The Don River in April is no longer quiet. The arrival of the spring flood season makes this river full of vitality. The gurgling light of the river looks so happy.

Unfortunately, it was just a pleasure to watch. As the Czech legion rebelled, the entire lower reaches of the Don River were upside down. The farmers who had just obtained the land had to stop the spring sowing and watch the former men continue to act as a blessing.

North Donetsk, northwest of Lugansk, is a small city, where Voroshilov set up his headquarters. A large number of guerrillas were active around the small town, of course, the most were the Red Army cavalry riding tall horses.

Voroshilov loved the cavalry from the bottom of his heart. The one who was the most envious of the nobles who rode a tall horse, was so handsome and cool! So in the sequence of the 10th Army, the cavalry was undoubtedly the highest-ranking position.

If there is the highest status, there will naturally be the lowest status. In the sequence of the 10th Army, the one who is least favored by Voroshilov is undoubtedly the artillery equipped for him. He has no interest in the artillery Voroshilov. In his opinion, such a bulky big guy can't keep up with the team at all, just a group of soy sauce bottles that are dragging their legs.

To be honest, because of Stalin, the artillery equipped by this guy is pretty good, including 8 1909 122mm howitzers and 12 Schneider 1909 105mm mountain howitzers. Such firepower is really powerful for the newly built Red Army, but for those who don’t know how to use it, no matter how powerful the firepower is, it is empty.

At least the officer who commanded this artillery unit thought so. In his eyes, Voroshilov was a arrogant candid. Or he could also add a comment that he knew nothing about military affairs. Because from the last Luhansk defeat, he could not see Voroshilov's shining light. If he hadn't been smart enough to order his retreat early, he fled to Slaviyansk in a hurry. Otherwise, it would be very likely that these powerful artillery had been left to the White Army.

Mikhail Petrovic Sukhoi sighed and sat up from his camp bed in a bad mood. It was the day again, and the idleness these days had made him extremely bored. He ordered the orderly soldiers to fetch a basin of water, and then began the most important work of the day - shaving.

As a nobleman, our artillery major paid great attention to his disguise, his chin must be clean and he must not have any beard. As for the two slightly upturned French-style beards on his lips, they must be carefully trimmed, not even at all. After trimming, they must use special hair wax to apply oil, which looks so greasy and energetic.

To be honest, in the past, at least before Sukhoi went to France to study, there was no such poor and particularity. At that time, he was like ordinary Russian aristocrats, with the rugged style unique to polar bears.

It was only when I arrived in Sukhoi, France that I learned what a true aristocrat was. Compared with the French upper class, the Russian aristocratic circle was simply a pigpen. It was so primitive and rough, so unbearable.

However, Sukhoi's aristocratic atmosphere was a bit noisy, not completely orthodox French style, but also a bit British stiffness under the elegant and gorgeous appearance of France. There is no way, who made our Major also work as a deputy naval officer in the Russian Embassy in the United Kingdom for two years. He was inevitably infected with the old-fashioned style of John's cow.

Don't be surprised, it's not that the author I wrote it wrong. The protagonist of our story in this chapter, Sukhoi, is indeed an orthodox naval officer, and even his father, uncle, grandfather and grandfather are also naval officers. What flows in the blood vessels of this family is naval whiskey rather than army vodka.

Of course, our Sukhoi has no love for whiskey or vodka. As a patient with deep alcohol allergy, even the little alcohol from Gvasri can suffocate him. The drink he usually prefers is the British-style Darjeeling black tea, which has a slightly grape-flavored and delicate and soft taste, which is his "bad habit" in the UK.

"Ivan, is my military uniform not hot yet?" Sukhoi, who was fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt in the mirror, asked in a little dissatisfied with Russian in a little London accent.

His poor orderlyman looked at his commander with great resentment. To be honest, he was full of anger towards this "sissy" commander.

In the eyes of Comrade Ivan, men don’t need to live so carefully at all. There is a little dust on their coats and a little crooked cuffs. What else can they do? Is it necessary to fold the square scarf in the pocket of the top so delicately? It can die if it grows a little shorter!

"This iron is not easy to use!" Ivan underestimated.

Sukhoi looked at the boy and suddenly said, "Abadworkmanalwaysblameshistool."

Ivan, who was ironing clothes, really wanted to touch his forehead with his hands. Someone had bad habits and liked to quote some British proverbs and liked to show off his education. He was really fed up with this bad habit.

Put on his coat, Sukhoi fiddled in the mirror for a long time, and said in his heart that this guy was not very satisfied. However, the conditions were limited and he could only make a living. He waved his hand and let Ivan leave. The guy stepped on the leather boots he had wiped with his own hands and walked out of the tent with his head held high.

Why did Comrade Sukhoi choose to wipe his boots? Because Ivan's craftsmanship really couldn't satisfy him. As a noble and an officer, the teaching he received from his grandfather was that his head could be broken and his hair should not be messed up, and his blood could flow and leather boots should not be free from oil. In short, a soldier must have a grace, even if he dies, he must be JJbombsky.

