Mironov did not show any outstanding performance in the previous battle to defeat the Czech Legion and the Krasnov bandits. The troops he organized were more of the role of guerrillas, attacking and harassing the rear of the White Army, and getting a little cheaper to get cold.

However, military geniuses will shine under any circumstances. Even in such small-scale battles, Mironov showed extraordinary talents. His guerrillas grew rapidly in more than a month, from the initial less than a thousand people to nearly three thousand people.

Moreover, during the more than a month of battle, because of his frequent dealings with the White Army's logistics and supplies, his troops were much better equipped than other guerrillas. Not only did everyone basically have guns, but also machine guns, and even pieced together a cavalry battalion.

In such difficult situations, it was not easy to do these things. So after the battle, his guerrillas accepted the formal adaptation, and Fu Longzhi awarded his troops the title of Don River Mixed Brigade.

After Ubolevic took office, the Don River Mixed Brigade was re-issued to the Red 10th Army, which suffered heavy losses in the previous stage, and used it as an independent brigade of the Red 10th Army. So two people who were destined to dislike each other met. Mironov was not particularly satisfied with his immediate superior Voroshilov, and believed that this comrade had limited talent and ability, especially he did not like his way of indulging soldiers.

As for Voroshilov, he had no special opinion on Mironov, and he had never paid attention to this guerrilla leader. Yes, in the eyes of the military master, Mironov was a guerrilla leader who became a monk halfway, thinking that his troops were just a group of unprofessional mobs, that is, they could do a little bit of stealing job like rats.

So Voroshilov didn't take Mironov and his troops into consideration at all, but after Ubolevic suddenly conducted a surprise inspection, causing the Red Ten Army to be in a mess and made Durbinko step down in a mess. The "big man" finally noticed Mironov. Obviously, this was not a good thing!

"It must be that guy did it." Voroshilov said to Zedanov in a angrily manner, and he took a mouthful of vodka while saying that.

Zhidanov was also an alcoholic, otherwise it would not have been possible for Voroshilov to let the whole army vent his drinking. He took a sip of wine and asked, "Why do you doubt Philip Kuzmic?"

"It's very simple. Only that guy has ever reported to me about drinking," Voroshilov said hatefully. "And Ubolevic came so suddenly again, just caught us in the current situation. How dare you say. No one reported it here?"

Voroshilov's speculation has some truth. Only those who do not like their style will react to their superiors. Otherwise, what kind of inspection will Ubolevic suddenly take place when he is over? If you make such a reason, the only person in the Red Ten Army who has an opinion on drinking is Mironov. If he didn't tell the news, who could he be?

To be honest, the "silly big guy" really wronged Mironov. Xiaomi (Mironov is older than Voroshilov) is really not a tongue-in-law. He is not accustomed to Voroshilov's approach, but that doesn't mean he will report it. He is really not that kind of person.

Mironov's most likely approach was to wait for his superiors to report the situation in person when he came to inspect. Before that, he would only restrain his troops. In fact, he did the same. When Ubolevic arrived at his troops, he sued Voroshilov and Zhidanov in person. It can be seen that this man was open and honest.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, this kind of openness became his crime. Voroshilov remembered him tightly: "When Ubolevic came, he complained in person. The situation was very obvious. It was this bastard who was making trouble!"

Zhidanov is different from Voroshilov. Although he is not satisfied with Mironov's complaint, he feels that this person is still capable and will definitely be a big shot if he uses it well. So he does not advocate taking revenge on Mironov directly, but instead finds a way to pull him over.

"You have a cramp in your head?" Voroshilov complained very much: "You actually want to put your warm face on your cold butt?"

Zhidanov shook his head and said, "I don't like him either, but this does not prevent me from appreciating his abilities. I went to the Don River Mixed Brigade to see if his troops have a trace of guerrillas. Everything is managed in an orderly manner..."

"What's so great about this kind of flowery air?" Voroshilov was very disdainful. "What is the use of blood on the battlefield. What is the use of sheep-like soldiers... Can drink, charge, and not be afraid of death, this is a good soldier!"

Zhidanov was still shaking his head: "I think he is good, and Comrade Joseph needs this kind of talent the most now. We should recommend as many useful talents as possible to Comrade Joseph!"

Voroshilov stopped talking, but he didn't convince him. He still disdained Mironov. Of course, there were quite a few people who could make this "big man" look down on him, especially in military affairs. He felt that he was awesome, and the others were just native chickens and tiles.

"When it comes to talents," Voroshilov grabbed the back of his head and suddenly said: "Budoni of the Caucasus is the real talent. We had a very pleasant conversation last time..."

It was indeed very pleasant. The three drunkards were drunk and slept for two days before they woke up. The smell of like-mindedness and meeting each other too late, especially their love for cavalry, made Voroshilov so comfortable. So he immediately recommended Budoni to Stalin, thinking that this beard was a rare military expert.

