On August 26, Chu Sinan, who had been in prison for more than a month and a half, sat quietly in his cell phone as before, listening with interest to the former marshals in the same prison quarreling with some strategic and tactical issues.

"Bang!"

A sound of the iron door opening came, and then there was a burst of messy footsteps. The people who were still arguing immediately stopped, and all their eyes gathered on the people coming in without blinking. The increasingly aging faces were filled with expressions of shock and fear.

At this time, what came in outside the door was not the soldiers who were on duty here in the past, but a team of guys with live ammunition and full of flesh. As the old man in this prison, all the old coaches present knew that this was the army that Beria would only dispatch when he executed the prisoners. What were they doing today? Who did they want to execute? Everyone had a big bump in their hearts.

These executioners with live ammunition did not stop in front of any iron fence. They walked directly to the end and stopped at the door of Chu Sinan's room.

"You, come out!" An executioner stepped forward and opened the prison door and said in a tone without any emotion.

Chu Sinan stood up from the bed without saying a word, then walked out of the door with a smile on his face.

"Where are you going to take him?" Buluhell said in a deep voice across from him.

Several executioners turned their heads and looked at him, but didn't say anything, obviously they didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Tell Beliya, let him not be too much," Tuchehavsky's voice came out. "This young man could not have hindered him, let him forgive him and forgive him."

"Comrade Tuchehavsky," the executioners were no longer silent this time. One of the guys who seemed to be the leader said in a gentle tone, "We cannot decide these things. We must obey the orders above. But don't worry, this time it's Comrade Beria who wants to meet him, and there is nothing else."

Obviously, although Tuchehavsky has been in prison for several years, his reputation at that time has not been completely ground. These executioners may have dared to look down on Buliuhell, but they dared not ignore Tuchehavsky.

"Don't worry, all the veterans, I am a Ji people, and I will never have anything to do." Chu Sinan was quite open-minded. He waved his hand indifferently and said with a smile, "I'll come back when I go and continue to listen to the veterans explaining tactics and tactics."

After saying these words, Chu Sinan took a step forward and walked towards the sealed iron door like a meteor, completely ignoring the strange expressions of the executioners behind him and the appreciation of many veterans.

It was still the narrow corridor. Chu Sinan, under the escort of several executioners, soon arrived at a spacious conference room. The conference room was facing the wall at the door, with a huge picture of Lenin and Stalin hanging. Under the picture, a short man stood with his hands on his back.

"Come in and sit," he heard the sound at the door, and the guy with his back facing the door said first. He seemed to be waiting for Chu Sinan to come.

Chu Sinan was not polite, and walked straight to a sofa and sat down. He probably had guessed who this person was. There seemed to be no one else who could be so arrogant in the secret police headquarters except for the infamous Belia.

"Comrade Chu Sinan, you have lived here for a long time, have you?" Belia finally turned around. He sat down on the other side of the long table facing Chu Sinan. While raising his hand to combed his hair, he said carelessly.

"It's not long, it's just over a month." Chu Sinan County was about to become a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. He raised his legs and said leisurely, "Why, Comrade Belia thinks I'm wasting food? Do you want to let me out or do you have any other arrangements?"

"Haha, Comrade Chu Sinan, you misunderstood," Beria seemed to have no mind about his bad attitude. The old sly guy shook his head and said with a smile, "I am not very clear about your problem. It was not until two days ago that I learned that you were detained here. As I arranged, I wanted to release you as soon as possible. After all, you are a friend of our Soviets, a hero, and a person who has contributed to the early war. But you know...

Beria stopped here and gave a wink at the executioner standing at the door. The latter understood and walked out the door and closed it.

"You should know too. The matter here is actually very complicated," Beria continued after the door was closed. "After all, you are the person that Comrade Heruschev suspected. Even if I am, you cannot say that you are innocent without evidence, and then release you in a big way, which will cause conflicts among comrades. So, for the past few days, I have been sending people to collect evidence to prove your innocence. Just last night, I also sent two people to the front line of the Western Front to find Lieutenant General Yershakov to find out some specific situations. If I can find evidence that is strong for you, then you can rest assured that the Supreme Soviet Command will give you a good explanation."

"That's great thanks to Comrade Beria," Chu Sinan said in a cold tone, "But today is the 26th, right?"

Beria didn't know why he changed the subject, so she nodded in wonder.

"Then I hope the comrades you sent can complete your mission," Chu Sinan smiled contemptuously, and then said, "at least I hope they can come back safely. Even if they cannot find evidence to clear the crime for me, they can at least bring you news of Lieutenant General Yershakov's death."

"What did you say?! Yershakov was killed?!" Beria was slightly stunned, and then sneered, "Comrade Chu Sinan, you are really too..."

"Dongdong!"

Two dull knocks interrupted what Belia hadn't finished saying yet.

"Come in!" Belia frowned, then shouted in an unhappy tone.

"Comrade Belia, there is an emergency news from the Western Front. Do you want to listen?" A woman in military uniform with blonde hair came in and she said first without waiting for Belia to have an attack. Obviously, this woman knew her boss' temper very well.

"Well, take it and see it." Belia sat there, waved her hand and said.

The woman said nothing, twisted her body and walked over, putting a file clip that she had originally held in her arms on the table in front of Beria.

"You go out. Don't let anyone come in without me." Beria took the document and opened it in front of her. Before she could read it, she said to the woman first.

"Okay, Comrade Belia." The woman responded and walked towards the door.

"What?! Yershakov was killed! Big Luki was lost?!" Before the woman could take a few steps, a roar came from behind, followed by Beria's scream.

Chu Sinan just sat there quietly, watching Belia overturn the table in surprise. Yershakov died, the commander of the 22nd Group of the Western Front, the Soviet Lieutenant General, eventually died under the German bombardment. Chu Sinan had long known that there were detailed records of this history in military history.
Chapter completed!