Many Mensheviks, including Celetiri, felt very bad. They originally thought that Lenin and the Bolsheviks would be in a slump due to the last failure and the world would be peaceful from then on. But just ten days later, the Bolsheviks gave them a blow in a powerful way.

If the Bolsheviks were allowed to launch a bottom-up revolution within the Soviet Union and completely eliminate them, it is conceivable that the Bolsheviks would soon make a comeback, on the day they completely controlled the Soviet Union, that is, the day when the Bolsheviks attacked the provisional government for the second time.

Imagine that the hundreds of thousands of troops of Petrograd launched a coup under the instigation of the Bolshevik-controlled Soviets, and could crush the government into meat sauce without any effort. At that time, there would be no one or any force that could stop them.

Zeretielli didn't like this future at all, so he had to stop Lenin and the Bolsheviks from moving forward. Aren't you the idea of ​​fighting the Soviets? Then let's stop you from the source!

The Soviet special electoral system determined that the institution had a considerable mobility of personnel, and this was the loophole for the Bolsheviks. If such a situation where the election could be lost at any time, then the Bolsheviks would have no choice!

This is the countermeasure that Zeretielli thought of. It should be said that this is quite naive. At least Plekhanov knew that this idea was extremely naive. He complained to Akserilloth in private: "This fool, Zeretielli, thinks he is the savior, but in fact he is digging his own grave! This idiot will kill us!"

Akserillo was a little confused. In his opinion, Telletelli's method was good and could subdue the Bolshevik counterattack from the root.

"He doesn't understand, don't you?" Plekhanov angrily and roared: "If you want to change the Soviet electoral system, only the National Congress has this right. Have you ever thought about what this means at this sensitive moment?"

Akserillo asked in a daze: "What does it mean?"

Plekhanov screamed: "It means a major reshuffle of power in the Soviet Union!"

Aksherirod finally understood what Plekhanov was worried about. Changing the electoral system would inevitably lead to a national congress, and convening a national congress would inevitably lead to a re-electing national congress. The Bolsheviks were actively infiltrating, and the consequence of the chain reaction was that if the Bolsheviks could gain an advantage in this election, then the Soviet Central Executive Committee would change the situation ahead of schedule!

"My God!" Akserillo was scared and sweated in a cold sweat, murmured: "You are right. Zeretiel will indeed ruin us! We must stop him!"

In this regard, Plekhanov could only smile bitterly. What's the use of saying this now? Although the Central Executive Committee did not vote on Celetielli's proposal immediately, if the news was known, Lenin would definitely seize the opportunity to slap them together. He even thought about how Lenin would attack Celetielli and the Mensheviks. After the reactionary Mensheviks surrendered to the evil reactionary government, in order to curb public opinion, to continue to use the Soviets to engage in reactionary activities, to ensure that they were not driven out of power by the people, they would tamper with the Soviet electoral system. They attempted to replace democracy with autocracy and use centralization to overwhelm the axioms...

When he thought of the consequences of these terrible attacks, Plekhanov felt a vague pain in his heart. What's even more terrifying is that this passive situation was caused by them. What a strange thing is this!

"What should we do?" Akserillo asked in a panic, "we must do something, do we want to make a statement in the newspaper..."

"That's useless!" Plekhanov said in pain, covering his chest, "that will only make the masses think that we are trying to cover up, and will only worsen our image!"

The old man took a deep breath and said firmly: "Things have happened, and everything we do will become darker and darker. All we can do is mobilize the whole party to take to the streets to carry out political propaganda and strive to seize the hearts of the people with the Bolsheviks!"

Speaking of this, the old man took a breath: "Fortunately we still have certain advantages in this regard, and the Bolsheviks cannot openly operate. This makes them unable to use many means..."

Aksherirod looked embarrassed, and Plekhanov said strangely: "What's wrong? Am I wrong? Haven't we banned the Bolsheviks? At least in name!"

Aksheriro sighed: "I'm afraid they were banned in name only. In fact, you should have seen that the activities of the Bolsheviks are quite rampant. They are far beyond our political propaganda, otherwise Celetiel would not have come up with that bad idea to save the situation!"

"What did the Bolsheviks do?" Plekhanov asked in surprise.

Akserillo spread his hands with a wry smile: "They have a propaganda tool called radio. They keep broadcasting to the masses from morning to night. Lenin delivered speeches on the radio almost every day these days..."

Plekhanov asked hurriedly: "What?"

Akserillo stammered: "I can only say that the broadcasting effect is too good. The people in one district after another began to rely on them, the army began to shake greatly, and many barracks showed signs of mutiny again..."

