In the Kremlin Grand Conference Hall, Buluhel walked into the door with a big stride. At this moment, his face was extremely solemn. He now felt something was wrong.

At noon, he received a notice from Tukhachevsky that an emergency meeting of the Supreme Command would be held in the afternoon. To be honest, at this critical moment, Buluheer could not think of any urgent matters that needed to be discussed at the Supreme Command meeting.

If it is about the Stalingrad front, it doesn't seem to be an emergency. Since Huasilevsky went to Karachi to command the battle, the situation there has basically stabilized. In the war reports I received in the past few days, Huasilevsky mentioned that the German offensive has been eased. They seem to be waiting for the subsequent troops to advance, and they seem to be planning some major offensives. But it doesn't matter. As the saying goes, soldiers come to block the water and come to the ground, and the German army has a new offensive, then Huasilevsky will definitely make corresponding adjustments. At this point, Buluhell still trusts him very much.

If it weren't for the question of the Stalingrad War, what else could it be? It was about that boy Chu Sinan? This seemed unlikely. After all, he had not yet proposed the final decision to deal with this matter, and even if Tukhachevsky wanted to object, he would have no way to talk about it.

However, what Buluheer was most worried about was the position of the people around him. There were too many differences in dealing with Chu Sinan's issue. For example, Huaseylevsky, his opposition was extremely firm, which was not a good phenomenon. And this morning, Konev found him specifically and asked himself to consider Chu Sinan's issue more, otherwise it might lead to a disaster.

I would think of Konev's expression at that time, but for some reason, the ominous premonition in Buluhell's heart became stronger and stronger.

Maybe it was because Buluheer came too early. There were no people in the huge conference hall, only some people who set up the venue were busy in a hurry.

Walking to his seat and sitting down, Buluhell waved to a young man who was placing a tea cup.

"Have you come yet?" Buluhell asked in a deep voice after the young man came over.

"There is no comrade Marshal yet." The young man replied cautiously, "You are the first one."

"Oh?" Buluhell frowned. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. It was already two o'clock, and it was just the time for the meeting.

"Two o'clock?" The young man seemed a little confused. He looked at Buluhell and said, "Comrade Marshal, you may have remembered it wrong. We received a notice that the meeting will start at three o'clock. Before that, it is time for us to clean up the conference room."

"It starts at three o'clock?" Buluhel frowned even deeper. He reached out and took out the meeting notice sent by the correspondent from his shirt pocket, opened it and looked at it. Yes, it was indeed the meeting was held at two o'clock.

He put the meeting notice on the table casually. Buluhell said, "I'm not wrong. My notification is just two o'clock, well. I think it's the clerk who made it wrong. You guys, there's something wrong with their attitude towards work now."

"Vasily, it's not that they made a mistake," at this moment, the voice of Tukhachevs base came from the door, "I intended to let you come a little while ago, because before the meeting, I have some things to say to you privately."

He turned around from the chair suddenly, and Buluhel looked towards the door, and saw Tukhachevsky, who looked solemn, walking in from outside the door without any hurry. There was no guard beside him, but he was alone.

"Oh," Buluhel was stunned, then stood up and smiled, "Mikhail, if you have anything to say to me, just go directly to my office or residence to find me, why bother joking?"

Tukhachevsky smiled and walked quickly to his seat. He waved his hand at the busy unrelated people in the conference hall and signaled them to leave. Then he sat down calmly. He glanced at Buluhel opposite and said, "Vasily, since you and I left Rubiyangka Prison, we have not sat together for half a year. Of course, it is not even more important to talk about our thoughts between each other."

A hint of confusion flashed across Buluhell's face, but he quickly laughed: "The situation is different now. When we were in prison, we were not in our position and did not do our own affairs. Everyone was very idle. Now, the burden on us is heavy, the responsibility is great, and the business is busy. Especially when the Germans are still on the verge of the city, they naturally don't have much free time."

While saying this, Buluhel also thought quickly in his heart. He couldn't understand why Tukhachevsky had this kind of action today. Did he really want to talk to him about the past? This is obviously unlikely. Since the moment he returned to the Kremlin, this possibility has disappeared.

"Yes, we don't have much time now," Tukhachevsky shrugged, "It's not just us, but Yakil and the others. During this period, you probably don't have much time to talk to them in depth, right?"

"Hit!"

Buluhell's heart trembled.

