Li Xiaofeng's words aroused Lenin's deep thoughts. At the first moment, the tutor thought about the appointment of an old officer that he had discussed with someone. At that time, the answer he gave was the political commissar, so he naturally asked: "How is the training in Brusilov going?"

Li Xiaofeng was speechless. He didn't graduate in the crash course in ten days, right? 50% of the loyal political commissars selected from the party were rookies who had never shot guns. College students had to practice military training for one month. You wanted someone in less than half a month. This was simply.

"Comrade Lenin, it's too hasty. According to the original plan, you only need to train for three months..."

Before Li Xiaofeng finished speaking, the mentor interrupted him: "Time is tight, and the party and the revolution urgently need the political commissar. This group of people practice for a month first, and then make up for it if they have time..."

Li Xiaofeng was speechless. This was even faster than the first phase of Huangpu. After training for half a year, you directly shortened to one-sixth. What's the point of practicing?

"Of course it makes sense!" Lenin said very seriously. "If they don't train, they have no military quality at all. After this month of training, I dare not say that they have become qualified soldiers, but I can feel more and more what is a real soldier!"

The tutor has already made up his mind, so Li Xiaofeng naturally can't say much. Instead of worrying about these political commissars with military training level of college students, he might as well think about how to face Brusilov's anger. That old man is much harder to deal with than the tutor. If such a joke is done properly, he will anger him!

A headache! Li Xiaofeng rubbed his temples in distress.

The first-term members of the political commissar training class who are undergoing military training in Finland have no idea that their military training career will soon end. At this moment, they are still enduring the torture of Brusilov. It is really worse than death!

As a Bolshevik and an active soldier, Petrovsky was selected to the first session of the political commissar training class, which was very knowledgeable about literature and writing. This was no longer the first time he received training at a Finnish base. The last time he was selected as a special department as a guard, and received a month of assault training, and then successfully completed the work of defending Comrade Lenin. This time, he was gloriously elected as a reserve political commissar, and he was both glorious and proud of the mission and responsibility he was about to shoulder.

Back to the Finnish base, I was so familiar with everything here that at first, Petrovsky thought he would still be trained by Mannaheim, but when he saw Brusilov's resolute old face, he was completely frightened!

He never thought that he would accept the teachings of a former Tsar Commander-in-Chief. Fortunately, with the precedent of Mannaheim, he was the fastest to return to normal among the same group of students.

Petrovsky comforted himself in his heart: it was just a change to a more famous general, what's wrong with it?

But soon Petrovsky knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong. If Mannheim could be described as stern, then Brusilov was the most demanding devil. Every day he would squeeze their physical strength, and he would not let them go until he squeezed out all their physical strength without leaving them.

Even those who are trained are hard-core party members who are passionate about the party and are full of revolution, but they feel unbearable under Brusilov's crazy practice.

In the past, when he was training at a Finnish base, Petrovsky would get up early, read books or remember words, but now, even if he wakes up in advance, he will not get up. He urgently needs to lie in the bed for a while to accumulate enough courage before he dares to grit his teeth and get up in the whistle of the instructor.

So, even though Petrovsky woke up, he was still lying quietly, motionless. He closed his eyes and listened to the snoring sounds in the barracks, while waiting for the instructor to blew the whistle.

Time passed quickly. When the second hand of the wall clock formed a straight line with the minute hand, the door of the barracks was kicked open with force, and then a sharp whistle came into everyone's ears.

Then the instructor shouted: "Get up!"

The sharp whistle stimulated the eardrums of everyone in the house. In a panic, all the restless political commissars were awakened. Everyone immediately jumped out of the bed, hurriedly put on their pants and shoes, rushed out of the barracks and ran to the instructor.

"Line!" the instructor roared with all hissings.

In fact, even without his roar, the political commissars were lined up in order of heights - but Nikola Nikolaevich just liked to yell at them. He seemed to feel uncomfortable if he didn't yell at these rookies. Moreover, his old principal Brusilov once told him that as an instructor, he must be extremely fierce in front of the new recruits. He should act as fierce as a tyrant or a man-eating beast. He should make every new recruit full of fear, and then they will obey the orders obediently.

So, Nikolayevich opened his eyes wide, staring at each of the recruits who rushed out of the barracks and ran before him with the most fierce look he could, watching them line up, and then shouted: "Listen to my orders, turn right! Run forward!"

After the entire team started running, Nikolaevich shouted loudly again: "Everyone has it, listen to my order! Two tigers, two tigers, run fast... prepare and sing!"

So the preparatory political commissar followed him and sang: "Two tigers, run fast, run fast..."