"Bastard!" Plekhanov slapped the table heavily and roared: "Are you watching Lenin incite the masses and why don't you arrest him? Didn't the arrest warrant be issued long ago?"

"We don't know where he is." Akserillo said unhappily.

"How is this possible!" Plekhanov asked in disbelief. "Does the people in the telegraph and telephone company have a good meal and go along the wire to look for it, and it won't be possible?"

Akserillo said speechlessly: "The Bolsheviks use radio."

Plekhanov was about to vomit blood, and the old man walked around anxiously and said irritably: "The radio must have a receiving tool! To destroy the loudspeakers set up on the street and confiscate the listening tools, I don't believe they can hear the radio waves with their ears! Never let Lenin continue walking on the plague!"

Aksheriro sighed: "We also want to do this, but the effect is not ideal. Although the street speakers have been eradicated, the receiving tools hidden among the people cannot be confiscated at all. The masses ignored the ban we issued and still listened to the Bolshevik broadcasts in private. As for the army, they did not listen to us at all, and they were listening publicly. We had no way to do this!"

The blue veins on Plekhanov's head jumped, and the day when the armistice agreement was signed was signed. He thought Lenin was still absent in Tusen and fell into his plan. But when Simonov's army entered Petrograd that night, he realized that his proud disciple had seen through his plan, and even pretended to be fooled, he came to do something to control others. Although the government and the Soviets controlled Petrograd, they lost all their hearts. Moreover, they did not even catch a senior Bolsheviks and the ranks of the District League.

Although he felt that it was not good at that time, he believed that the Bolshevik army had been defeated. In a short period of time, Lenin would not have thought of doing anything at all. He could win this precious time. If the government could make full use of it, as long as he won a few victories on the front line, all problems might not exist.

But soon he suffered one after another. He first let the First Machine Gun Regiment and Peter Papulov Regiment go in the Hermitage Square for an extremely nonsensical way, and then he was pried into a corner inside the Soviets. Now he heard that the Bolsheviks had such sharp propaganda weapons. All of this almost imply that he would inevitably fail!

Plekhanov covered his chest in pain. He didn't dare to open his mouth at all, as if the heart would jump out of his mouth. The old man's painful expression frightened Akserillo and he started calling the doctor directly, but before the doctor arrived, the old man had already fallen to the ground.

After intense rescue, Plekhanov, who had a sudden heart attack, was snatched back. However, the old man's condition was quite bad. According to the doctor, it might be very bad. It is hard to say whether he can survive this year.

"Don't worry about the doctor!" The old man called Aksherirod as soon as he woke up. He refused the other party's kindness to let him rest, and said weakly and stubbornly: "The situation is very bad! You can't hesitate anymore, we must take measures!"

"But……"

Aksherirod was about to speak when he was interrupted by the old man: "Don't interrupt me, listen to me. The first thing to be responsible is to arrest Lenin and destroy him. The Bolsheviks will never be a problem again. You must warn the government and pay attention to Lenin. He is an enemy that is more dangerous than the German devils! You must eliminate him! Secondly, don't worry about public opinion anymore. The hundreds of thousands of troops entrenched in Petrograd must be transferred immediately. Without the support of force, all problems are not a problem! These are the top priority, do it immediately, hurry up!"

When Plekhanov was working hard on the hospital bed to give advice to the government, the government he had high hopes for might disappoint the old man. They were not interested in beating the Bolshevik dog, and he devoted a lot of his energy to infighting and consumption.

Luo Jiangke and Liwoff were thinking about how to regain their power from the Social Revolutionary Party and Kerensky. At the last spoils and dividing meeting, they were forced to make great concessions. Now, they felt distressed by this concession.

"We must put pressure on Kerensky!" Luo Jiangke said angrily, "This despicable villain took advantage of the limelight in February and took away all the benefits step by step. And we politicians who have an advantage in the National Duma are squeezed into the corner by him, the clown. I can't stand this situation!"

"The problem is that he is now more popular with the Soviets than us. In the Soviets, Kerensky is his own person, but we are untrustworthy outsiders."

Luo Jiangke said impatiently: "Don't worry about the Soviets, it's an illegal institution. Sooner or later, I will disband them one day. And have you not discovered that they are not worth mentioning at all. Under the attack of the Bolsheviks, they are already shaking. As long as we have an army on hand, we can solve them without any effort!"

Liwoff sighed and said, "The problem is that we have no army anymore. Kornilov is not the same as us. He was originally obedient to our troops in the last battle and suffered heavy losses..."

Luo Jiangke lifted all the documents on his desk to the ground. When he mentioned this, he felt pain. "If I had known this despicable villain, Kornilov, if I had known that he was such a person, I would not have promoted him back then! We must find other people to cooperate. I would not believe that there would be no truly patriotic officer in such a large Russia!"