"Mikhail, what do you mean?" Buluhul's face changed when he heard something in Tukhachevsky's words. He suspected that what the other party said was that Yakil and his men had changed their position that they did not understand. There was no doubt that this was truly fatal to Buluhul.

"Oh, I don't mean anything else," Tukhachevsky said, "I just felt a little moved for a moment."

Despite Tukhachevsky's words, Buluhel still couldn't rest assured. He sat in his seat, staring at the "old friend" opposite, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

It doesn't matter when he saw it, Buluheer couldn't help but be surprised. If the person on the other side hadn't been too familiar with him, he would probably not believe that the person sitting in front of him was Tukhachevsky, who was called the "No. 1 beauty in the Red Army" back then. His once charming face looked so old at this time, with deep wrinkles; his cracked and pale lips; his swollen eyes. This... is this really Mikhail? When did he become so old?!

It was only half a year. Buluhell was shocked and forgot the worries in his heart in an instant. He looked at Tukhachevsky opposite him, and felt sad and unconsciously poured into his heart. After all, he was a comrade in a trench, and at the same time, he was a comrade in the same woe. Although the two have fought for the word "power" for the past six months, they have been intriguing each other and secretly fighting for swords and guns. But at this moment, when they saw Tukhachevsky, it seemed that they had entered their twilight years overnight, how could Buluhell feel good?

In fact, Tuhaqievsky's aging cannot appear overnight. Since he was released from prison and entered the Kremlin again, he has been overworked, worried day after day, and his own illness has caused him to age quickly all the time. What's more, his eyes were not closed last night, and his face naturally looked not much better. But Buluheer had not discovered this situation before. Since he was released from prison, since he was on the opposing stage in politics, Buluheer had never carefully observed Tuhaqievsky's physical condition in the past six months. His eyes had not even stopped on Tuhaqievsky's face. What could he find in this situation?

"Mikhail. What's wrong with you?!" Buluhell finally couldn't help but ask.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Tukhachevsky didn't react. He looked at himself and asked in confusion.

"I mean your face, you look...it seems..." Buluheer didn't know how to say this.

Although Buluhel did not say anything, Tukhachevsky still understood the question he was going to ask. However, this question was an absolute secret for Tukhachevsky, and he didn't want to say anything more about this issue.

"Oh, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well last night," Tukhachevsky said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh, is that true?" Bulluheer doubted.

"Well," Tukhachevsky snorted casually, and then said, "Don't you want to know why I didn't sleep well?"

"Why? Are you too tired during this period? If that's the case, I suggest you take a proper rest. Your face does look bad, which is not a good phenomenon." Buluhell said.

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with fatigue," Tukhachevsky smiled. "I just went to see someone and talked to him about some past events. Alas, I didn't expect to be too devoted to the fact that I didn't close my eyes that night."

"Chu Sinan?!" Buluheer's face changed suddenly, and he guessed intuitively.

"Yes, it's this guy," Tukhachevsky seemed to have not noticed the change in Buluhell's expression. He continued with a smile, "Hey, since he turned to you, I haven't talked happily with this guy for a long time. To be honest, I was really happy last night. This guy was like a kind of infectious virus called 'Young, for so long, I've never been as energetic as last night."

"Is that so, what have you all talked about?" Buluhell said calmly.

"A lot of it is mainly to recall some past events," Tukhachevsky glanced at him and said, "To be honest, this brat is very fond of my temper. From him, I can vaguely find some of the way I looked when I was young, especially the momentum. I still believe that if he had not chosen to follow you half a year ago, then he should be the young man I trust most and valued the most. Now there are too few young people like him around us."

"I didn't expect you to value him so much," Buluheer smiled disapprovingly, then picked up the teacup in front of him from the table, took a sip of the still hot tea, and then continued, "But in my opinion, his ambition seems to be quite good, and he is also reckless in his work. He is not a person who can be used for the land."

"Ambition?" Tukhachevsky blinked his eyes, as if he was a little confused about the sudden word. After thinking for a while, he said, "In fact, ambition and ambition are difficult to distinguish most of the time. The key depends on the person. I won't say much about the brat's military talent. I think you should be very clear about Vasily yourself. It is already a rare thing for a young man like him to do this. For such a young man, why should we give him more time or space to develop?"

"Mikhail, what do you mean? What do you want to say to me?" Buluheer felt that he was not going to listen. The other party was obviously praising Chu Sinan intently, and at the same time, he was also suggesting that he was jealous of the virtuous and capable, and had no tolerance for others.