Petrovsky was also singing, and his voice was as loud as others, but in fact he didn't want to sing this song at all - not because it was difficult to sing, but because it was a nursery rhyme. As a glorious revolutionary soldier, he could accept "Marseille" and "Internationale", which made him sing children's songs like a little kid, which was really awkward.

Petrovsky didn't understand why everyone wanted to sing this song during the morning jogging. No matter from which perspective, this song was too playful. It could not show the momentum of a revolutionary soldier at all.

Of course, there is only a certain immortal who can have such a bad habit. This famous song "Two Tigers" has countless versions, such as the later Whampoa Military Academy, which sang the overthrow of the great powers. At that time, this song was called "The Song of the National Revolution".

Li Xiaofeng just changed to a more joyful version of children's songs, but this is not because he likes to mess around. The main reason is that the old-fashioned Brusilov is preparing to let the preparatory political commissar sing some more conservative songs, while a certain immortal is more willing to promote revolutionary songs. After a quarrel, no one is convinced, and he ends up singing children's songs.

To be honest, this is very appropriate. In the eyes of the instructors of Brusilov, these so-called reserve political commissars are just a group of little kids. It is appropriate to let them sing children's songs. Of course, the instructors usually start, and they also think it is embarrassing to sing "Two Tigers". So they are more willing to force their soldiers to sing "Two Tigers" loudly. Whenever they see the soldiers' aggrieved look, they will feel extremely comfortable.

Petrovsky didn't like "Two Tigers". He didn't like singing it or listening to it. And it was not just him, but the majority of people who didn't like it in the preparatory political commissar, but they had to sing it loudly. Because the training camp clearly stipulated that all those who refused to sing or did not sing loudly would be punished.

Of course, although singing children's songs is embarrassing, what is even more unbearable is the training schedule for every day: get up on time at 6 o'clock, run for 30 minutes and sing loudly, then wash and eat breakfast within fifteen minutes, and then endless training - monotonous physical training, until everyone is exhausted, and then everyone goes to bed.

Of course, if Brusilov or a certain instructor is in a good mood, or if they are in a bad mood, there will be one or two emergency gatherings or outdoor training at night.

This is the life of the preparatory political commissar, a monotonous, hard and regular life, but almost no one likes it. Even people like Petrovsky who are already accustomed to the military camp life are full of complaints about the training life arranged by them, let alone the workers and students who have never taken guns and have not lived in collective life.

Many people want to leave, but they can only think about it. Before coming, all the preliminary political commissars were told seriously that if they agreed to receive training, they would not withdraw before the training, nor would they disclose any people and matters related to the training. Otherwise, they would be regarded as the betrayal.

In other words, if the poor preparatory political commissars still want to stay in Bolshevik, they can only receive training honestly until the end.

"stand at attention!"

With Nikolaevich's screams, the team quickly stopped and the singing disappeared without a trace. The difficult, nauseating running and singing time had ended. The preparatory political commissars were waiting for the devil instructor to announce the disbandment, and then immediately went to the cafeteria for breakfast... Everyone's eyes were green with hunger.

But Nikolaevich did not announce his disbandment immediately as usual, "Gentlemen," he began, "I have good news and bad news to tell you, which one do you want to listen to first?"

The preparatory political commissars remained silent. This was the old trick of the damn Nikolaevich. Once upon a time, when they had just arrived at the Finnish base, they had been fooled several times. Whether they wanted to listen to good news or bad news first, just open their mouths, it meant that they had made a mistake. They were soldiers and had the duty to obey orders. No matter what news, they could only listen silently and never ask questions.

Nikolaevich looked at his subordinates with satisfaction. These fools finally learned to be smart. They didn't talk nonsense like the beginning. Of course, learning to be smart also means that Nikolaevich must come up with new ideas to find fun for himself.

Of course, as an old instructor, Nikolaevich has never lacked new ideas, and soon he came up with a good idea.

"I'll tell you good news first," he cleared his throat, "Gentlemen, your three-month military training will be shortened to one month!"

"Thank God! Thanks to Virgin Mary! Thanks to Jesus Christ!"

The extremely excited political commissars began to thank all the gods without saying a word. Fortunately, the old military officer group led by Brusilov was trained. If they were old-fashioned people like Comrade Steel, they would have to take off their skin because they couldn't control their mouths on the spot.

Everyone cheered immediately when they heard Nikolaevich announce the wrinkle of the devil's training to a month. But the next second, the cheers stopped abruptly.

Because Nikolaevich then announced: "And the bad news I want to tell you is that the training time is greatly shortened. In order to ensure the quality of your training, the intensity will be doubled from today!"

The news was so terrifying that the preparatory political commissar present was so surprised that they could not speak.

