Li Xiaofeng didn't know what Yazov and Kulikov had encountered, but in fact he was not interested in knowing that he was not full and had enough time to worry about the enemy. After agreeing to the general attack plan formulated by Rokosovsky, he returned to his temporary office, placed his feet on the table, closed his eyes and prepared to stare for a while.

A certain immortal was not tired, but his fairy power was a little over the past two days. He had to seize every time to replenish his fairy power. Meditation was obviously a very suspicious attitude, so he could only pretend to sleep.

According to his plan, it would be almost time to "sleep" for two hours, but when he was woken up again it was five o'clock in the morning, nearly three hours later than when he asked Markway to wake him up.

"Comrade Andre, I told Comrade Markwei not to wake you up. You are too tired. You haven't slept for four hours in the past two days." Pyanitsky said with emotion and handed a cup of coffee to Li Xiaofeng: "Drink a little and refresh yourself."

Li Xiaofeng took the coffee, but did not touch it, but put the cup on the table next to him and asked, "Is the general attack going smoothly?"

Pjanitsky shook his head: "The enemy's resistance is very fierce. We can only slowly clear every room."

"The enemy did not surrender?"

"Yes, but according to your request, once the ultimatum is passed, we will not accept surrender!" Pjanitsky explained, his expression and tone showed that he supported Li Xiaofeng's approach. "We must never accept the surrender of these stubborn and deadly hard-working elements, and they must be wiped out!"

"Yes." Li Xiaofeng nodded silently to express his satisfaction. But then, he suddenly asked. "Where is the Central Executive Committee? They have not caused us trouble?"

Pjanitsky immediately showed a confused expression. According to their previous estimates, the Moscow Central Executive Committee would never watch them make contributions. They would find faults and create obstacles in terms of emotion and reason, but what is confusing is that the Moscow Central Executive Committee did nothing!

Li Xiaofeng showed a meditative expression: "The Moscow Central Executive Committee should not be so honest. I have a very bad feeling."

"I think so too, their actions are unusual!" Pyanitsky took a sip of coffee worriedly, and then said: "I suspect they are engaging in conspiracy and plotting against us."

"You are not right!" As soon as Pjanitsky finished speaking, Vladimirsky rushed in angrily and slapped a telegram on the table. "Those bastards just wanted to grab credit, and they kept silent because they were waiting for Voroshilov!"

Voroshilov?

Li Xiaofeng glanced at the telegram on the table. The silly man was not mentioned, but the meaning was very clear: it was nothing more than saying that Fu Longzhi's troops were about to arrive in Moscow. The Central Executive Committee believed that it was very appropriate for him, a comrade who had a very rich armed struggle, to command Moscow's military operations... In other words, the Moscow Central Executive Committee was preparing to deprive them of military power in another way.

"Didn't Voroshilov be mentioned here?" Pyanitsky asked silly.

Vladimirsky said hatefully: "Of course I didn't mention it. This was revealed to me by my friend in the Central Executive Committee. He said that Voroshilov's troops were halfway. He would return to Moscow at noon today at the latest!"

Pjanitsky still didn't understand the twists and asked foolishly: "I don't think there is anything wrong with letting Comrade Fu Longzhi lead the armed uprising. After all, Moscow's revolutionary military committee has been paralyzed. There is nothing wrong with letting a comrade with respectable military experience preside over the overall situation, right?"

Vladimirsky looked at his old partner speechlessly, and was going crazy about his simplicity and kindness. He even pointed out Voroshilov's name. Why don't you understand what the Moscow Central Executive Committee wants to do!

Li Xiaofeng was very calm. He did not worry about Pjanitsky's simplicity. In fact, he felt that Vladimirsky was not much stronger. If the two of them had not seen the thrilling scene together at the Central Executive Committee the day before yesterday, he would have been kept in the dark.

"Comrade Voroshilov and Comrade Joseph Stalin have a very good relationship. It is said that he is with Migoyan and Kirov are also old friends..." Li Xiaofeng threw out this sentence lightly, then closed his mouth and began to drink coffee as if nothing had happened.

Pjanitsky was still waiting for the following text silly, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Li Xiaofeng talking. He suddenly became anxious: "You mean, Voroshilov and Kirov are in the same group? No way?"

"There is nothing impossible!" Vladimirsky clicked the telegram on the table again, "Look at this telegram, the Central Executive Committee wants us to hand over the command of the army to Voroshilov!"

Pjanitsky was stunned. He slowly spliced ​​several clues together, and then asked cautiously: "You mean that the Central Executive Committee wants to suppress us under the name of Comrade Fu Longzhi!"

"Isn't this obvious?" Vladimirsky slapped the table heavily, "Moscow's armed uprising has basically won, and only the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee has not yet surrendered. Whoever has won the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee is the great hero of the revolution. The Central Executive Committee of the Moscow wanted to take away the results we achieved after fighting bloody battles, and wanted to use the fruits of victory as a fig leaf for their inaction!"

Pjanitsky's face suddenly turned pale and he murmured: "How can they do this? How can they be so shameless!"