Zhidanov also has a good impression of Budonnie. This big beard with a very Cossack style has two brushes and is considered a talent. But he still believes that Mironov, who is even more Cossack than Zhidanov, seems to be stronger.

"So you invited him without hesitation?" Voroshilov almost glared. He didn't want to see Mironov, and he didn't want to deal with this guy.

In response, Zedanov said: "We must tolerate some people with personality, and their abilities will make us stronger!"

Mironov did not expect that he would suddenly be asked by Voroshilov and Zhidanov to go to the army command center. From the time he was transferred to the Red Ten Army, he could count the number of times he dealt with the commander and the political commissar.

Especially after the Durbinko incident, the whole army knew that he had sued the commander and political commissar, and they felt that with the tempers of the two, they would not give him a good face. In fact, since the central government decided to let Voroshilov and Zhidanov stay in office, everyone in the whole army believed that Mironov was about to be in trouble.

"Brig Commander, should you bring more people?"

Mironov disdained this suggestion. As a glorious Bolshevik, he felt that such worries were completely unnecessary. He was all comrades in the party, so why didn’t he even have such a stubbornness? Besides, the Red Ten Army was not his own. If you want to deal with him as the brigade commander, you have to stammer at the commander of the army, Ubolevich, right?

Mironov was very confident in Ubolevic. Of course, at the beginning, like a "big man", he had a lot of complaints about the appointment of such a young kid as the commander of the group army. However, after Ubolevic took office, he realized through a series of measures and means that it was wrong to judge people by their appearance. This young young man is indeed quite capable!

At that time, Mironov had a pleasant exchange with Ubolevic. Mironov believed that the commander would not watch him persecuted by Voroshilov.

To be honest, Mironov died of political naivety. In terms of military capabilities, he was far beyond Voroshilov, Budoni and Zhidanov. However, in terms of political capabilities and political sense, he was not worthy of carrying shoes to the above three!

He was very naive and went to the headquarters without any precautions, just like three years later when he was foolishly arrested by Cheka.

Mironov went to the military headquarters. He originally thought that Voroshilov and Zhidanov were going to talk to him about military issues and how to meet the fierce battles below. But he could not have imagined that the two men had no idea at all. Voroshilov regarded himself very highly and disdained to talk to him about military issues, while Zhidanov was devoted to winning him over and was not interested in discussing military issues.

There was a table of banquets in front of Mironov. Of course, it was a bit inappropriate to use the word banquet. Russians, especially Russian people, were bitter back then. They did not have the enjoyment of the tongues of our foodie empire. A little meat, a little white bread and a little vodka are the top enjoyment.

However, Mironov had quite an opinion on this kind of enjoyment. For the Red Army commanders and soldiers, the basic recipes every day were potatoes, mashed potatoes, sliced ​​potatoes, steamed potatoes, and roasted potatoes. Anyway, they were dried potatoes (there was no choice. A certain immortal, except for the first import of 10,000 tonnes of wheat, and later discovered that for the Russian people, wheat was too high-end. Usually, he couldn't bear to eat white bread. Most of the time it was Leba. When it was even more difficult, it was enough to have potatoes. So, later, a certain immortal decisively abandoned the wheat and focused on buying potatoes. This thing was really good and cheap!)

The front-line troops had some potatoes and fatty slices, which seemed to be the New Year, and Liba really couldn't bear to eat. Now, it was wine and meat, which was too capitalist and too corrupt. Suddenly, the guy's stubborn temper became: "Comrade Climente, Comrade Andre, I'm not here to eat and drink, and there's no time to eat and drink now! If you asked me to discuss military issues, I'm very happy, but I'm welcome to eat, I'm sorry I can't accompany you!" As he said that, the guy saluted a military salute and turned around and prepared to leave.

At that time, Voroshilov's face was unusually ugly. He had disliked Mironov and did not want to treat someone to dinner. It was not that Zhidanov insisted on doing this, he would beat the goods out with a stick.

OK. Now, this guy is shameless and even puts his nose on his face! The "silly big guy" was about to have an attack. Fortunately, Zedanov was there, kicking the "silly big guy" quietly, and putting a smile on Mironov: "Comrade Philip, you don't have to be so excited. We didn't invite you to dinner, we invited you to hold an important military meeting, but it happened that it was dinner time. We couldn't let us have a hungry meeting, right? We were eating and talking, and today we were also free to your advantage. We also started meat and eat some good food!"

Mironov's face looked much better, but Voroshilov still had a stern face and almost wrote on his forehead - I was very unhappy and in a bad mood. Of course, this is understandable. First of all, Mironov is too embarrassed, and secondly, Voroshilov thinks that he is the commander of the army, and Mironov is just a small brigade commander. What qualifications do you have to talk about military issues with me!