Of course, Nikolayevich would not be surprised. He smiled evilly: "Gentlemen, given your unorganized and undisciplined behavior just now, the breakfast time is shortened to five minutes. Five kilometers of armed cross-country training will be conducted afterwards. Good luck!"

A week later...

"I'm going to die. When will this damn wild training be the first?"

Even without looking back, Petrovsky knew who was complaining. Except for the guy named Maxim, there would be no one else. Although everyone doesn't like the ongoing training, only he would yell loudly. And this kind of yelling has no benefit at all. It will only make the mood of the sensation worse and then double their training intensity.

Sure enough, Nikolayevich roared at him: "Maxim, if you talk more, don't think about lunch today!" After a pause, he ordered with great magnanimity: "Stop moving forward! Take ten minutes off!"

The team immediately stopped moving forward as ordered. Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. They sat casually on both sides of the road, and a few tired guys were just lying on the ground.

Of course, Nikolayevich was not satisfied with the performance of his soldiers, but he did not intend to blame them too much. No matter who was fully armed and had been trained for a long distance for a day and a night, he would feel tired. Even if he was himself, he was in trouble now. Anyway, he was not on the battlefield, so it would be fine to take a break for a little, but the actual situation was completely different from what Nikola imagined.

Just as Nikolaevich was sitting on the ground gasping, a strange but familiar voice suddenly came into his ears, as if it were a rhythmic shooting sound of a machine gun.

Where did the gunshots come from in the wilderness? Nikolaevich thought foolishly. But he woke up immediately, waved his arms and shouted loudly, "Enemy attack, find cover!" As he said that, he kicked Maxim beside him off Luji with one kick.

With Nikolaevich's voice, the entire team immediately became a mess.

"Look for cover! Look for cover!"

"Where are the enemies? I can't see them!"

"Who is attacking us?"

While the preparatory political commissar was looking for cover and looking for the enemy's position in a mess, the sound of machine gun shooting became more and more harsh. The only thing that is thankful is that the enemy's accuracy seemed to be very poor, and they just hit the dusty area more than ten meters or dozens of meters ahead of them, and did not hit any target. Therefore, no casualties were found, so there were no casualties for the time being.

But no matter what, everyone was knocked out, some people began to shoot randomly without any brains, and the scene began to become more and more chaotic.

In this chaos, Petrovsky looked for himself as fast as possible to cover a waist-deep canal in the farmland on the roadside. He rushed into the canal, quickly threw down his marching backpack on his back, and began to look for the source of the gunshots.

Petrovsky did not find any trace of the enemy at first, and they hid it well. But soon, several black shadows in the distant dense forest attracted his attention. Petrovsky was not sure whether it was the enemy. He stretched his neck and looked carefully in the direction of the black shadow.

But as soon as he raised his head, a string of machine gun bullets flew over and hit the ridge of the field in front of Petrovsky with extreme accuracy, stirring up a series of dust, which scared him to shrink his head back.

"The enemy is in the woods!" Petrovsky shouted with hissing.

After a brief panic, Nikolaevich finally calmed down his young men and hid under the roadbed. They quickly fought back at the enemy in the dense forest. The PK machine guns frantically sprayed fire tongues, killing the trees and branches and leaves. Several pine trees that were not strong enough were swept into two pieces on the spot.

"Good job!" Nikolayevich happily patted the machine gunners on the shoulder, "Suppress them! We will win soon!"

It can only be said that Nikolaevich was too optimistic. The enemy he was facing was not only a few machine guns. As the mortar made a few dull explosions, the shells fell around Nikolaevich's team like raindrops.

The overwhelming explosions seriously stimulated Nikolaevich's nerves. He knew just from the frequency of the shelling that he might have encountered a large number of enemies. The only thing that is thankful is that the shells fired by the other party seemed to be fake and shoddy products, and except for being able to create large scoops of smoke, it seemed to have no lethality.

Just as Nikolayevich was secretly glad, his nose twitched, as if something was wrong with the smoke. Before he could react, the strong stimulation instantly submerged him.

He coughed and screamed, "Tear gas, put on a gas mask..."

However, it was too late for him to remind him that the enemy's machine guns began to show their power again. Just by listening to the sound, you can tell that at least ten machine guns were spraying bullets. In this case, it was impossible to wear a gas mask with peace of mind. What's more, in this smoke, there is not just tear gas.

After Petrovsky inhaled a few sips of smoke, tears and snot flowed downwards. Then a dizzy feeling of turning heads and feet hit him. Just as he was struggling to put on a gas mask, his eyes suddenly turned dark and then he lost consciousness... (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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