commanded magnanimously: "Stop advancing!" Take a 10-minute break! ”

The team immediately stopped moving as ordered, and everyone sat casually on both sides of the road as if relieved. A few tired guys were simply lying on the ground.

Nikolayevich was of course dissatisfied with the performance of his soldiers, but he did not intend to blame them too much, no matter who was fully armed and had gone through a long day and a night of training, he would feel tired. Even if it's himself, it's enough to choke now. Anyway, it's not on the battlefield, and it's okay to take a little rest, but the reality is completely different from what Nikolai imagined.

Just while Nikolayevich was sitting on the ground gasping for breath. A strange but familiar voice suddenly reached his ears. It was like the rhythmic sound of machine gun fire.

Where is the gunfire in this wilderness? Nikolayevich thought stupidly, but immediately he woke up. Waving his arms and shouting, "Enemy attack, find cover!" As he spoke, he kicked Maxim off the roadbed.

With Nikolayevich's voice, the whole team immediately went into chaos.

"Get cover! Find cover! ”

"Where is the enemy? I can't see them! ”

"Who's attacking us?"

As the commissar was scrambling around for cover and looking for the enemy's position, the sound of machine-gun fire became more and more harsh. The only thing to be thankful for is that the enemy's accuracy seems to be very poor, and he just knocked them into a dusty pile of ten or dozens of meters in front of them, and did not hit any targets, so there were no casualties, so there were no casualties for the time being.

But anyway, everyone was knocked unconscious, some people started shooting indiscriminately, and the scene began to become more and more chaotic.

In the midst of this chaos, Petrovsky searched as fast as he could for himself a waist-deep canal in a roadside farmland that looked like a safe enough cover. He threw himself headlong into the ditch, quickly threw down his marching backpack, and began to look for the source of the gunfire.

Petrovsky did not find any trace of the enemy at first, they hid well. Soon, though, a few dark shadows in the distant forest caught his attention. Petrovsky didn't know if it was an enemy or not, so he craned his neck and looked cautiously in the direction of the shadow.

But as soon as he raised his head, a string of machine-gun bullets flew over and struck the ridge in front of Petrovsky with great accuracy, stirring up a flurry of dust that frightened him to shrink his head.

"The enemy is in the woods!" Petrovsky hissed and exclaimed.

After a short panic, Nikolayevich finally calmed down his young men, hid under the roadbed, and quickly launched a counterattack on the enemy in the dense forest, PK machine guns frantically sprayed tongues of fire, hitting the branches and leaves of the trees, and several pine trees that were not strong enough were swept in two on the spot.

"Well done!" Nikolaevich happily patted the machine gunner on the shoulder, "Hold them down!" We'll be able to win soon! ”

It can only be said that Nikolayevich was too optimistic, and he had to face an enemy with more than just a few machine guns, and with a few dull explosions from the mortars, shells rained down on Nikolayevich's ranks.

Nikolayevich's nerves were seriously stimulated by the overwhelming sound of the explosions, and from the frequency of the shelling alone, he knew that he was probably encountering a large number of enemies, and the only thing to be thankful for was that the shells fired by the other side seemed to be counterfeit and shoddy, and they did not seem to have any lethal power except for the ability to create large clouds of smoke.

Just when Nikolayevich was secretly rejoicing, his nose twitched, as if something was wrong with the smell of this smoke. Before he could react, the intense excitement instantly overwhelmed him.

He coughed and screamed, "Tear gas, put on your gas mask......"

However, he reminded that it was too late, and the enemy's machine guns began to fire again, and just by listening to the sound, he knew that there were at least ten machine guns spraying bullets, and it was impossible to wear gas masks with peace of mind in this situation, not to mention that there was more than tear gas in this smoke.

After inhaling a few puffs of smoke, Petrovsky's tears and snot flowed uncontrollably, and then a whirlwind sensation came over him, and as he struggled to put on his gas mask, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then he lost consciousness...... (To be continued.) )