"They have been making this ghost idea for a long time!" When Vlakirmisky remembered that he was almost detained by the Moscow Central Executive Committee that day, he was immediately angry. "They were going to do this the day before yesterday, but their conspiracy was frustrated by Comrade Andre. Now they have turned conspiracy into open conspiracy and are ready to blatantly steal the fruits of victory!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned to Li Xiaofeng and asked sincerely: "Comrade Andrei, you have many flexible ideas. Tell me! How should we deal with it?"

Li Xiaofeng looked at him and Pyanitsky, then stood up and stretched: "Comrades. Things have not gotten that bad yet." He tried hard to squeeze out a smile and shrugged easily, "Fulongzhi is Fulongzhi. Voroshilov is Voroshilov. They are not the same thing at all. Even if we want to obey Comrade Fulongzhi's leadership, it doesn't mean that Voroshilov can take the chicken feathers as a command arrow. Besides, is I a central commissioner fake?"

"But if they are just ready to be shameless..." Vladimirsky reminded, "You haven't seen how unscrupulous they are!"

"That's true." Pjanitsky nodded, "If you don't worry about ten thousand, just be afraid of one, if they..."

Li Xiaofeng picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. He seemed to be thinking. After a moment, he asked, "How long will it take for us to take the enemy's last position?"

"It should take several hours, and the enemies are hiding in the cellar, which is very difficult to deal with!"

"All in the cellar?" Li Xiaofeng suddenly laughed, "That's simple!"

How could it be simple?

Vladimirsky and Pyanitsky both felt that Li Xiaofeng was making a fuss, and the solid cellars and caves were the hardest to clean. In that dark and narrow environment, the advantage of military strength could not be reflected at all, and every step forward would have to pay a huge price!

"That's the traditional method!" Li Xiaofeng smiled, and he asked again: "Didn't Comrade Constantine use a flamethrower to deal with the mice hiding in the cave?"

flamethrower?

Neither Vladimirsky nor Pyanitsky had seen the power of a flamethrower and had no idea about this weapon that could only spray flames. They asked together: "Is this weapon useful?"

"Of course it's useful!" Li Xiaofeng smiled. He picked up the receiver and asked the operator to connect Rokosovsky's front-line command. "...Comrade Constantine, the flamethrower is especially suitable for dealing with rats hidden in the hole...what? Used? Why doesn't it work...oh, there is no fuel... This is my negligence. If you stop the attack, I will send someone to you soon!"

Li Xiaofeng really forgot. He bought the flamethrower in the treasure pot. He was only concerned about buying the flamethrower at that time. He forgot that this thing was made of oil. Generally speaking, individual flamethrowers need to be refilled with fuel and high-pressure air at most ten times. After using these ten flamethrowers for two or three days, they should have been out of stock.

"Let's go to the front line together!"

As soon as Li Xiaofeng put down his receiver, Pjanitsky suggested: "First, you can cheer up the comrades who are struggling, and secondly, you can also see the power of the flamethrower!"

Li Xiaofeng naturally knew that it was fake to cheer up, but Pjanitsky wanted to see the power of the flamethrower, but it was real. It was probably because he had no confidence in the power of the flamethrower and did not believe that the flamethrower could speed up the clearing.

It’s better to go and have a look together. Li Xiaofeng is not resistant to this. With him as an immortal, the clearing operation should be more smooth. At least he can sense the position of the White Army hiding, so that the attacking troops can avoid unnecessary losses.

It should be said that Li Xiaofeng and the others were going at the right time. Just before they arrived, Rokosovsky encountered trouble. Just when he was about to let the fire spitting soldiers re-enter the battlefield, the White Army hiding in the cave suddenly shook the white flag.

"What does this mean?" a Red Guard member asked in shock.

As mentioned earlier, because the time for the ultimatum has come, Li Xiaofeng asked the troops not to accept the enemy's surrender and to kill them all. Before, the White Army tried to surrender, but they were all beaten into sieves. But now, these guys have not learned their lesson yet. Don't they know that this is a dead end?

But what makes the Red Guards strange is that although the white flag was shot out, no enemy came out of the fortifications. They just hid in the distance and shouted: "Don't shoot! I am conveying the news to you on behalf of the National Rescue and Revolutionary Committee! As long as you guarantee our personal safety, the National Rescue and Revolutionary Committee will surrender immediately! Repeat again, as long as you guarantee our personal safety, the National Rescue and Revolutionary Committee will surrender immediately!"

This situation made Rokosovsky very embarrassed. To be fair, he did not oppose accepting the enemy's surrender. After all, this could disintegrate the enemy's resistance and reduce casualties in the troops. However, Li Xiaofeng's order was there, indicating that he would not accept surrender. But what he wanted to surrender now was the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee. If they surrender, they could declare victory in the battle. It seems that this could be a good idea?

"Contact Comrade Andre and seek his opinion!" Rokosovsky issued an order to the messenger. However, this was unnecessary, because at this time, Li Xiaofeng was walking in with Vladimirsky and Pyanitsky.

"Don't accept surrender!" Li Xiaofeng said firmly, "Let the fire spits be prepared and start the attack!"