Unfortunately, in today's Russia, patriotic officers like Luo Jiangke said, are rare. Even if there are, they cannot reach the height of Kornilov and cannot sing with Fatty Luo. More heroes who know the current affairs can only choose good birds and trees to live in, and they are more willing to cooperate with powerful people, such as Kornilov.

"Ravr," Denikin happily broke into Kornilov's office, waving the telegram in his hand and said: "We have gained the support of another military region. If the current situation continues, it will not take long. All Russian soldiers will stand on our side."

Kornilov took the telegram from Denikin's hand. He glanced a few times and threw it aside, as if he was not interested in this telegram full of flattery.

"What's wrong?" asked Denikin, "Why do I think your mood is not too high? Isn't it worth being happy?"

"It's worth the joy." Kornilov couldn't see any happiness at all. He sighed: "Since the day before yesterday, we collected a drawer of such telegrams. What's the use of these waste paper? If we really support our actions, they just need to transfer the troops to follow our orders. What's the use of saying so little?"

Denikin suddenly felt bored. Indeed, the telegrams for showing loyalty were collected a lot. But more people just talked about it, but in fact they were watching. Although Denikin could understand their difficulties and who would make any bets on the political side? But waiting and watching did not help the situation at all. What they needed most now was the troops. Without sufficient force, they could not fully control Petrograd. The hundreds of thousands of troops hung over their heads like the sword of Damolik, and could fall down at any time without solving them. Everything was empty talk.

Kornilov rubbed his temples and asked, "Do those cowards still refuse to obey orders?"

"No!" Denikin was angry when he mentioned this, "they completely refused our orders, refused to return to the front line, refused to leave Petrograd. Refusing to communicate with us is hopeless!"

"I knew they were hopeless, so I had to get these hundreds of thousands of cowards away!" Kornilov cursed, "The front line is very tight now, and these hundreds of thousands of them are actually hiding leisurely in the capital for vacation and causing a revolution. How fucking hell!"

Denikin asked carefully: "How is the front line? Is the German offensive blocked?"

"Stop it?" Kornilov smiled bitterly, "Our Prime Minister Kerensky consumed the last little vitality in the last major counterattack. Our defense line was riddled with holes, and the Germans could easily tear it apart as long as they wanted! Unless these hundreds of thousands of lazy men in Petrograd suddenly became enlightened, our capital would soon belong to the Germans!"

Kornilov's frustration was obvious. As a soldier, he was willing to defend his country, but a good wife could not cook without rice. Faced with the Germans' pressing step by step, he had no choice.

"It's not that there's no way!" Denikin suddenly said, "We can get those lazy men back to the battlefield!"

Kornilov was surprised and said in surprise: "How is that possible?"

Denikin sneered, "Of course it's possible!" He spread out the map and pointed at it: "Since our defense line on the front line is already full of holes, it is completely unnecessary to continue to stick to the original front line. We must retreat and give up some cities, such as Riga!"

Riga is the largest city in Latvia and the capital after Latvia's independence. More importantly, Riga is not far from Petrograd. If Riga is lost, it can be said that the entire Petrograd will be opened. What consequences will this cause be obvious.

Kornilov looked at Denikin in amazement, unable to believe that this crazy idea came from his friend's mouth. He said in surprise: "Are you crazy? If Riga is lost, our entire defense line will collapse. The Germans can drive straight in. At that time, Petrograd and Moscow are in danger!"

"Yes, it's very dangerous!" Denikin licked his lips and said a little crazy: "But only danger can stimulate the nerves of those bastards and let them know the importance of us soldiers. Only then will they wake up!"

Kornilov understood Denikin's idea. To put it simply, it was a kind of kidnapping. The public opinion of the entire Russian with the German soldiers was kidnapped. It should be said that this idea was extremely crazy because if you were not careful, you would play with fire and burn yourself.

However, Denikin became more and more excited and continued to point fingers on the map and said, "Give up Riga and retract the defense line. The troops that obeyed the orders are closer to the capital. This will be a great threat to those cowards. When necessary, we can easily transfer the troops back and completely eliminate them!"

Kornilov said hesitantly: "But that requires a lot of troops, which may cost hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands. If such a number of troops are drawn from the front line, the defense line may collapse again. At that time, should we fight the Germans under the city of Petrograd?"

Denikin smiled wildly and said, "Why can't it be? At that time, the deserters who could not retreat could only fight to the death with the Germans. Aren't they unwilling to leave Petrograd? Then we can satisfy their wish!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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