With graceful steps, Sukhoi began the second most important work of the day, patrolling his camp and urging the soldiers to maintain cannons, in his words, Thecobblershouldsticktohisbefore.

After a round of patrol in the camp, it was generally noon. For our very particular classmate Sukhoi, this lunch is also very particular. It is best to have fine wheat bread (white bread) with Caspian caviar and a little fresh juice.

Of course. Now there is no white bread, and juice is not realistic. He can only chew Liba with the caviar he brought at home, and then the cold water pipes in the Don River are enough.

This lunch doesn't take much time. When he wiped his mouth and left the dining table gracefully, he would go back to his tent to take a nap. The time is usually not long, only half an hour to forty-five minutes. After getting up, the procedure of dressing in the morning will be repeated again. This is also an important reason why our Comrade Ivan is full of resentment.

In the afternoon, Sukhoi was the happiest time. Usually at this time, he would order the soldiers to raise the observation hot air balloons used by artillery and go to the sky to feel the feeling of flying. In his own words, it is Halfaloafisbetterthanone. (It is better to have half a loaf of bread than not).

Why do you say that? As mentioned earlier, our classmate Sukhoi is a naval officer, and his major is artillery. Artillery is not about studying how to shoot artillery (laughs). And how to make artillery shells more accurately.

If you want to shoot the cannon accurately, the requirements for sighting are very high. As the old saying goes, stand high and look far, in order to observe the bounce point more clearly, and to correct the error, it is best to stand higher. Although the main mast of a warship is very high, it is still not ideal for observation. By the end of the 19th century and the beginning of actual conditions, with the development of aviation technology, the emergence of balloons, airships and aircraft seemed to solve this problem.

For example, as mentioned earlier, the observation balloons used by artillery soldiers. Of course, in the first battle, balloons and other things became childhood sweethearts. With the emergence of the aircraft platform, balloons and airships soon became obsolete.

Our Sukhoi has seen the world. After returning from Britain, most of his energy was devoted to aircraft equipment, to be precise, to be precise. In the Baltic Fleet, he tried his best to develop new aircraft, believing that aircraft would play a very important role in naval battles in the new century.

However, this guy is a little bit slight, and his set is not in line with the big ships and cannons, and his development is not satisfactory. Otherwise, a great young man with education, study abroad experience, and aristocratic background would not be almost thirty years old and he is still just a major.

In the Baltic Fleet, Sukhoi was the gunman of the battleship Petropavlovsk. His entire experience in World War I was almost unremarkable. After the February Revolution, his days were nothing to say. As an old officer with a noble background, he was immediately removed from all positions by the Fleet Committee and could only stay at home to play model aircraft with a few flight enthusiasts.

After the October Revolution, Sukhoi's life became increasingly difficult. He had confiscated all his property and had no choice but to play with model aircraft. He was almost ready to flee to Sweden to join his relatives. Fortunately, before this guy left, Trotsky introduced the policy of appointing old officers, and with the rebellion of the Czech Legion, the process of appointing old officers was undoubtedly greatly accelerated.

Sukhoi had no good feelings for the Bolsheviks. Thinking about it, no one who had been taken away from all privileges and property would have no good feelings for the perpetrators. Of course, he also had no good feelings for the White Army. As a young man who had experience in studying abroad, his vision was a little broader than the old-fashioned Russian locality. He knew that according to the nature of Tsarist Russia, revolution was a matter of time. He felt that those guys could not even win the Bolsheviks who were barefoot. It was too difficult to turn the tables now and had no future!

According to Sukhoi's idea, it would be better to go abroad and make a living abroad! But he did not leave because Cheka summoned him and asked him to serve the Red Army, otherwise he would be prosecuted for counter-revolutionary crimes.

Nikolai Yudovic Ivanov, who was arraigned with him, suggested going to the lower reaches of the Don River to join the White Army. This artillery general from the Tsarist Russian era was still a bit popular at that time, and many old officers responded to his call and ran away. But Sukhoi stayed and went to the Red Army to report. To be honest, this surprised many old officers who were still watching.

So why didn't Sukhoi run away with Ivanov? There are two reasons. One is that Trotsky talked to him. The second mentor made Sukhoi a little confused with his unique deception ability. Especially when he left, he gave him a lot of Darjeeling black tea, which made this guy even more excited. Another reason is even simpler. He is a naval officer and is not familiar with the army in the Don River. Compared with the former army and the Bolsheviks, the navy has a stronger ability to accept revolution, and many naval officers and generals are willing to serve the Soviet regime.

With black tea and factional tradition, Sukhoi decided to work for the Red Army first to see how the situation was. If the situation is really wrong, it would not be too late to run away.

So Sukhoi got on the pirate ship like this, but to his surprise, he was not re-arranged to serve in the navy. Instead, he formed a "naval infantry" with many sailors from the Baltic fleet and drove from Petrograd to Lugansk.

