"Why are you holding me, what crime have I committed! Let Denikin come to me and let him give me an explanation! ”

Mironov grabbed the iron fence with both hands and roared continuously, but none of the jailers around him paid any attention to him, let him shout and let him swear, but he didn't hear it.

Indeed, compared to the noisy Mironov, vodka is more loving, and he can't hear any noise when he gets dizzy anyway.

An hour later, Mironov's voice was hoarse, and he had to sit on the ground in a daze, looking at the snoring jailer in a daze.

Looking back on these days, Mironov was a little speechless, when he had just joined the White Army, when he was warmly welcomed by Denikin's generals, at that time he thought that he had found a real organization, and then he could let go of it.

But who would have thought that the world is as black as a crow, and the White Army's approach is better than that of the Red Army. What's even more infuriating is that Denikin, who warmly welcomed him, didn't arrange a job for him at all, so he could only stay in the room and slowly get moldy.

At that time, Mironov knew what politics was, and he was just a pawn, and he could only be at the mercy of others.

Now, for example, he was thrown into prison for some reason, and no one accused him of any crime, and no one listened to his explanation, as if he were just a hairless hair.

Tomorrow he may be taken to the execution ground, hanged or headshot, and in the future historians will write only in a mocking tone: "A poor worm named Mironov has been killed, and he is accused of ...... What is the crime? ”

Of course, more likely. A pawn like him simply can't get into the eyes of historians. He is as forgotten by history as hundreds of nameless corpses on the battlefield.

The cellar, which had been temporarily converted into a cell, was damp. After a day of being roasted by the sun outside, the steaming water vapor made the small cell extremely stuffy, and squatting in it was like taking a sauna, even if you didn't do anything, you would be wet all over.

Mironov wiped his sweat, slowly walked to the cell door, and shouted in a hoarse voice to the jailer who was sleeping on the other side: "Is there any water?" Get some water! ”

The chubby jailer stretched his waist, looked impatiently at Mironov, who disturbed his sleep, and scolded: "What are you yelling about?" If you howl again, I'll tear your mouth! ”

"I want water!" Mironov emphasized.

"Drink water?" The jailer looked at him and laughed weirdly, "Who the do you think you are?" Thought this was the place? ”

"I want water!" Mironov roared angrily.

This startled the chubby jailer, but immediately he became vicious, and he rushed to Mironov with his fat buttocks, unbuttoned his trouser belt, and took out the words and said with a cruel smile: "If you want to drink water, then let you drink enough!" ”

Mironov had never suffered such a great humiliation, and looking at the jailer who was constantly smiling, he was really sad.

All night. Mironov was having all sorts of nightmares, when the roosters crowed in the early morning. He couldn't help but burst into tears, he knew that it was better to die under the ruins in the first place, at least it was a well-deserved death, at least there were his comrades by his side, whether he went to hell or heaven, he would not be lonely.

And now, he was alone in a cage, with no one around to speak...... Just as a hundred flavors came to Mironov's heart, an angry roar came from the direction of the cell door: "Mironov, get out!" ”

A few minutes later, Mironov, who was tightly handcuffed and shackled, was escorted out of the dungeon, and the dazzling sunlight pierced him so that he could not open his eyes.

Mironov was shoved, and the two jailers shouted in an extremely impatient tone: "Go quickly, don't be sluggish." ”

Mironov stood up straight with anger and asked, "Where are you taking me?" ”

"Special Court." One of the jailers gave him an impatient explanation, and then pushed him again. In the midst of constant pushing, Mironov was brought into the dock, and he glanced at the judge opposite, then at the extremely rudimentary courtroom, and was about to ask why, when the drunken bearded judge spoke.

"Defendant Mironov, do you plead guilty?"

Mironov was a little crying and laughing, why did he ask people not to admit guilt in the first place? I haven't figured out what's going on yet!

"What crime have I committed?" He asked rhetorically, without humility.

The judge burped, "Uh, you're not going to plead guilty?" ”

Mironov held back his anger and asked: "You accuse me of committing a crime, there must be a crime and evidence!" ”

The judge snorted and said as a matter of course: "Your crime is true, and the evidence is sufficient, and you cannot deny it!" ”

Lao Tzu met two hundred and five, Mironov sighed again, the drunk in front of him seemed to have decided that he was guilty, so what else is there to say? Mironov decided to protest with silence!

"If you don't speak, you're acquiescing!"

Who would have thought that the drunken judge was not ordinary ruthless, looking at that posture, if Mironov didn't open his mouth again, he probably wouldn't have a chance to speak.

Immediately, he shouted angrily: "What kind of bullshit logic is this, I refuse to admit my guilt, and I refuse to recognize your legitimacy!" A drunk cat like you doesn't qualify for court! ”

Who would have thought that the drunken judge did not take Mironov seriously at all, shouting: "Contempt of court, the crime is added to the ...... of the first degree"

"On the trial of the Mironov case, there has been a result." Wrangel looked at Denikin with some smugness, "According to our investigation and interrogation, it is unanimously determined that Mironov is a spy of the Red Bandits......"

