Blyukhel's troops galloped across the steppe like bullets, and it was no longer enough to describe his speed with a furious rush, to put it mildly, Blyukhel had already set a world record, breaking through 1,000 kilometers in ten days, from Omsk Oblast to Irkutsk, he and his boys were completely proud, proud!

But at this moment, Blyukhel did not have the slightest pride or pride, but frowned, like a volcano about to erupt.

"The enemy has already run!"

This news did not surprise Blyukhel at all, and he did not fight any battles along the way, and most of the time, the White army fled. Of course, Blyukhel was not a war maniac, and he did not feel that the enemy was too cowardly, not enjoyable enough or anything. He, like the most ordinary Russian people, wished that the White Army would die out by itself, and that the war would end immediately.

The only reason why his feelings are not high is that he did not complete the tasks assigned by the Military Commission. Failed to catch up with the White Bandits and the Entente intervention forces, and did not recover the gold that belonged to Russia.

"Do you want to keep chasing?" His chief of staff asked.

This way is a furious rush, although the speed is very amazing, but the consumption of troops is even more amazing. To put it mildly, when the cavalry jumped off their horses, they were almost unsteady, and as for the horses, they were even more miserable, and countless of them died of exhaustion.

"Chase!" Blyukhel snorted, "Of course you have to chase!" The White Army must not be allowed to rob the Russian people of the riches! ”

Crossing Irkutsk and pursuing along the southern shore of Lake Baikal to the Selenga River, the galloping Red Army cavalry stopped at a burning broken bridge.

"Sue sù engineer battalion. The pontoon must be erected before it gets dark tonight! Blyukhel put down the sentence, flicked the whip and left. It could be seen from his resolute expression. He'll be chasing him to the end!

Ulan-Ude on the other side of the river. A handful of troops behind the White Army looked at the Red Army on the other side in horror, and if they had a choice, they would definitely turn around and run. It's a pity that they didn't choose, these poor worms are all characters in the White Army who don't love their fathers and grandmothers, and they are cannon fodder used for sacrifice.

"Company commander, do you want to shoot?"

Zhukanenko glared at the goods angrily, and snorted coldly: "Why do you want to shoot? ”

"The Red Bandits are coming over!"

Zhukaninko turned his head directly. said coldly: "Then wait until they rush over!" ”

Zhukaninko's troops did not say anything, nor did his friendly troops, and the White Army, which was responsible for the defense of Ulan-Ude, was the vanguard of the Red Army's crossing of the river.

Blyukhel's troops effortlessly built a bridgehead, and the sappers began to build bridges with great swagger. When hordes of Red Army pontoons poured into Ulan-Ude, what remained in front of them was already an empty city. The White Army, which was responsible for defending the city, had scattered and fled, or had simply surrendered.

Blyukhel wrote in his diary: "My troops have once again regained lost ground without bloodshed, and the further east they go, the weaker the resistance of the White Army becomes, presumably because these counter-revolutionaries have realized that any resistance is meaningless, and that the overall situation has been decided!" I'm confident. The recovery of Siberia and the Far East will be a very simple task, maybe I can solve a qiē with just one armed march! ”

I have to say. Blyukhel was a little too happy, the big picture of the White Army was indeed finished, but this did not mean that they would be captured, for some of the White generals, he would never surrender, he would tell the Bolsheviks in a bloody battle, his ideals and persistence would never be shattered!

"General Capper, you don't need to do that! What's the point of fighting this battle? Russia doesn't need more bloodshed and sacrifices, you've done your duty! ”

Capper's persuasion to the Patriarch only smiled, and according to the Entente group and his agreement, he became the last commander-in-chief of the White Army. To tell the truth, the last commander-in-chief was very miserable, the troops were scattered, and the people's hearts were basically scattered. In fact, the Entente had only one demand for him, that is, to bring these white troops safely to the northeast and set up a government in exile or something.

Capppel, however, had no interest in the government-in-exile, he was a proud man, and he would rather die on the battlefield than survive in the distance.

He replied: "I am a soldier of the Empire, and I have been instilled in the idea since I was a child that I am loyal to my country. Now that the country to which I have devoted my devotion no longer exists, what is the point of my life? I can only die, I will sue the Bolsheviks with death, and the real Russian warriors will not give in to them! ”

The Patriarch wanted to speak and stopped, and only after a long time did he sigh: "Why bother? ”

When Blyukhel arrived at Chita with his troops, he was greeted not by another empty city, and the White Army stationed here did not abandon the city and fled, and even did something that surprised Blyukhel!

Facing the iron hooves of the Red Army cavalry, the White cavalry began to charge-for-tat, and the two galloping troops collided like a tide, causing a splash in the sky.

The shouts of killing, the trampling of horses' hooves, the sound of gunfire. The sound of artillery mingled, and for an hour, the two cavalry repeatedly charged, repeatedly sawing and tangling, until this steppe was stained red with blood!

