Nikolayev.

When the gunfire sounded in the city for a day finally subsided, it was already ten days since the setting sun. After a day of fierce fighting, the counter-revolutionaries scattered in the city were finally wiped out, but the Red Army soldiers who participated in the counter-insurgency operation were still unable to rest. According to the orders of the Fleet Committee, they would be martial law all night and strictly prevent the resurgence of the counter-revolutionaries from defending to death.

Peter stretched beautifully, and after the battle he glared. There was no way, he couldn't stand it anymore. From morning to evening, he fought desperately for a whole day. After more than ten hours of high-intensity work, he really couldn't stand it anymore without taking a nap.

Just as he wanted to stand up and move his muscles, a big fat man with a gloomy face walked over from the pier with a few men in black leather coats.

Peter had never seen this person before, but just from his outfit and temperament, he seemed to be a person from Cheka. The person directly boarded the warship, then walked into the captain's room with a swagger, and brought the door with a bang.

Peter had a bad premonition. The people of Cheka were famously difficult to deal with. These people often didn't know how to reason and scanned everyone with a spirit of doubt.

Now, this group of unpopular guys came to the door, and Peter couldn't help but wonder if there was nothing good. After all, I had just experienced a rebellion, and the charlatan immediately came to the door. No matter how you look at it, it was a weasel who wished the chicken a New Year.

The facts also seemed to correct Peter's speculation. In the captain's room, there were fierce quarrels. It could be heard from the context of the political commissar that he was really angry. Peter's heart immediately became thrust. Compared with the old officers who led them in the Tsarist Russian era, the officers and soldiers preferred the new political commissar.

The political commissar does not have the arrogant pride of the old officer, nor has he abused soldiers. He cares about the situation of every sailor, and can also actively introduce the revolutionary situation to everyone and guide everyone to understand the essence of the revolution.

Like other sailors, Peter liked the young political commissar and did not want him to be blamed by Cheka for no reason. Involuntarily, he and the other sailors rushed towards the captain's office, hoping to figure out what was going on.

Just when everyone was anxious, the door of the captain's room was opened again, and the fat man in the lead walked out with a few subordinates in leather clothes. He was immediately startled by the situation at the door.

"What are you doing? Disperse!" the fat man said in a bad voice.

However, no sailors dispersed, and no one would get out of the way before the safety of the political commissar was determined. Fortunately, the worst thing did not happen. The political commissar was not arrested, and although his face was so angry that he was red. However, his personal freedom was not restricted.

The political commissar seemed a little surprised by the situation at the door, but was more moved. He quickly interrupted and said, "Comrades, let's all go. These comrades are just here to understand some of the situation."

However, the sailors still did not disperse because they did not understand what happened last night. The Diamond rebelled with the Donetsk, and then we bravely fought against them to the death. We paid a heavy price. Aren't these obvious facts?

However, the situation seemed to be different from the sailors' imagination. The fat man in the head did not think that this was the fact. He was mean by nature and was good at examining all problems with a skeptical eye. According to the latest instructions issued by the Fleet Committee in the evening, he determined that today's rebellion was far more than that simple. He believed that there must be deeper conspiracies in this, and that there were more counter-revolutionaries lurking in the revolutionary ranks. If they didn't pull them out, they would be sorry for the revolution and the party!

"Comrade Political Commissar, I hope you will submit your experience today to me as soon as possible in the form of a written report. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, I must see your report on my desk!"

After saying that, the fat man turned his head and walked away with a big strode. The proud and domineering style made Peter itch.

The soldiers, including Peter, asked in a verbal question: "Political Commissar, what happened?"

"Who are they? What do they want to do?"

The political commissar sighed, letting the soldiers relax and explain: "They are comrades of the local deeds, responsible for detecting the rebellion this morning."

"What does that have to do with us?" the soldiers asked in confusion.

The political commissar smiled bitterly. He really couldn't tell these simple soldiers the truth. He couldn't tell them - Chika suspected that they were also involved in the rebellion and were counter-revolutionaries!

He really didn't want to fight these fighters who had fought bloody battles with counter-revolutionaries, and could not hurt them with such heart-pounding nonsense. The political commissar could only hide his anger in his heart and comfort and persuade the soldiers as much as possible.

Some people believe the political commissar, but some people don’t believe it. For example, Peter doesn’t believe it. He can see that the political commissar has something to do, and things are definitely not as simple as he said!

Peter's feeling is correct, things are indeed not simple. Although Cheka's task is to fight back and doubt everything, anyone with a discerning eye can tell who is the counter-revolutionary and who is the good person. If they were willing to rebel, they would not fight against the Diamond and join them directly. Is it enough to doubt their loyalty and the political commissar's ethics? It is simply slander!

