Mironov did not stand out in previous battles against the Czech Corps and the Krasnov gang. The troops he organized were more of a guerrilla force, attacking and harassing the rear of the White Army, and taking advantage of the cold.

However, military genius shines no matter what the situation, and even in such petty battles, Mironov showed unusual talent. In a little more than a month, his guerrilla force grew rapidly, from less than 1,000 people at the beginning to nearly 3,000 people.

Moreover, in the more than a month of fighting, because of the regular dealings with the logistics and baggage units of the White Army, his troops were much better equipped than other guerrillas, not only did everyone basically have guns, but also machine guns, and even cobbled together a cavalry battalion.

It was not easy to do this in that difficult situation. So after the battle, his partisan detachment received a formal reorganization, and Frunze awarded his unit the title of Don Mixed Brigade.

And after Ubolevich took office, the Don Mixed Brigade was reassigned to the Red Tenth Army, which had suffered heavy losses in the previous stage, and was used as an independent brigade under the Red Tenth Army. Mironov was not particularly satisfied with his immediate boss, Voroshilov, who thought that this comrade had limited talents, and especially did not like his way of indulging soldiers.

As for Voroshilov, he did not have a special opinion on Mironov, he did not pay attention to this partisan leader at all. Yes, in the eyes of the military lord, Mironov was a partisan leader who became a monk halfway. Think of his troops as an unprofessional rabble. That is, to be able to do the work of stealing chickens and dogs like a little mouse.

So. Voroshilov simply did not put Mironov and his troops in the corner of his eyes. However, after Ubolevich suddenly carried out a surprise inspection, which made the Red Tenth Army jump up and down, and let Dembinko step down in embarrassment. The "big man" finally noticed Mironov, and it was clear that this was not a good thing!

"That guy must have done it." Voroshilov said to Zhdanov angrily, pouring a sip of vodka as he spoke.

Zhdanov was also a drunkard, otherwise he would not have allowed Voroshilov to let the whole army get drunk, and he slowly took a sip of wine. "Why do you doubt Philip?" Kuzmich? ”

"Quite simply, only that guy once complained to me about the problem of drinking," Voroshilov said hatefully, "and Ubolevich came so suddenly, just in time to arrest us, you dare to say, there is no one to tell you here?" ”

Voroshilov's speculation has a certain truth, only those who are not used to their style will react to their superiors, otherwise what kind of inspection will Ubolevich suddenly carry out after being overwhelmed? If this is inferred, the only person in the Red Tenth Army who has an opinion about drinking is Mironov. Who could it be if he wasn't snitching?

To tell the truth, the "stupid big man" really wronged Mironov. Millet (Mironov is bigger than Voroshilov) is really not a long-tongued woman, he is not used to Voroshilov's methods, but that does not mean that he will make a small report, he is really not that kind of person.

The most likely course of action for Mironov is to wait for his superiors to come to inspect and report the situation in person, until then, he will only restrain his own troops. In fact, he did the same, and when Ubolevich arrived at his unit, he sued Voroshilov and Zhdanov in person. It can be seen that this man is above board.

It's a pity, unfortunately, this kind of openness turned out to be his crime, and Voroshilov remembered him to the death: "When Ubolevich came, he sued him in person, and the situation is very obvious, it is this bastard who is doing something!" ”

Zhdanov is not the same as Voroshilov, although he is also very dissatisfied with Mironov's complaint, but he feels that this person is still capable, and if he uses it well, he is definitely a big bull. So he does not advocate direct revenge on Mironov, but finds a way to pull him over.

"Do you have a cramp in your brain?" Voroshilov did not understand this and complained: "You still want to put a hot face on a cold ass? ”

Zhdanov shook his head and said: "I don't like him either, but this does not prevent me from appreciating his abilities." I went to the Don Mixed Brigade to see if there was a trace of partisans in his troops, everything was well kept......"

"What's so great about this kind of fancy shelf." Voroshilov was very disdainful, "What is the use of a sheep-like soldier on the battlefield...... Being able to drink, charge, and not be afraid of death is a good soldier! ”

Zhdanov was still shaking his head: "I think he is good, and what Comrade Joseph needs most now is this kind of talent, and we should recommend more useful talents for Comrade Joseph as much as possible!" ”

Voroshilov stopped talking, but he was not convinced, he still had disdain for Mironov in his heart. Of course, there are quite few people who can afford this "big man", especially in the military, he feels that he is the best, and the others are just chickens and dogs.

"Speaking of talent," Voroshilov scratched the back of his head, and suddenly said, "Budyonny from the Caucasus is the real talent, and we had a good conversation last time......

It was indeed pleasant, and the three drunkards were so drunk that they slept for two days before they woke up. The smell of the same smell and the hatred of each other, especially the love of cavalry, simply made Voroshilov too comfortable. So at the first time he recommended Budyonny to Stalin, believing that this bearded man was a rare military expert.