"The results came out so quickly?" Denikin sneered and asked, "You're too efficient, aren't you?" ”

Wrangel's face froze, and he immediately emphasized: "The evidence of the crime is conclusive, and it is normal to be fast." ”

Denikin smiled playfully and teased, "I really want to hear a little unusual evidence, but in my opinion, your so-called interrogation is simply a formality. At least judging by the trial transcripts. It's just a joke! ”

Denikin was right. The trial was actually a formality arranged by Wrangel, he had to kill Mironov, and he had to make the charges convicted, so that he could attack Denikin, so he immediately shouted: "You are flouting the special court!" ”

Denikin sneered: "I'm just telling the truth, if you try to frame Mironov with this kind of trick, I can only sue you - daydreaming!" ”

For a while, Denikin and Wrangel were tense, and the strong smell of gunpowder could be smelled three miles away. No way. The case of who made Mironov is no longer just a matter of Mironov's life and death, but a matter of fierce power conflict between Denikin and Wrangel. No one wants to lose power, and naturally no one will back down.

However, such a quarrel is meaningless, no one has the ability to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, and Mironov's case can only be stalemate.

"Judging from the trial records, the presiding judge is completely unqualified, and I strongly demand that there be a judge who can truly represent the justice of the law, instead of letting a drunkard fill the numbers!"

When Denikin proposed this proposal, Wrangel certainly couldn't accept it, and Judge Drunken Cat was his man. If you change to Denikin's person, can you face him?

He was just about to stand up against it. Aleksandrovich, who was next to him, kicked him under the table, and Wrangel was slightly stunned, not understanding what someone meant.

Aleksandrovich gave Wrangel a reassuring look and said with a smile: "Since His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief thinks that the judge is unqualified and does not match your intentions, then it is better to change it to the one you like, anyway, we are full of confidence in the relevant evidence, no matter who presides over the trial, it will not be able to cover up Mironov's crime!" ”

Denikin was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Aleksandrovich to become so talkative, because he had the same calculation as Wrangel, and he could not let those trumped-up charges be carried out no matter what he did.

At first, he thought that this was unlikely, after all, Wrangel was not stupid and would prevent him from coming to do so. The ideal outcome would be for each side to step back and send a judge to hear the case. Once the plan to go south is successful and he gets rid of the current predicament, then his position will naturally be consolidated, and no one will be interested in this case at that time, and naturally Wrangel's offensive will be self-defeating.

And now, the young hairy boy didn't bargain, and actually gave him the initiative, Denikin was simply overjoyed, and quickly made a final decision!

"How can you surrender the power of interrogation to Denikin!" Wrangel asked Alexander Lovech with annoyance, "Don't you know that his people will deny the accusation and acquit the red bandit!" ”

Aleksandrovich was not in a hurry at all, and replied slowly: "Of course I know, in fact all of us know that as long as the trial is held tomorrow, Mironov will definitely be innocent!" ”

Wrangel was in a hurry, yesterday he thought that Aleksandrovich was very level, and with such a capable person to help, why not be able to oust Denikin from power. But today, he categorically overturned all his previous good impressions, and felt that someone was a hairy boy who had more than enough success and more than failure!

Aleksandrovich looked at the angry Wrangel and actually laughed, which made Wrangel even more annoyed.

"It's all this time, how can you still laugh?" He asked.

Aleksandrovich remained calm and replied unhurriedly: "Do you think Denikin will win tomorrow?" ”

Wrangel was stunned and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it?" ”

Aleksandrovich replied with great confidence: "Of course not, I expected this for a long time!" ”

Wrangel frowned and expressed his suspicions, he thought that someone was bragging, but what Alexander Lovech said next immediately opened his eyes!

"Now everyone in the army thinks that the trial must be held tomorrow, and Mironov will definitely be innocent. But what if the court can't be held tomorrow? ”

Wrangel asked suspiciously, "You mean to kill the judge appointed by Denikin?" This action is too big and will definitely anger Denikin's ......"

Aleksandrovich dispelled his doubts in one bite: "Of course you can't make a move against the judge, then the fool knows that you did it?" What are the benefits? ”

"And what do you mean?"

