In the Soviet Union, a car was parked at the gate of the headquarters of the military district, and two officers got out of the car, ignoring the salute of the guards on both sides, and walked into the building with a solemn expression. The two men walked down the hallway to the door of the Commander's office, reached out and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!" came the order.

"Comrade Marshal Tukhachevsky! We have been ordered to come and thoroughly investigate the cases of dangerous elements of proletarianism in the front army under your command. ”

"How is this possible?" Tukhachevsky put down the text in his hand and raised his head, and the two lieutenant colonels of the * Industrialist Inspection Section in front of him suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

Tukhachevsky was only recently promoted to Marshal of the Soviet Red Army, becoming one of the first Marshals of the Soviet Union to be promoted in history. Plus he had the reputation of the Red Napoleon Soviet Accardor in the Soviet Red Army, so even if Stalin saw him, he had to give some face, not to mention the two little lieutenant colonel officers in front of him.

"According to our investigation, there are indeed dangerous elements in your troops, and many of them are in high positions. A lieutenant colonel finally said the words in his mouth with trepidation, and suddenly felt much more comfortable. He pulled out the handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped the fine sweat from the tip of his nose.

"The list is here, please take a closer look, if you will allow it. Today we're going to take these people away for censorship. Another officer respectfully handed the text under his arm to the Marshal of the Red Army in front of him. Seeing that Tukhachevsky had no intention of reaching out to take it, he had to take two steps forward and put Wen Jiàn on his desk, and then immediately retreated to his original position.

"Comrade Stalin hopes that you will cooperate with our work and hand over these criminal traitors. The officer who stood there wiping his sweat brought Stalin out again to embolden him, hoping to make Tukhachevsky compromise.

Sure enough, Tukhachevsky didn't speak, grabbed the text with an angry face, and looked through it.

Commander of the 29th Division of the Front Army xxxx. Political commissar of the 7th Army of the Front xxxx. Chief of Staff of the 34th Division of the Front XXXXX. One name after another made Tukhachevsky's brow furrow tighter and tighter, and finally, when he saw the name of his colleague, the political commissar of the front, was prominently listed, he finally burst out unbearably.

"This is just nonsense!" Tukhachevsky threw the list directly in the faces of the two lieutenant colonels who sent this document: "You have the face to do such an angry thing! I don't have the face to follow the same stream! I want to take the people on this list away from me, and I don't even have a door! Get out! Get out of here!"

Now that their faces had been torn, the two lieutenant colonels no longer had the fear and awe they had before, and one of them squatted down to pick up the pieces of literature scattered on the ground, while the other stood tall and said: "Comrade Marshal, if you do not carry out Comrade Stalin's orders, you will be held jointly and severally responsible! You must know that this list was drawn up by the Central Political Bureau and Comrade Stalin himself. ”

"Are you crazy? Arrests are not based on evidence, not on crimes, but on the basis of a list drawn up by several people sitting in a room for an afternoon?" Tukhachevsky almost laughed at this question, what happened to this Soviet Union, what happened to this Soviet Union, which he loved so much?

"Comrade Marshal Tukhachevsky! Pay attention to your tone! Comrade Stalin is the leader of the rising Soviets, and to go against his will is to obstruct the development of the * cause!" the lieutenant colonel's tone was full of threat.

"When I fought with Comrade Lenin, Stalin was just a secretary! You should pay attention to your tone! Lieutenant Colonel!" Tukhachevsky said fiercely: "Go back and tell Comrade Stalin! I don't care what he wants to do, and I don't care! But please stop being bewitched by those power delusionals who want to shake the foundation of the country like the army! This is very dangerous!"

"You wait for Comrade Yezhov's examination!, Mr. Marshal!" replied the lieutenant colonel coldly.

"Yezhov, Yezhov's rank is not as good as the chief of staff you are going to arrest on this list!" Tukhachevsky also said coldly, pointing to his marshal's epaulettes as he spoke: "When it comes to joining the *, I am much earlier than him! What qualifications does he have to examine me?"

The more he talked, the more angry Tukhachevsky became, stood up, walked up to the lieutenant colonel, poked his finger in the lieutenant colonel's chest, and added: "Remember what I said! Sue Yezhov! I and many Soviet generals are waiting for him to investigate the results of Comrade Kirov's murder case! He will arrest this today and that tomorrow, and the result will be that Comrade Kirov's good friends and supporters during his lifetime, and we will settle this account with him sooner or later!"