Zhdanov also had a good impression of Budyonny, this very Cossack bearded man with two brushes was considered talented. But he still thinks that Mironov, who is a Cossack more than Zhdanov, seems to be stronger.

"So you invited him without hesitation?" Voroshilov almost didn't blow his beard and glare, he didn't want to see Mironov, and he didn't want to deal with this guy.

In this regard, Zhdanov said: "We must tolerate a part of people with personalities, whose abilities will make us stronger!" ”

Mironov also did not expect that he would suddenly be asked by Voroshilov and Zhdanov to go to the army headquarters, starting with the transfer to the Red Tenth Army. The number of times he dealt with military commanders and commissars. You can count it on one hand.

Especially after the events with Debinko. The whole army knew that he had sued the army commander and the political commissar, and they all felt that with the temper of those two, they would not give him a good face. In fact, since the Central Committee decided to keep Voroshilov and Zhdanov in office, everyone in the army believed that Mironov was about to fall into bad luck.

"Brigadier, shouldn't you bring a few more people?"

For this suggestion, Mironov dismissed it as a glorious Bolshevik. He felt that such worries were completely unnecessary, they were all comrades in the party, how could they not even have such a little stomach. Besides, the Red Tenth Army is not his Voroshilov alone, and if you want to deal with him as a brigade commander, you have to say something to the commander of the army group Ubolevich, right?

Mironov was very confident in Ubolevich, and of course, at the beginning, like the "big man", he was quite complaining about the appointment of such a young boy as the commander of the army group by the central government. But after Ubolevich took office, he understood through a series of measures and means. Judging people by their appearance is not right. This young man is indeed quite capable!

At that time, Mironov's communication with Ubolevich was pleasant. Mironov was confident that the commander would not watch him persecuted by Voroshilov.

Speaking from the heart, Mironov died of political naivety, in terms of military ability, he surpassed Voroshilov, Budyonny and Zhdanov a lot, but in terms of political ability and political sense, he is not worthy of lifting shoes for the above three!

Very naïve, he went to the headquarters without warning, just like he did three years later, when he was stupidly arrested by the Cheka.

When Mironov went to the military headquarters, he thought that Voroshilov and Zhdanov were going to talk to him about military issues, about how to meet the fierce battle below. But he didn't expect that those two people didn't have this idea at all, Voroshilov thought very highly of himself and disdained to talk to him about military issues, while Zhdanov was bent on wooing him and had no interest in talking about military issues.

In front of Mironov was a table of banquets, of course, it was a bit inappropriate to use the word banquet, the Russians, especially the Russian people, were bitter back then, and they did not have the enjoyment of the tip of the tongue of our big foodie empire. A little meat, a little white bread and some vodka is a top treat.

For the majority of Red Army commanders and fighters, the basic daily recipe is potatoes, mashed potatoes, potato chips, steamed potatoes, baked potatoes, anyway, it is dried with potatoes (no way, in addition to importing one or two hundred thousand tons of wheat at the beginning, a certain immortal found out later, for the majority of Russian people, wheat is too high-end, usually reluctant to eat white bread, most of the time it is Leba. In tougher times, it is enough to have potatoes. Therefore, later, a certain immortal categorically abandoned wheat and bought potatoes with all his heart, this thing is really good and cheap! ）

The front-line troops have some potato stewed fat slices that are similar to the New Year, and Lieba is really reluctant to eat them. And now, it's wine and meat, too capitalist, too corrupt. Suddenly, the stubborn temper of this thing rose: "Comrade Kliment, Comrade Andrey, I am not here to eat and drink, and there is no time to eat and drink now!" I'm glad you called me to discuss military issues, but please eat, forgive me for not being able to accompany you! With that, the thing gave a military salute, turned around and prepared to leave.

At that time, Voroshilov's face was not ordinarily ugly, he didn't like Mironov in the first place, and he didn't want to invite someone to dinner at all, if it wasn't for Zhdanov's insistence on doing this, he would have beaten the goods with a stick.

Okay. It's good now, this guy is shameless, and he is on his nose and face! At that time, the "stupid big man" was ready to have a seizure. Thanks to Zhdanov's presence, he quietly kicked the "stupid big man", and pulled Mironov with a smile: "Comrade Philip, you don't have to be so excited. We didn't specifically invite you to dinner, we invited you to have an important military meeting, and it just so happened to be a meal, so we can't let us go hungry for a meeting, right? Talk while eating, and today is also rubbing your light, we also open meat, eat something good! ”

Mironov's face looked a lot better, but Voroshilov still had a straight face, and he almost didn't write on the door of his head - Lao Tzu was very unhappy and in a bad mood. Of course, this is understandable, first of all, Mironov was too faceless. The second is Voroshilov feels. He was the commander of the Great Army. Mironov is just a small brigade commander, what qualifications do you have to talk to Lao Tzu about military issues!