Looking at Wrangel for unknown reasons, Alexander Lovech laughed and said, "Think about it. If tomorrow Mironov cannot go to court. What does that mean? ”

Wrangel was stunned for a moment. Then he was happy, "You mean to kill him tonight?" As he spoke, he made a gesture of wiping his neck, but he immediately reacted and said to himself, "This won't work!" The whole army knows that I don't like that red bandit, if he dies, I will be the most suspicious, didn't I give the handle to Denikin at that time? This will not work! This will not work! ”

Aleksandrovich, however, said inscrutablely: "Mironov is dead." Of course, you're the most suspicious, but what about him escaping from prison? ”

Wrangel suddenly came to his senses and blurted out: "Then Denikin is the most suspicious!" Everyone knows that he wants to keep that red bandit! ”

Saying that, Wrangel began to get excited and began to be happy, if Mironov escaped from prison, then tomorrow will have fun. However, he still has doubts: "But everyone knows that after the trial tomorrow, Mironov will be acquitted and escape from prison at this time." Doesn't seem to make sense? ”

Aleksandrovich shook his head and corrected: "Not necessarily! You can totally say that. This was because Denikin knew that Mironov's guilt was conclusive, and had to use delaying tactics to buy time to help him escape from prison. You can even say that Denikin and Mironov are in the same group, and they are both spies of the Red Bandits. ”

"Will anyone believe it?" Wrangel asked.

Aleksandrovich sneered: "It's not a matter of believing it or not, all we need is this result." Anyway, no one will suspect that we let Mironov go! ”

Wrangel thought about it, it was indeed this reason, no one could doubt that he would let go of that guy who had been shouting at Mironov, no matter how you looked at it, Denikin, who had always defended Mironov, was the most suspicious. And he just needs to grasp this point to make a fuss, Denikin is absolutely speechless!

Seeing that Wrangel agreed, Aleksandrovich said: "We can even do a little more clever and frame Denikin by the way!" ”

Wrangel's eyes lit up and he asked rhetorically, "You mean ......?"

In the middle of the night, the chubby hellman was napping against the mouth of the cellar with a bottle of vodka in his hand, completely unaware that a terrible change was about to unfold before his eyes.

"Hey, wake up! Wake up! ”

The fat jailer opened his eyes with difficulty, and a captain stood in front of him, looking at him impatiently.

"Hello, sir!" The jailer quickly straightened his back and saluted, but he drank too much, and in a daze, he straightened his chest and fell to the ground, and fell into a dog to eat.

"Bastard, hurry up and don't waste my time!" The captain kicked him impatiently.

For the jailer who was half-drunk and didn't see people ghosted, he didn't feel pain at all, but he still got up from the ground very "quickly", and a smile appeared on his fat face.

"What do you command? Sir? He asked in a flattering tone.

"I was ordered to interrogate Mironov and bring people out quickly!"

The jailer was a little stunned, and subconsciously looked at the sky, the night was bright and the stars were sparse, no matter how you looked at it, it was the middle of the night, who interrogated the prisoner in the middle of the night?

Suddenly the fight was a stirring, and he tried to keep his eyes open wide, trying to see the captain's face clearly, but several hospitable "friends" poured him too much alcohol at night, and it was okay not to concentrate, and the more he concentrated, the more dizzy he felt, and the violent dizziness almost made him vomit.

He endured his nausea and asked, "Please show me the text, Mironov is a felon, and no one can see him without the order of General Denikin." “

The captain became more and more impatient, took out a copy of the text from his pocket, and slapped it on the fat jailer's face, "Keep your dog's eyes open, I'm General Denikin's chief of guard, Nikolai. Captain Ivanovich! Your Excellency the General is now going to interrogate Mironov at once! ”

The fat jailer tried to keep his eyes open, first at Captain Ivanovich, and then at Wen Jiàn three times before he was convinced that Wen Jiàn was real. Since it was Denikin's order, and it was Denikin's chief of security who came, he naturally had to carry it out. But in his heart, he greeted the commander-in-chief who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and likes to have nothing to do, anyway, he will be released tomorrow, what are you tossing around in the middle of the night?

Of course, he also had a little speculation, maybe General Denikin was going to confess to Mironov? After all, the whole army is watching tomorrow's trial, and you can't be as embarrassed as Wrangel when you go through the motions, right?

Mironov was taken away, and the chubby jailer took two more sips of vodka, which would put him back to sleep...... This fat jailer slept so soundly! Until the sun rises, until the person who really interrogated Mironov shakes him awake.

"What about people?" The leading officer asked viciously.

The fat jailer was a little confused, and asked inexplicably, "Who is it?" ”

"Mironov!"

The fat jailer narrowed his eyes, tried to think about it for a while, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and blurted out: "Last night was not killed by General Denikin's chief of guard, Nikolai. Did Captain Ivanovich take it away? ”

The officer at the head was stunned for a while, and then raised his hand and gave the fat jailer a mouth: "Nonsense, when did I mention the prisoner last night?" ”

The fat jailer covered his red and swollen face and asked cautiously, "Who are you?" ”

The officer viciously grabbed the fat jailer by the placket and shouted, "I am Nikolai. Ivanovich! ”

This answer sent the fat jailer into the ice cave, cold sweat constantly rolling down his huge head, and he knew that what awaited him was definitely not a good thing! (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you Comrade Juventus!