Anyway, Peter was extremely angry at this kind of approach and felt that his efforts today were completely blind. In Nikolayev, Peter was not the only one who had this idea, he was just a representative of the millions of ordinary sailors.

As Chika scattered everything and interrogated the heroes who were still actively suppressing the rebellion in the morning, the emotions of the city inevitably began to become intense, and dissatisfaction and anger were spread like sparks.

In fact, there are more than just Nikolayev, in Novorossiysk, in Khlsson, in Sevastopol, and in Chika's activities are extremely active. From the evening, they attacked everywhere, arrested and interrogated all those they considered suspicious. Most of the time, they were simply far-fetched and unreasonable.

For example, in Sevastopol, sailors and officers who served on rebellious warships such as the Diamond and Asqued, even if they had nothing to do with the rebellion in the early morning, and there was no evidence that they had any involvement, they were arrested, detained and interrogated by Cheka.

The Chekas were simply crazy. Their actions aroused the unanimous anger among the officers and soldiers of the Black Sea Fleet. Countless sailors and political commissars tried to call the Fleet Committee and send telegrams to stop the Cheka's atrocities. However, the phone could not be reached, and the telegram was sent like a rock sinking into the sea. The Fleet Committee did not give any explanation, and it seemed that they had no intention of explaining.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the dissatisfaction of the sailors in Sevastopol reached their peak. They selected their own representatives and appointed them to the Fleet Committee to express their wishes and strongly demanded that Chika stop the random arrest of people.

The delegates slowly walked from the ships and barracks to the Fleet Committee office. They walked together in groups of three or five. They exchanged opinions in a low voice and cursed Chika angrily until they were intercepted by the post on the way to the Fleet Committee.

One of the posts:

"It is strictly forbidden to pass here!" A guy wearing a black leather jacket and a fat face snorted arrogantly.

The delegates immediately didn't understand: "Why?"

The guy with a fleshy face glanced at the sailor and continued to say in a very hatred arrogant tone: "According to Sevastopolchika's orders, this road has been blocked!"

When the delegates heard it was Cheka, they immediately became angry. However, they still did not lose their minds and asked again: "Why should the streets be blocked?"

The man with a fat face snorted again: "A command is an order, why are there so many reasons! Get out of here!"

The sailor representatives were rising in anger, but it must be noted that at this time, they still did not lose their minds, but just glared at the person with a fierce face. They chose to take a detour.

Yes, in the eyes of the sailors, all roads lead to Rome, and this road is not allowed to be taken. At worst, we can take a detour. Otherwise, what they didn't expect was that there was no way to go, and the routes leading to the fleet committee were guarded by the Cheka people. These guys had no good face to face, and they had no good face to anyone. Especially when they were sailors, they would be ridiculed at the least, and they would be ridiculed by old fists.

The sailor representatives endured the walls once or twice, but they would sooner or later break out. Because in their opinion, Chika's arrogance was completely condoned by the Fleet Committee. They wanted to suppress their calls and suppress them, such as the sailors.

When anger accumulates to a certain extent, just one spark can detonate everything. When the unbearable sailors angrily fight back against the arrogant arrogance of Chika, everything explodes. The sailors and the Chika staff who set up the checkpoints are formed into a group. They first punched and kicked, then kicked, and then hit the sticks and daggers, until someone finally fired the first shot.

This shot changed everything, and when the angry sides exchanged bullets with each other, everything seemed to be irreversible.

"Everything goes well, Skoropatsky said his men have angered the sailors and we can start the next step!"

Nicholas breathed lightly, and he was not really relieved until he got the news. Now that the flames were ignited, it was almost impossible to put out it.

He said with a smile: "I will go to the Fleet Committee immediately and inform them of this important news. Next, it is time for the rebellion of the plain sailors!"

Nikola's plan was very simple. He made a big fuss on the insurgency of the Asqued and Diamond, asking the Fleet Committee to arrest the suspicious "counter-revolutionary" elements and then incite the sailors' emotions. Finally, when the sailors' emotions broke out, he only needed to light a fire and burn everything.

"The counter-revolutionaries began to riot?"

When the Fleet Committee learned about the fake news Nikola brought, they were immediately shocked because the communication channel was cut off by Nikola in advance and they did not know what was happening outside. Instead, the gunfire sounds made them very concerned.

Nikola explained seriously: "This is a counter-revolutionary attempt to siege the Fleet Committee. They had had a serious conflict with Chika before, killing and injuring a lot of our comrades... Comrades, you can no longer stand by and watch, and you must take decisive measures to quell this rebellion!"

The Fleet Committee did not immediately believe Nicholas' lies, nor were they brainless people. They did not know what was going on outside, and they did not dare to issue any orders casually, especially serious matters such as anti-counterfeiting. Unclearing situations will lead to chaos.