"What I want to tell you is that you have to be around others and forgive others. You should let go of Chu Sinan." Tukhachevsky sighed slightly and said, "As I said, we are all old. Even if you hold more power and firmly in your hands, what if you have? Sooner or later, we should give everything to their young people? Our Soviet career is not limited to our generation. We need inheritance, continuation, and development..."

"Mikhail. As you say, among our younger comrades, Chu Sinan, is the only one who can bear great responsibility. He is a talent worthy of local talent?" Buluhell said disapprovingly, "I can't see it? Yes, I admit that this young man is indeed very talented and has a unique vision, but to inherit our career, it is not enough to be talented and has a vision. He must also be loyal to our cause. But look at what this kid did? He actually instigated a mutiny in the Second Siberian Military Region, and used his control over the Security Committee to attempt to impose an intelligence blockade on Moscow. What is this nature? Isn't this a rebellion?"

Tukhachevsky sat quietly in his seat, letting Buluhel finish his words, and then said calmly: "Vasily, I admit that Comrade Chu Sinan has some inappropriate handling of these two things, and from this perspective, it is unreasonable that he does not accept certain punishments. But after pursuing the root cause, why did he do this? Why did he do this? Could it be that he really had to rely on a Second Military Region, oh, and the Security Committee to rebel? I don't think he was so stupid, right?"

"Then what do you say he did this? What is his purpose?!" Buluhell waved his hand and said angrily.

"Why? I think this, Vasily, you should know more about it." Tukhachevsky shrugged and said. "What do you mean?!" Buluhel was furious, and he stood up from his seat and said loudly.

"Okay, then I'll tell you what I mean," Tukhachevsky said slowly, "You can answer my questions first. First, when Comrade Chu Sinan was still in Yaroslavl, you put Comrade Gilnilova under house arrest for no reason. Why is this? Did you foresee that he was going to instigate a mutiny in the Second Military Region? Second, the Second Military Region of Siberia, as a military region base in our rear, has been responsible for commanding for this period of time.

, Chu Sinan has never been there. As an outsider, why can he easily instigate such a large-scale riots there? Third, what role did Comrade Abakumov, who was sent to deal with the Holtrey incident, play in this riot? Why did the Second Military Region, from ordinary soldiers to the highest commander of the most military region, want to get rid of him? Fourth, what is the political prisoner concentration camp in several arsenals in Yaroslavl?"

"You, you..." Buluheer was shocked. He did not expect that Tukhachevsky would know everything he had done. There was no doubt that Chu Sinan had already explained everything to him last night.

"What, Vasily, is it difficult to answer my question?" Tukhachevsky said without emotion at Buluhell with a serious face.

"Hmph," he pressed his uneasy mood, Buluheer sat back to his seat awkwardly, and then said, "I don't want to explain more. These things are agreed by most comrades in the Command Department, I..."

"No, no, no," Tukhachevsky said before Buluhell finished speaking. "As far as I know, most of the comrades in the commando are confused about these things. If you pass the vote, your measures will not be passed."

He picked up the tea cup in front of him, Tukhachevsky took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then continued, "You may not know who I saw in Comrade Chu Sinan's cell last night."

"Who?" Buluheer was in a mess, and he intuitively realized that the situation was not good.

"I saw Yakil and Putner, and of course, the Comrade Konev you trust most," Tukhachevsky sighed, "Do you know, they are quite dissatisfied with what you have done for a while."

"What?!" Buluhell looked straight at the old friend opposite, who was also an old opponent. He could hardly believe that what the other party said was true.

"Vasily," Tukhachevsky sighed, and then said, "You have been too tired during this period. It is understandable to make some mistakes at work. In my opinion, you should go back and rest for a while."

"Is this a decision you agreed on last night?" Buluhell was a man who had been through the storm after all. He calmed down and said with a calm smile. "Even if that's right," Tukhachevsky said, "but it's also a question to be discussed at today's meeting. If you agree, I won't take this matter to the meeting to vote, and you...you don't have to attend today's meeting."

"I'm afraid I won't attend any future meetings?" Buluheer stood up from his seat, seemed to accidentally reach out and stroked the back of his seat, and smiled.

Tukhachevsky didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

"Okay, I agree," said Buluheer after a few moments, "Mikhail, you win, now I quit."
Chapter completed!