Rokosovsky widened his eyes. He didn't expect Li Xiaofeng to be so decisive. Even those who unexpectedly included Vladimirsky and Pyanitsky. They said in unison: "That's the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee!"

Li Xiaofeng smiled contemptuously. "So what if it's them? These scumbags are not worth staying in this world. Without them making trouble, our revolution will be even smoother!"

In fact, Li Xiaofeng had made up his mind early in the morning to be the scumbags of the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee. Accepting their surrender would be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain, because with their qualifications in the Russian political arena, they could not do anything to them after being captured. They could not even put these goods in prison. Instead of watching them escape and then changing places to continue to fight against the Bolsheviks, it would be better to solve them directly on the battlefield and save them from causing trouble in the future.

"Isn't that good?" Pjanitsky asked in a low voice, "These guys have a great influence. It is very likely that the Social Revolutionary Party, the Mensheviks and the Cadets will make a living!"

Vladimirsky also suggested: "That's right. Should I ask the Moscow Central Executive Committee, or ask the Party Central Committee directly for instructions before making a decision!"

Li Xiaofeng waved his hand decisively and said coldly: "There is no need for this! As a special commissioner of the central government, I have the most say in this matter. I don't need to be polite to these revolutionary enemies. It is the best way to directly eliminate them. Even if the Social Revolutionary Party and the Mensheviks have something to say? Who asked them to join the reactionary organization of the National Salvation Revolutionary Committee, any representative of the engineer who fights against Su Wei and the People's Committee is the enemy of the revolution. Don't be kind to the enemy!"

Speaking of this, he ordered loudly: "Attack."

"Yes, Comrade Andre. Start attacking immediately." Rokosovsky nodded and passed the order to the commander.

The messenger saluted him and ran away immediately. Not long after, maybe only a few minutes, the soldier carrying the flamethrower pointed the spray gun at the entrance of the fortification. An orange-red flame shot in, and immediately a tragic wail came from the fortification...

When the final battle started, Voroshilov was enjoying his breakfast, like the rudeest Russian farmer, tearing off a small piece of meat, putting it in his mouth and chewing it loudly, then swallowing it hard, and taking a big sip of vodka. Then he raised his fork and forked up a piece of meat, and then repeated the action just now.

It had been twenty minutes before this breakfast, but Voroshilov was not in a hurry at all, as if he had no sense of the passing of time, which was in sharp contrast to him who was so anxious that he could fly to Moscow last night.

The officers and soldiers of the cavalry regiment did not have no opinion on Voroshilov's absurd style, but no one had the ability or courage to persuade him to change. Offending the commander was not correct in any army, and the tolerant behavior was the same in the revolutionary army of the Bolsheviks, so Voroshilov's subordinates could only endure it.

So why did Voroshilov suddenly become not in a hurry? The reason is very simple. First of all, he is only twenty kilometers away from Moscow. As long as he is willing, he can enter the city after half an hour of running. Secondly, his scouts have already entered the city in advance and contacted the Moscow Central Executive Committee. According to the news they conveyed, Li Xiaofeng has not been able to take down the National Rescue Revolutionary Committee. According to the inside information obtained by the Moscow Central Executive Committee, Li Xiaofeng's troops cannot end the battle before noon today.

Since that's the case, why should Voroshilov be anxious? He hopes that Li Xiaofeng will attack desperately, pull out nails and bite hard bones for him, and it is best to win easily when he takes over the battle. That is the best compliment to him and the best blow to his mortal enemy.

Therefore, Voroshilov was very calm and did not worry at all, and he even hoped that Li Xiaofeng would suffer even more casualties. It would be better to completely lose his combat effectiveness, otherwise his troops could easily suppress the other party and then take over Moscow's supreme power.

Just as Voroshilov was imagining a bright future, a small team of cavalry rushed into his temporary base at high speed. After the sergeant dismounted, he walked directly to Voroshilov, gasped and saluted him an irregular military salute.

"Comrade Voroshilov."

Voroshilov raised his eyelids and looked at him, then continued to voraciously deal with his breakfast until he swallowed all the pieces of meat in his mouth into his stomach, and then he asked lazily: "What's the matter?"

The sergeant replied: "The Moscow Central Executive Committee requires you to enter the city immediately!"

"Didn't I tell them, don't be too anxious?" Voroshilov snorted dissatisfiedly, "What's there to worry about?"

"That's right, Comrade Andre Petrovic accelerated the attack..."

Before the sergeant finished speaking, Voroshilov laughed wildly, as if he had heard some good news. This made the sergeant feel inexplicable. He could only say with a stern finger: "The comrade of the Moscow Central Executive Committee believes that it is necessary for you to enter the city immediately and take over..."

"No," Voroshilov refused directly, "There is no need to do this at all. Go back and tell the comrades of the Central Executive Committee that everything is as expected, don't be too nervous!" As he said that, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said confidently: "I will enter the city in an hour."

"One hour?" the sergeant almost shouted, "Comrade Voroshilov, the Central Executive Committee requested..."

Voroshilov signaled him to shut up and told him: "This is my order, and I will arrive at the battlefield at the most appropriate moment, and it is not that time."

"But……"
Chapter completed!