After sitting down with the host and drinking for three rounds, the atmosphere between the two sides finally eased a little. Of course, that refers to Mironov and Zhidanov. Although Voroshilov had no expression on his face, he felt increasingly unhappy.

Why?

The reason is very simple. Mironov is so good at drinking. Damn it, it looks like a wine barrel, with vodka one cup after another, and his face is not red and his tongue is not big. Voroshilov is not so reluctant to drink, but thinks Mironov is too hypocritical - you are so good at drinking, but you are so stupid that you drink a lot. Fuck, you are drinking secretly and even beating my little report, it's too sinister and shameless!

Voroshilov once again wronged Mironov. This brother can drink and likes to drink, but he does not indulge in his alcohol addiction. In the army, in order to give the army a good start, he does not drink alcohol. Now, Zhidanov is hard to refuse, and after these days, opening the ring occasionally is a kind of adjustment!

Of course, if Mironov knew what Voroshilov was really thinking, he really shouldn't drink alcohol, let alone drink with these two.

After three rounds of wine, Mironov did not forget to talk about the serious matters, "Our Red Ten Army should strengthen discipline, especially strengthen training. A considerable majority of troops have lax training and loose discipline..."

He made more than a dozen suggestions in a row. Zhidanov was nothing, but Voroshilov was very uncomfortable. If Zhidanov hadn't kicked him under the table frequently, he would have been furious.

"Who does this bastard think he is!" When Mironov left, Voroshilov roared angrily, "He is blatantly slapping me in the face! Unacceptable! No! It's simply unbearable!"

Zhidanov was much calmer, and he said, "Klimente, I know some things are not pleasant, but some things are indeed a bit too much... Comrade Joseph has reminded us that the last incident cannot happen again... We should make some changes!"

Voroshilov was very frustrated. Last time he was scolded by Stalin. Comrade Steel's anger was obvious. It can be imagined that if he had a spoiled him again, he would be ruthlessly abandoned, so he could only endure this anger.

"Then he can't just mess around. The tradition of cavalry cannot be lost. Without wine, how can the young men fight!"

Zhidanov smiled and said, "If you talk about the problem of alcohol in the future, you can also avoid the problem of drunkenness through reasonable systems. However, it is indeed necessary to strengthen the discipline and training issues he mentioned, and Comrade Joseph is not very satisfied with this..."

Voroshilov could only remain silent, but he was still dissatisfied. He even thought: "What kind of revolution should I participate in? I turned the young men into verbal insects and honest little lambs. What kind of blood is there in the army? When fighting, you have to rely on a lot of energy and have a little banditry, otherwise it would be better to go home to farm or work honestly."

Yes, Voroshilov has always believed that revolution is free and romantic. Putting dogma and discipline on his head does not mean that he has put shackles on himself! I should not be a little sheep, I just want to be free and free!

Therefore, Voroshilov did not take Zedanov's words seriously, and he disliked Mironov even more.

Mironov didn't know all this, and he was still happy that the exchange with Zhidanov was smooth. Although he could see that the other party did not accept his opinions in full, he paid attention to many opinions and was ready to start rectification. For subordinates, what could make him more pleasant than superiors?

However, Mironov was not happy for a long time. With Ubolevic's order, the army quickly moved from rest to combat and pressed towards Volgatonsk from two directions.

According to Ubolevich's vision, the Red Fifth Army and the Red Twelfth Army completed the attack on the White Army. The main task of the Red Ten Army, as the general reserve team, was to defend the Northern Line well and resolutely not allow one soldier and one soldier of the White Army to escape to the direction of Ufa.

Objectively speaking, Ubolevic's arrangement is not wrong. The combat effectiveness of the Red Ten Army is indeed a problem. It is more like gambling to make them go to the battlefield. It is enough to let them do a good job of the reserve team watching the venue.

But Voroshilov was quite dissatisfied with this arrangement. After several consecutive mistakes, he could already detect that Stalin's attitude towards him had changed. This change was definitely not a good change. He suspected that as long as there was a suitable candidate, he would be ruthlessly abandoned by the Iron Comrade.

This is something that a "silly man" cannot accept, so he urgently wants to prove himself through a battle and a victory. Now, Ubolevic actually asked him to stay at his guard. How can he be patient!

"We must participate in the battle. Why do we let our Red Ten Army be a reserve? This is discrimination! A bare-hearted discrimination!" Voroshilov roared at the military meeting of the Red Ten Army, making every subordinate feel his anger.

Only one, a too honest person, disagrees with Voroshilov's statement, that person is Mironov, he said: "I think this arrangement is reasonable. Judging from what I understand, there are still many problems in our army. Before we solve these problems, we are indeed not suitable to go to the front line..."

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