Nicholas was not in a hurry to hesitate about the Fleet Committee. If the Fleet Committee immediately agreed to his request, he would be surprised. It would be normal to be rejected. This is normal, which also means that he can proceed to the next step.

Not long after Nikolai left the Fleet Commission's station, he almost left, and a large number of counter-revolutionaries dressed in sailors shouted various slogans and began to attack the Fleet Commission's station.

For a moment, guns and cannons were roaring, and shouting loudly. Through the window, the members of the Fleet Committee could clearly see the faces of every counter-revolutionary, and were deeply impressed by their madness and bloodshed.

Combined with Nikola's previous warning, the members involuntarily felt a sense of wind and coldness in their hearts. They seemed to be able to feel that counter-revolutionaries were active in every corner of Sevastopol. If they were not suppressed immediately, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The situation was getting out of control, as the Fleet Commission issued martial law orders, as the Fleet Commission ordered all sailors to return to warships and barracks, and as they announced that no one was allowed to stay on the street without the Fleet Commission's permission, the sailors seemed to have an impression that the Fleet Commission was indeed condoning the Cicada, and they had to be responsible for it!

Skoropatsky exclaimed: "It's so perfect!"

After completing all the actions, Nikola and Skoropatsky admired the chaos they detonated at the hiding spot under the Nikolaev's fortress. According to the established plan, the chess pieces hidden among the sailors were about to start moving. They should further tease the sensitive nerves of the sailors and guide them to burn the Bolshevik fleet committee and Chika to ashes with their angry flames.

Skoropatsky said with great emotion: "When the sailors began to attack the fleet committee, and when they started to bite the dog, we could take the opportunity to seize the fort!"

At this time, Skoropatsky also admired the young man who was a few years younger than him. The whole plan was closely linked, using the rebellion of Odessa and Nikolayev to lure Andre Petrovic away, and then secretly seized Sevastopol's communication network. Then he spread false news and used the anti-counterfeiting to detonate the sailors' emotions. Finally, there was a Li Daitaozun, which caused the fleet committee and the sailors to fire, and took advantage of this great opportunity of chaos, so that they could get on the move.

If Sevastopol can be captured in the end, then Nikola, who made the overall plan, must remember his first contribution. To be honest, Skoropatsky was convinced by someone. He was indeed a senior spy trained by the old imperialist country. He turned his hands and turned his hands into rain, and it was easy to disrupt the Bolsheviks. With such allies in cooperation, why worry about the big thing not being done!

However, Nikola did not have as much emotion as Skoropatsky. Although the plan had been unfolded smoothly, everything seemed to be smooth, and it seemed that victory was at hand. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, and always felt that there was something fatal crisis hidden under the smooth sailing.

But no matter how Nichola thought about it, he couldn't think of where the danger was hidden. Could it be that I was too concerned? He couldn't help but think.

After a long time, when the noise on the street became louder and louder, and when the sailors were getting more and more excited, Nichola suddenly frowned, and turned to Skoropatsky and asked, "Where is that old man Boris?"

Skoropatsky was obviously stunned, unable to keep up with Nicholas's thinking. To be honest, he didn't know where Boris was. So he asked back with incomprehension: "What did he do? He was just a bad old man!"

Nicholas suddenly squeezed into a ball of eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, and he finally remembered what he had ignored. As Boris, who has a huge influence among sailors, such an important figure has never been exposed for the whole day today, especially now, the whole city is in a turmoil. He who has defected to the Red Army should not have no action!

Nikola immediately bounced up from his seat and shouted in great angrily: "Idiot, I told you a long time ago, don't underestimate the influence of that old man! Go and check it immediately and find out where the old man is and what he is doing as soon as possible!"

Skoropatsky's face looked ugly. No one except the German godfather could call him a fool in person. He immediately threw away his favor and admiration for Nicholas just now. He remembered this kid and vowed to repay the shame of today's thousands of times in the future.

However, before this, Skoropatsky honestly accepted Nikola's request. Even though he looked down on Boris, even if he felt that this request was a bit of a big deal, he knew that Nikola was indeed a little better than him. There must be a reason why people like him, which are so important to him.

Skoropatsky left in a hurry. He needed to contact his subordinates quickly to find out where Boris was. To be honest, it was very difficult and time to complete this very sudden task on this chaotic night.

Time is really precious to Nikola and Skoropatsky, because they don’t have much time to squander... Nikola understood this. He was even more cunning than a fox. He found his mistake and ordered Skoropatsky to go out to investigate. He decided to evacuate the hiding point immediately.

He ordered: "Leave Sevastopol and go to the British Consulate in Simferopol, hurry!"
Chapter completed!