Chu Sinan looked up in shock and then realized that there was a huge prison in the black gate. On both sides of a narrow corridor, there were cages made of round iron as thick as a thumb. Those detained in those cages were all old men wearing white military uniforms.

Seeing them staring at them one by one, as if they were looking at monsters, Chu Sinan felt creepy all over. What guys are these? Are they really traitors and rebels?

"Go away!" The soldier behind him who was responsible for harnessing him in pushed him from behind and staggered back.

Chu Sinan turned around, glared at him fiercely, then shook his head, and walked straight forward.

"Oh..." The old guys in the cells suddenly let out a strange cry of cheering.

"This little guy with yellow skin is OK, a little brave, and dares to stare at these Belia's dog legs."

"Yeah, I like it."

...

There was another wave of talk in the prison, but this time I was cheering for Chu Sinan's glare just now.

"Bang!" With a sound, the iron fence gate closed behind Chu Sinan. After several days of desperate rushing, Chu Sinan, who had only been having a uncomfortable day, changed his environment - prison.

In this cage of up to a size of several square meters, Chu Sinan looked around. It was empty, with nothing but an old camp bed and a drowning weapon. He didn't know how long he would stay in such a place.

"Hey, little guy, what's your name? Why were you locked up here?" Just as Chu Sinan was feeling sad, a voice that was not angry and powerful came from outside the iron fence. The sound was sonorous and powerful, like an iron weapon fighting each other.

"Chu Sinan," Chu Sinan replied absent-mindedly, "I am not very clear about the charge of locking me up here, but I think it's nothing more than a spy, intending to subvert the great Soviet regime."

"Oh, I'm not asking these questions," continued the old and powerful voice. "I think there is anyone who can be locked up here who is not guilty of such a crime? I'm asking who you have provoked and even thrown into this place. Hehe, no one who has entered here can walk out alive? But seeing that you are young, you don't look like you can threaten anyone, how could you be sent here? Strange, strange."

"If you say offend someone, there are some, but it's just because of some military disagreements. It's not so vicious, right?" Chu Sinan waved his hand and punched the iron fence beside him, and said angrily.

"Oh, a military problem? What is it? Let's listen." Cang Lao's voice seemed a little excited. Obviously, the word "military" touched a certain nerve in his mind.

"Yes, yes, let's talk about it. I'll be suffocating in this place all day long." A response sounded in the huge prison.

Chu Sinan then turned around and looked in the opposite direction. He saw two old men in their military uniforms in their fifties and sixties standing in the iron fence opposite. They were staring at them in abruptly, obviously waiting for their answers.

Chu Sinan hesitated for a moment. He remembered the words Kluchkov said to him before he came in, and tried to contact these people as little as possible, but he could feel that the two bearded old men opposite clearly had a strong military aura. This aura could not be disguised. It would be necessary to be trained in the battle of gunfire.

There is no doubt that Chu Sinan has a good impression of the real soldiers. Whether he is an enemy or a comrade, as a real soldier, the enemy deserves respect and friends should be more cared for, so he spoke and told him about what he had encountered before without reservation. Although he did not tell why he could know so much, he also explained the real war situation outside, the dangerous situation, and even some strategic methods against the German army he had figured out by himself.

When Chu Sinan was telling the story, the entire noisy prison was silent. Although he couldn't see it, Chu Sinan also knew that everyone must be listening with their ears on their backs. They were all extremely concerned about these things.

After Chu Sinan made everything clear, the huge prison was still silent, and no one spoke, and even the slightest breathing sound was heard.

After a few years, a powerful voice said, "How can war be fought like this? This is irresponsible and extremely irresponsible. I once advocated that we should pay attention to the close combat cooperation between the armored corps and the artillery corps and the air force. Now a few years have passed, and when our army faces this way of combat, we are still so embarrassed. Yerkie, Ubolevich, wasn't our army trained like this?"

"Hey, Mikhail, now it's not as good as before," another voice sighed in the prison next to Chu Sinan, "Now people like Heruschev can talk about military affairs. How good can our army be? Buluheer, what do you think?"

This question was not answered by anyone, and the answer was only the deep sigh of an old soldier opposite Chu Sinan.

What was Chu Sinan doing at this time? He was fainting, completely fainting. He didn't know what kind of nature he was locked up, but he knew that among the people who lived in the same cell with him, there were some people who were now circulated to shock the entire Soviet Union.

Yarki and Ubolevich, two former commanders of the Soviet first-level army, and Soviet revolutionary veterans with great military achievements. As for those who called their names and were affectionately called Mikhail by them, Chu Sinan could roughly guess that he should be the military general who was once valued by Lenin and performed the most outstandingly in the Soviet civil war. He was also the first Soviet genius military strategist who proposed to improve the military organizational structure, air force, mechanized troops and airborne troops to cooperate in combat - Mikhail Nikolaevich Tukhachevsky, the founding marshal who once had no prestige in the entire Soviet army. When he was there, people like Zhukov, Budonni, and Cuikov had to stand aside.
Chapter completed!