Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The two sturdy men each grabbed Tukhachevsky's arm and moved forward. The powerful force made it impossible for him to break free, and he could only yell angrily. "I am the marshal of the Red Army! You can't arrest me casually! I want to go to Moscow! I want to meet Comrade Stalin!"

When Tukhachevsky was dismissed from his post as First Deputy People's Commissar of Defense and appointed commander of the Volga Military District, it shocked not only the people of the People's Commissariat of Defense and the General Staff, but also the entire army. . Tukhachevsky regarded this decision as an insult to him. After being so shocked, he lost weight, felt suffocated in his heart, and often pulled his clothes with his hands. Finally, he sat down and wrote a letter to Voroshilov, the Committee and Stalin, asking for complete retirement and demobilization...

But all this was in vain, and Tukhachevs calmed down a little with the encouragement of his friends and was willing to take up his post at the headquarters of the Volga Military District.

Tukhachevs set out for the station. On the way, the director of the Secret Service of the Military District drove up and informed the marshal that the People's Commissariat of Defense had an order to urgently summon the marshal to Moscow and suggested that the marshal take the secret service car instead. In the car, Marshal Tukhachevs was easily unarmed and arrested.

A major walking in front of the three of them turned back with a disdainful smile. "Marshal? Are you worthy?!"

"I want paper and pen! I want to write a letter to Comrade Stalin!" Tukhachevsky knew that if he wanted to survive, he must contact his old comrades and friends, and at least tell the story of what happened. Only those senators in Moscow knew.

The major snorted coldly. "You will get paper and pen, but they can only be used to write confessions and confession letters. If you dare to waste paper and write useless nonsense, we will break your bones!!" As they spoke, they came to an interrogation room. Inside, two strong men forced Tukhachevsky to sit on an iron stool. The stool was fixed to the ground with finger-thick screws, and four thick iron chains were connected to the legs of the stool, which fixed Tukhachevsky's limbs to the stool so that he could not move.

Tukhachevsky spoke again. "I want to write a letter to Comrade Stalin! You cannot deprive a marshal of his right to write a letter!"

"No need to waste your efforts, Marshal Tukhachevsky! Now your friends are writing letters to Comrade Stalin! I can tell you the content of the letter! They are all busy dissociating themselves from you, a traitor! "With a cold voice, a figure walked in from outside the door.

Tukhachevsky squinted his eyes and looked at the person, stunned for a moment. "Natasha?"

Natasha smiled brightly. "Marshal Tukhachevsky, I really didn't expect that we would meet again under such circumstances." After speaking, he waved his hand. "I want to talk to Marshal Tukhachevsky alone. You guys stand guard outside the door."

"Yes!" Seeing the two strong men and the major saluting and exiting the interrogation room without hesitation, Tukhachevsky couldn't help but smile bitterly. "I have long heard that the 'Black Widow' has extraordinary methods. No one who has been tried by you has not pleaded guilty, right?"

The corners of Natasha's mouth raised slightly as she sat behind the interrogation table. "Of course, my greatest pleasure is to torture you dog-toothed dogs. But this is the first time for you to hold the rank of Marshal. Although I would like to see how many sets of torture instruments you can endure, His Highness Yannick of Germany appreciates it very much. Your talent, as long as you nod, we will send you to Germany.”

"You?!" Natasha's words shocked Tukhachevsky, and the chains tied to his body were pulled with a clattering sound.

Seeing Tukhachevsky's shocked expression, the smile on Natasha's face became even brighter, even to the point of being a little weird. "Are you surprised? I have to thank Marshal for giving me the opportunity to meet His Highness Yannick."

Tukhachevsky looked in disbelief. "You took refuge in him?"

Natasha shrugged. "It's a bit funny, isn't it? As a traitor, I am interrogating a truly innocent Soviet Marshal."

"Why?" Tukhachevsky was very puzzled. Those who can enter such an important department as the Intelligence Service should have gone through strict examinations and are staunch members loyal to Stalin and loyal to the Soviet Union. How could a traitor like her appear? !

Natasha's smiling face just now suddenly turned sinister. "Why?! Because everyone in my family except me was killed by you bastards. Why do you think?!"

Tukhachevsky suddenly realized it. "So, your identity is fake?" She said that the family should be the nobles from the Tsarist Russia. Of course, he knew what happened to these nobles.

"That's right, you don't know that in order to obtain such an 'innocent' identity, my father emptied all his family's property. In the end, he still couldn't escape your clutches." Natasha's chest heaved violently, with great difficulty. Then he suppressed his anger and tried his best to continue speaking in a calm tone. "Marshal Tukhachevsky, let's not waste time. What's wrong with going to Germany? His Highness Yannik has promised to grant you the rank of general, and in a few years you will be marshal again. You must know that Germany is also now What kind of glory is this without a marshal?”

Tukhachevsky shook his head. "Haha, Crown Prince Yannick really thinks highly of me. But don't bother! I will not go to Germany! I am a *man, and I will never surrender to the bourgeoisie. It is better to die a heroic death than to live an ignoble existence!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows slightly. "You don't want to think about it anymore?" Seeing that Tukhachevsky had made up his mind, he stopped persuading him. "Don't have any naive thoughts about asking Stalin to defend him. You don't naively think that Stalin was deceived, right? Who else but Stalin would dare to touch the marshal of the Soviet Union?

I can tell you that you can’t even go to court, and they have even found a accuser for you, who will claim that they will quickly build a tank corps at the expense of reducing the number of cavalry and cavalry expenditure. ’ Do you want to know who this witness is? "

Tukhachevsky gave a wry smile. "Voroshilov? Budyonny?"

Voroshilov and the cavalry commander Budyonny were both backward and very stubborn people with backward military concepts. Tukhachevsky wrote many times asking for attention to the role of new equipment, arms and tactics in future wars, but every time All were rejected by Voroshilov, and the debate between "reformers" and "conservatives" became increasingly fierce.

Natasha did not answer his words, but recited a poem to herself. "Have you ever seen how the train uses its iron palms to run across the grassland and fly through the hazy mist by the lake, snoring like steel? And behind it, in the deep grass, it looks like a festival scene In a desperate race, a red-maned pony is running wildly, slender legs thrown in front of its head. What a cute and ridiculous fool, where is it chasing? Doesn't it know that the living horse has already Beaten to pieces by the Steel Horse?

Marshal Tukhachevsky, have you heard this poem? This poem was written by Sergei Yesenin in 1920. Even a poet like him can clearly see the outcome of the debate between a living horse and an iron horse, but some military strategists are complacent and unwilling to make progress. Damn it. "

After sighing, she stood up. "His Royal Highness Yannick has one more thing to say, that is, if the Marshal is unwilling to leave, I will let you go on your journey in comfort." As he spoke, he pushed a thick stack of documents in front of Tukhachevsky. "Then just sign and pledge it, Marshal? Then you can die comfortably.