Sitting on horseback, Blyukhel put down his binoculars and asked: "Whose troops are these?" ”

"Capppel's cavalry."

Blyukhel nodded, and although he didn't say anything more, everyone could see that the army commander frowned even tighter.

Capper's initiative caught Blyukhel off guard, and the Red Army cavalry rushing for thousands of miles was already at the end of the crossbow. Capper's cavalry, on the other hand, was at ease. After some tug-of-war, the cavalry of the Red Army could not support it and was defeated.

"Comrade Blyukhel, the enemy's resistance is fierce, and the comrades are really tired, don't you rest first......

Blyukhel interrupted the staff officer's advances and ordered categorically: "Go on the offensive, we don't have time to rest!" ”

Yes, Blyukhel had realized that he had met the last and most resolute resistance of the White Army, if not to crush Capper's army as much as possible. He will never recover the gold.

"Another telegram to Chabaev. Sue sù him. Whatever he does, be sure to delay the White Army and buy me more time! ”

When Chabaev received the telegram from Blyukher, his mood was rather complicated, the main force of his troops was still behind, and he was followed by a cavalry battalion. And now the number of white troops fleeing to the northeast through the Middle East Road is tens of thousands, to say the least. Is it realistic to block the torrent of tens of thousands of people with a battalion of a few hundred people?

"Vasily. Comrade Chabaev. What we are going to discuss now is not the reasonableness of Comrade Blyukhel's orders. It's about how to get the job done! "Furmanov, as political commissar, chose to stick to principles at a critical moment.

Chabaev smiled bitterly: "Well, what do we do?" ”

Furmanov did not answer, because he did not know what to do, and after a long time he said: "Do you want to ask the commissioner's opinion?" Maybe he has a way? ”

Correspondent?

Chabaev had a strange feeling in his heart, if he had admired this commissioner a little before, he felt that he was very capable. But as they arrived in Irkutsk, as the commissioner became more and more invisible, his perception of the commissioner changed day by day.

Let's put it this way, he always felt that this correspondent was a little too powerful. Not only can he make up and blend in with the White Army, but he can also place them in the White Army. This ability is too outstanding. It's incredible.

Chabaev is not a naïve child, and he does not think that the White Army, who has been fighting with him for more than a year, are all fools, and will not see that his young man is full of flaws. In the past few days, not a single White Army has ever been suspicious, and not even a single White officer or soldier has come to "visit the door."

Anyway, Chabaev thinks it's not normal no matter how you look at it! At this critical juncture, Chabaev knew what the consequences would be of consulting a not-so-normal correspondent. So, he immediately stopped Furmanov and voiced his doubts.

"It's unlikely, isn't it?" Furmanov expressed disbelief.

"I know this suspicion is unfounded, and it's crazy!" Chabaev replied solemnly, "But you have already seen Comrade Blyukher's telegram, and whether we can create enough trouble for the white dog in the future is related to the success or failure of the mission." At such a time, even if there is even the slightest possibility, we must be extremely vigilant! Don't compromise the overall situation because of carelessness! ”

Furmanov was silent for a long time and was silent for a long time before asking: "Then you mean that we don't notify the commissioner and act privately?" ”

Chabaev shook his head, he didn't have such guts, after all, he only had some suspicions, and there was no real evidence, what if there was no problem with the commissioner? Then he didn't offend others miserably, as a special commissioner of the chairman of the Military Commission, it is not as simple as playing to kill a little division commander like him whose father does not love his grandmother and does not kiss him.

After thinking about it, Chabaev replied: "We ...... do it."

While Chabaev was actively trying to figure out a solution, Chita's final battle gradually entered a climax. Blyukhel continued to throw troops into the army without giving an inch, and under the continuous attack, Capppel's cavalry gradually could not support it, and retreated step by step, until it was driven into the city of Chita.

"Kill all the horses and give them to all the soldiers!" Cappele resolutely ordered: "Only when you have a full stomach can you fight to the death with the red bandits!" ”

The horse-killing operation made all the White Army feel a little unusual, and the tense atmosphere suddenly dispersed. In the endless steppe, without horses, it was almost impossible to escape the pursuit of the Red Army cavalry. That is, they will have no other way to go than a decisive battle with the Red Army at Chita.

"You're crazy!"

Feng. Ungean was the first to oppose this order, and according to the previous agreement, Cappere was the commander-in-chief of the White Army, while he was the deputy commander-in-chief. Although the deputy commander-in-chief really doesn't mean much, it's not a high-level title after all.

As deputy commander-in-chief of the White Army, von . Engén felt that she could not afford to watch Capper lead his troops to their deaths.

"Now is not the time to be rash, let alone to be quick and fast. The red bandits have an absolute advantage in terms of troops, and we can't fight hard! And our task is to cover the retreat of Allied troops and civilians, what can we do without horses? ”

Cappell looked at von. Enchen glanced at it and said coldly: "I am the commander-in-chief." You just carry out the order! ”

"What if I refuse!" Feng. Enggen roared.