As an expert and expert in artillery, Sukhoi was appointed as the commander of the Artillery Brigade of the Red Ten Army, responsible for supporting Voroshilov's troops. As mentioned earlier, whether as a technical officer or a former nobleman of the old officer, he looked down on the vulgar Voroshilov. Especially after Luhansk's crushing defeat, the "picky" Sukhoi classmate often mocked and mocked their commanders behind their backs.

To be honest, Sukhoi's behavior is almost a search for death. As an internal strife and an outsider in the foreign war, Voroshilov was originally a very cautious anti-revolutionary master. It was too easy to kill an old officer and an old noble who he disliked. Especially after steel opened the door to facilitate him, Sukhoi's name must be on the first list of liquidation.

On that afternoon, just as Sukhoi finished his day's flight experience and was happily drinking dried sweet potatoes and drinking afternoon tea, the political commissar brought Slaviyansk's local deeds staff to the door.

"Mikhail Petrovic Sukhoi!"

The small, somewhat Turkish political commissar named his name very seriously. Sukhoi did not like this political commissar. In his opinion, the so-called political commissar was actually the product of the Bolsheviks' distrust of the old officers. It was the military supervisor.

Especially the political commissar could almost be said to have never been to school and knew nothing about artillery. Sukhoi did not look down on him. Instead, he felt that since you don’t understand artillery, you should let more professional people be responsible for commanding, instead of having to do everything and making excuses every time. Are you blindly commanding?

Anyway, after more than a month of cooperation, Sukhoi and the political commissar have been in constant friction. Sukhoi thinks that this guy is unprofessional and randomly interferes, while the political commissar does not stand his old aristocratic bourgeois habits. Anyway, both sides give the other party the worst evaluation, which is almost incompatible.

Now that the political commissar is coming to the door with great momentum, Sukhoi knows that nothing is good, and he even reads the meaning of gloating from the other party's expression.

Sukhoi raised his eyes and looked at the two men in black who were following the political commissar. He naturally knew this guy who was dressed in black leather and had a stiff expression similar to a zombie. As for Cheka, he had never seen him.

Sukhoi tried to ask in a calm tone: "What's the matter, Comrade Political Commissar?"

However, his peace was exchanged for the political commissar shouting: "Who is a comrade with you! Mikhail Petrovic Sukhoi, you old nobleman, the damn exploiting class, the enemy of the revolution, the class hatred between us is irreconcilable..."

Sukhoi was really not interested in this set. He interrupted the political commissar and continued to memorize the lines and asked, "What's wrong? Don't go around in circles!"

The political commissar seemed to want to show his complete revolutionary nature and was ready to come to Guankou. However, the Cheka staff behind him obviously did not want to waste so much time and directly announced: "Mikhail Petrovic Sukhoi, according to what we know, you have serious suspicion of counter-revolution, come with us!"

Sukhoi twitched his mouth and asked, "What is the specific charge? Is there an arrest warrant?"

The staff of the two Chekas were a little impatient. What kind of arrest warrant is needed for a Cheka arrest? You kid want to arrest him, right?

The two of them immediately shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, your crime is very clear, and the evidence is quite sufficient, and you cannot shirk it!"

Sukhoi sighed and said quietly: "What else can I do to capture me? Just shoot me to death on the spot."

"Do you think we dare not?"

Sukhoi sighed again and said, "Of course you dare, no one knows you can do anything."

Suddenly the political commissar came to the realm: "Diet to the point of death, you still dare to mock the revolutionary cadres, you really never repent..."

Suhoi took out his ears and said to the two chekas impatiently: "Okay, I'll go with you. This fly is so annoying. Go quickly, at least I can still get a quiet ear!"

"you……"

The political commissar was so angry that he seemed to want to rush up to use force to liquidate Sukhoi's counter-revolutionary crimes. However, the two Chekas were not interested for a long time and directly sent Sukhoi to him. Today they were going to arrest many people, so where could they waste time?

That night, Sukhoi was thrown into Chika's prison in Slaviyansk. According to Chika staff, his counter-revolutionary crimes will be interrogated by the people tomorrow, and the people will give him a final ruling. However, Sukhoi himself knew very well that according to the standards of the counter-revolutionaries who were shot before, he would definitely die. Maybe after the interrogation is over tomorrow, he would be dragged out to shoot a target.

Is Sukhoi afraid of death? It should be said that he is afraid of death. No one is not afraid of death. Even the strongest and most willing soldier who is ready to die will be afraid when death comes. However, Sukhoi's situation is somewhat different. Compared with death itself, he is more afraid of death in humiliation. According to the ancestral teachings of the Sukhoi family, even if he dies, he must die vigorously and become a human being.

Like a dough, he was kneaded casually, and even became a coward when he died, Sukhoi couldn't stand it. The family honor and pride he possessed told him that in tomorrow's interrogation, he would act like a real warrior, a real man, and he would give those who attempted to insult and slander him a loud slap in the face!

PS: Bow and thank Comrade Juventus! In addition, this chapter is a friendly guest appearance for Sukhoi's honorary classmate. Comrades who want to play guest can leave me a message.
Chapter completed!