The guests of honor sat down, and after three rounds of wine, the atmosphere on both sides finally eased a little. Of course, that refers to Mironov and Zhdanov, although Voroshilov has no expression on his face, he is becoming more and more unhappy in his heart.

For what?

The reason is very simple, Mironov is too good to drink. Nima. It's like a wine barrel, vodka glass after glass, and the girl is stunned because her face is not red and her tongue is not big. Voroshilov was not reluctant to drink, but felt that Mironov was too hypocritical - you can drink so fuckingly, and you usually drink a lot. Damn, you are secretly drinking, and you are also beating Lao Tzu's little report, it's too insidious and shameless!

Voroshilov once again wronged Mironov, this brother can indeed drink and likes to drink. But he doesn't indulge in his addictions. In the army, in order to give the troops a good head. He doesn't drink a drop of alcohol. And now, it is Zhdanov's enthusiasm that is difficult to refuse, and after holding back these days, occasionally opening the ring is also a kind of adjustment!

Of course, if Mironov knew what Voroshilov really thought, then he really shouldn't drink, let alone drink with these two.

After three rounds of drinking, Mironov did not forget to talk about business, "Our Red Tenth Army should strengthen discipline, especially training, a considerable number of troops, training is lax, discipline is lax......"

He made more than a dozen suggestions in a row, and Zhdanov was nothing, but Voroshilov was quite uncomfortable, and if it weren't for Zhdanov's frequent kicks under the table, he would have been furious.

"Who does this bastard think he is!" When Mironov was gone, Voroshilov roared angrily, "He's openly slapping me in the face!" Unacceptable! No! It's just unbearable! ”

Zhdanov was much calmer, and he said: "Klimant, I know that some things are not very pleasant, but some things are a little excessive...... Comrade Joseph has already reminded us that the events of the last time cannot be repeated...... We should make some changes! ”

Voroshilov was very aggrieved, last time he was scolded by Stalin, Comrade Steel's anger was obvious, it is conceivable that if he poked the basket again, he would be ruthlessly abandoned, so he could only endure this bad breath.

"Then you can't just toss him, the tradition of cavalry can't be lost, without wine, how can the lads still fight!"

Zhdanov smiled and said: "The problem of alcohol will be discussed later, and the problem of drunkenness can also be avoided through a reasonable system." However, the problems of discipline and training that he mentioned did need to be strengthened, and Comrade Joseph was not too satisfied with this......"

Voroshilov could only be silent, he was still unconvinced, and even thought: "What kind of revolution do you participate in in the rules and regulations, and turn the young men into echo worms, and all become honest little sheep, what kind of blood does the army have?" If you fight a war, you have to rely on a lot of strength, and you have to be a little arrogant, otherwise it is better to go home honestly to farm or work. ”

Yes, Voroshilov has always believed that revolution is free and romantic, and that putting dogma and discipline on one's head is not the same as putting oneself in chains! Don't be a little sheep, Lao Tzu just wants to be free!

Therefore, Voroshilov did not take Zhdanov's words seriously, and he did not like Mironov even more.

And Mironov didn't know all this, and he was still happy that the communication with Zhdanov went smoothly. Although he could see that the other party did not accept his opinions in their entirety, he took many of them seriously and was ready to start rectifying them. What could be more enjoyable for a subordinate than for his superiors?

However, Mironov did not have long to be happy, and with the order of Ubolevich, the army group quickly moved from a state of rest to a state of battle, pressing towards Volgodonsk from two directions.

According to Ubolevich's plan, the Red Fifth Army and the Red Twelfth Army would complete the attack on the White Army, and the Red Tenth Army, as the general reserve, would have the main task of defending the northern front and resolutely not allowing a single soldier of the White Army to flee to the direction of Ufa.

Objectively speaking, Ubolevich's arrangement was not wrong, the combat effectiveness of the Red Tenth Army was indeed a problem, and it was more like gambling to let them go to the battlefield, and it would be enough for them to do a good job of watching the field in the reserves.

Voroshilov, however, was quite dissatisfied with this arrangement, and after several successive mistakes, he could already perceive a change in Stalin's attitude towards him, which was by no means a change for the better. He was very suspicious that as long as there was a suitable candidate, he would be ruthlessly abandoned by Comrade Steel.

This is something that the "stupid big man" will never accept, so he desperately wants to prove himself by winning one battle at a time. And now, Ubolevich actually let him stay at home, how can this be endured!

"We have to fight, why should we let the Red Tenth Army be a reserve? This is discrimination! Discrimination in Chiguoguo! Voroshilov roared at the military meeting of the Red Tenth Army, so that every subordinate could feel his anger.

Only one, a man who was too sincere, disagreed with Voroshilov, and that person was Mironov, who said: "I think this arrangement is reasonable. Judging from what I have learned, there are still many problems in our army, and until these problems are resolved, we are indeed not very suitable to go to the front line ......" (to be continued......

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