"Refuse?" Cappel sneered. Said gloomily: "Soldiers have a duty to obey orders. You don't even have the most basic military ethics. What a soldier! Come on, take him down for me! ”

Feng. Enchen was stunned, he didn't expect Capper to turn his face when he said it, but he didn't give him a little face, and suddenly he shouted again: "Capper, don't be too arrogant!" I, the Deputy Commander-in-Chief, have been approved by the Allies, with the consent of the Constitutional Council and the Provisional Cabinet, so why should you arrest me! ”

But such a threat means nothing to Capper. He didn't even want his life, and he would care about the Entente and the Constituent Council. It's hilarious to threaten him.

"Why?" Capper's smile became even colder, and his voice was like a meat grinder: "Just because Lao Tzu is the commander-in-chief!" What are you still doing in a daze, take it! ”

Feng. Engén also tried to struggle, tried to resist, but in front of the hordes of guards, this resistance was nothing short of scratching the itch in the boots. When he was dragged out of the headquarters of Cachapel, the newly appointed deputy commander-in-chief was so wolf-in-chief.

"Capper, you bastard, you're going to kill me if you kind! I'm not done with you! It's endless......"

A gunshot rang out. Feng. This is the end of Engern's sinful life. He couldn't believe that Cappele dared to kill him until the moment he died. This fool underestimated Capper's determination and his hatred of him. Cappere will always remember that it was him and Semenov, the two bastards, who were dragging their feet.

"Kill him like that, isn't it? How to explain it to the Entente group? ”

Facing the worried chief of staff, Cappere smiled indifferently and said: "What's wrong, I just want all the officers and soldiers to see it, and no one wants to escape. I dare to kill Engean, who would dare to defy the law? As for the Entente, hmph, those fools only have gold in their eyes, and as long as the gold is in hand, they won't care about the life or death of our people! ”

Cappele saw through it, and this was the main reason why he did not continue to run away and did not go to the northeast to set up a government-in-exile. In his opinion, the White Army was rotten and completely hopeless, and the establishment of a government in exile was only an opportunity for the Entente to continue to interfere in the internal affairs of Russia in the future. And what's the difference between that and being a dog? As a soldier with a sense of honor, Cappell would rather die on the battlefield and at the hands of the Red Army than be humiliated as a lost dog!

"Capper, this is going to fight us!"

When Blyukhel learned of the White Army's killing of horses and killing von. After Engean's move, he sighed, and then said with a wry smile: "It's not easy to pass this next!" ”

Blyukhel was not wrong at all, and in the next few days his troops would engage in a bitter decisive battle with Capppel's forces, with both sides fighting to the death!

A few hundred kilometers away, the Entente intervention forces were carrying some refugees and a large amount of gold in triumphantly turning towards the northeast and the sea, and their mood was quite high-pitched.

In the dining car, Li Erwen tasted the food and wine with satisfaction, she hadn't been in such a good mood for a long time, it can be said that since a certain immortal appeared, she has not had a good day, always racking her brains to calculate, always trying to revenge. And today, she has succeeded for the most part. As long as he arrived in Manchuria, under the response of the Japanese Kwantung Army, a certain immortal basically had to admit defeat.

"Your telegram!"

Learvin's good mood reached its peak after receiving this telegram, she hurriedly put it away close to her, wiped her mouth casually, and hurriedly left the dining car.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, my men have discovered Andrei. Petrovich's trail, I need your support! ”

The Patriarch slowly raised his head and looked at the telegram handed over by Li Erwen, and the expression on his face was very strange. It took him a moment before he asked, "Is the news accurate?" ”

Learvine replied confidently: "It should be true, this is the message delivered by my agents hidden inside the Bolsheviks, and there is no question of reliability." ”

The Patriarch nodded slowly and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?" ”

"I want you to send me a reliable person, I need him to go with me to confirm the accuracy of this information."

"No problem."

Li Erwenxing hurried away, and with him were not only the assistants sent to her by the Patriarch, but also nearly a regiment of soldiers. It can be seen that Learwin is determined to win this time.

"Will your plan work, old man?" Furmanov, who was lying in the grass, asked worriedly, "It's self-defeating, we're done!" ”

"I know!" Chabaev spit out the grass roots in his mouth and said hatefully: "But if we don't give it a try, once the worst happens, we can't afford it!" ”

Furmanov spoke, and he sincerely prayed that the worst would not happen, otherwise the fun would be too great!

Time passed minute by minute, Fuermanov stared straight ahead, without blinking, I don't know how long it took, he felt his eyes sore and swollen, and just when he couldn't help blinking, the grass under him trembled slightly.

"Cavalry! A large number of cavalry" Chabaev's face turned pale, he opened his mouth and said with great difficulty: "At least one regiment!" (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you to the glorious charter, the sand prodigy, the second kill potato, hzwangdd and comrade Juventus!