"Goodbye then!" Marshal Tukhachevsky. The two lieutenant colonels turned and left.

"Come back!" Tukhachevsky snorted coldly.

The two lieutenant colonels looked back in confusion.

"You haven't saluted yet, do you want to go back to the military academy and learn the etiquette of meeting your boss again?"

"Click. The two had no choice but to straighten their rocks and give a military salute to Tukhachevsky.

"! I don't have time to fight with you minions! I might as well inspect the tank production line in the factory. Tukhachevsky waved his hand in disgust and blasted the two men out of his office.

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The two officers, who had not accomplished anything, left Tukhachevsky's command in disgrace, rolled back to Moscow with tears on their faces as if they were dead their own mothers, and when they saw the masters of the two of them, they hurriedly cried out with snot and tears.

"Comrade Yezhov! You didn't see that guy's invincible face! He didn't take you seriously at all!" A lieutenant colonel added fuel to the report of the results of this arrest.

"yes, yes!" said the fellow, ......," said a lieutenant colonel, who stole a glance at his immediate boss Yezhov, who was sitting behind his desk, and paused deliberately.

"What do you say?" Yezhov said with an expressionless face and asked in a long voice: "Say it quickly, don't waste my time! Others don't understand, don't I know my own subordinates? Hurry up if you plant something or something!"

"This, this time we didn't plant a false accusation!" the lieutenant colonel who spoke hurriedly waved his hand: "He said that Comrade Stalin was bewitched by traitors, and said that he would clean you up sooner or later!"

"Yes, Comrade Yezhov! When he told us to get out, he forced us to stand up and salute him! This man is simply arrogant to the extreme! He doesn't pay attention to our censorship at all!" added another lieutenant colonel.

Nodding, Yezhov quietly wrote a Tukhachevsky's name on the paper in front of him, then gently drew a circle to enclose the name, and made a cross in it.

His face was still expressionless, and there was no sadness, joy, or anger, and there was not even a trace of fluctuation: "Comrade Marshal is right to do this! You two are too ignorant of the rules! If I were him, I would also make you recall the etiquette that should be observed." Go to the finance department and return this month's bonus!

"Yes!" the two men reluctantly agreed.

Yezhov took out two envelopes, pressed them on the table, and pushed them to the other side of the table: "I didn't let you use your own money! Use this, use the excess to buy some cigarettes and alcohol, anyway, you all like those things." ”

He withdrew his hand, carefully picked up the piece of paper, tore it to shreds, and threw half of it into his wastebasket and the other half into his pocket: "Get out! I will go to Comrade Stalin." ”

The recent rise of Khrushchev's prowess in front of Stalin has made Yezhov, who has always been Stalin's number one confidant, feel a very great crisis, and he is eager to help Stalin take out an important political opponent to maintain his position within Stalin's clique.

However, he killed several important figures in a row and killed thousands of so-called mutineers, but he was never able to get rid of Khrushchev's shadow, and Khrushchev was more or less involved in these cases, so with Yezhov's victory, Khrushchev's status was also rising at the same time.

So this time he decided to start with Tukhachevsky. If it can help Stalin get rid of the disobedient Tukhachevsky, and let Stalin firmly control the troops of an entire front. This was definitely a great achievement when Stalin wanted to get involved in the military and wanted to become the first person in the Soviet Union to hold the military and political power alone.

However, what made Yezhov very distressed was that Tukhachevsky was a veteran of Lenin's era in terms of seniority, and in terms of status, he was the commander of an entire front. If we don't get real evidence, it's really hard to move such a mountain-like Soviet marshal with a lot of military achievements.

It seems that in the end, this matter will have to wait for a turnaround. Silently lamenting in his heart, Yezhov walked into Stalin's office with his briefcase.

"Bastards! These military bastards! who think they are older than me! They are shielding the generals and officers who oppose me! These people should all be hanged!" Before he could enter Stalin's office, Yezhov heard the roar of the leader.

Yezhov smiled bitterly, thinking that today's meeting was about to be scolded by Stalin who was in a bad mood again, he straightened his waist, and knocked on Stalin's door.

"Is there any way to make these disobedient generals have a long memory, so that they know who is their leader?" Stalin asked angrily, looking at Yezhov, who had walked in. Khrushchev stood right in front of him, bowing his head without saying a word.

Stalin slapped the text on the table: "Especially this damned Tukhachevsky! I'm not kind to him, am I? I personally promoted him to Marshal of the Soviet Union! But what about him? What did he repay me? He even hid my opponents in the army!"