Upon hearing Su Tong's question, Alexey from behind quickly stood up and said: "General Su Tong, I have already told Marshal Timoshenko and others."
"Well, that's good." Su Tong nodded and turned around and asked, "General Timoshenko, can we go in and talk again?"
"Oh, okay, of course." Timoshenko stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
Chief Su walked in first. This was not the time to be polite. Although Timoshenko had a higher military rank than Su Tong, he had to succumb to Su Tong at this time. The ancients said that defeated generals dare not speak bravely, and this is probably what happened
That makes sense.
After entering the headquarters, the first thing Su Tong saw was the long table covered with white tablecloth, with the small national flags of China and the Soviet Union placed side by side in the middle. He frowned and turned around and asked: "
Marshal Timoshenko, now that we have negotiated the terms, it would not be good to have the national flag on the table displayed like this."
Timoshenko's old face couldn't help but blush, knowing that his petty intentions had been seen through, he quickly turned around and scolded the staff officer next to him, asking someone to move his flag to the other side.
"Oh my god, these old guys are really stingy. They even try to do something as trivial as this. They also put the national flags of the two countries side by side. Do they think it is a bilateral meeting between the two countries? Now it is a surrender ceremony." Chief Su secretly thought.
The belly cursed.
"Marshal Timoshenko, I don't know how you have considered the conditions proposed by us." Su Tong slapped his butt
After sitting down, I went straight to the topic without any ceremony.
"General Su, after careful discussion, we have decided to accept the conditions you proposed. However, I think our generals have different ideas on whether to join the Russian Guard or to build the railway, so I ask for your forgiveness.
." Timoshenko said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.
The generals under Timoshenko were clearly divided into two groups as to whether they should join the Russian Guard and build the railway, and no one could convince the other.
"It doesn't matter." A smile appeared on Su Tong's face: "We will send you off if you are willing to build the railway, and welcome those who are willing to participate in the maintenance."
After the two sides discussed some more details, Su Tong said with a smile: "Okay, Marshal Timoshenko, we are almost done talking now, let's take a group photo together."
Looking at Su Tong's cunning smile, a trace of sad helplessness flashed through Brother Timoshenko's heart. He knew that this was a conspiracy by the other party to force him to submit, but did he have any other way?
"Click" a bright light of magnesium powder flashed, and the photo of the senior generals of China and the Soviet Union smiling and shaking hands left traces in history.
"This is already the second high-ranking Soviet general to surrender to Su Tong. Can he be far away from the third?" On the third day of the surrender ceremony, major European media rushed to publish photos of Su Tong and Timoshenko shaking hands.
Photos and proceedings of the surrender ceremony.
"This is the Napoleon of the East" was the headline in the French Times.
"Who can defeat this Chinese general?" This is a report in the London Daily News.
"Ming Zhuo will surely defeat Ducai just as Su Tong will defeat Timoshenko." This is the headline of the Washington Post in the United States.
For a while, Chief Su became angry again, but at this time he had no time to deal with these trivial matters. There were bigger things waiting for him next.
Ulan-Ude is the third largest city in Eastern Siberia, but like other Siberian cities, it is sparsely populated, with less than 300,000 people in the entire city. There is no regular army stationed in the entire city, and the only armed forces are a few hundred people.
The police.
Today, the citizens of the city discovered that a train was coming from the east. When the train stopped, groups of soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms got off. Among these soldiers were Russians and Chinese with Asian faces. They quickly lifted the alarm
The original police force began to take control of the city. It all happened so suddenly that people had no time to react.
But when the familiar yet unfamiliar double-headed eagle flag flew in the center of the square, people were horrified to discover that the Tsar's army was coming again.
"Quick, speed up." A small group of Russian guards wearing dark green uniforms of the Thirty-seventh Army quickly ran towards the city hall under the leadership of the officers, ignoring the surprised eyes of the citizens on the roadside.
"Damn it, these capitalist vassals, the czar's lackeys are here." A political official in the municipal building said in panic to the police chief next to him.
"I know, but we are surrounded. Comrade Mayor, do you have any good ideas?" The tall and thin police chief glared at the trembling leader angrily.
"The four of you go to the first floor and guard the staircase. The rest of you will guard the window. When they get close, listen to my command and shoot immediately." The police chief pulled out a .30-caliber Nagant 1895 revolver and deliberately
He unintentionally pointed the gun at his head and said with a sneer: "Comrade Mayor, today is the time for us to realize the declaration we made when we joined the party. Are you ready?"
"I, I" The mayor's fat body couldn't help shaking, but he couldn't speak.
The police chief took a Mosin-Nagant rifle from the side and stuffed it into the hands of the mayor, who was always talking casually. He said coldly: "Okay, Comrade Mayor, Vladimir.
Comrade Ilyich Ulyanov once taught us that hesitation and fear of death cannot change your destiny. If you want to survive, you can only pick up a gun and fight bravely."
The mayor who took the gun felt even more powerful, and he stretched the gun out of the window with a whisper. At this time, he could vaguely see a dark green figure running in the distance.
"Okay, comrades, everyone has to wait for my order before shooting, do you understand?" The police chief, who has been working in the police station since retiring from the army, looked very calm.
"Click" I kept thinking of the sound of gun bolts being pulled next to the window, and the black muzzles of the guns were pointed at the street.
The dark green figure was getting closer and closer, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters. The people on the second floor were so nervous that they almost held their breath. Suddenly, a crisp gunshot sounded.
The second lieutenant of the Russian guard who led the team could hear the sound of a Mosin-Nagant rifle with his thigh. A rough voice immediately rang out: "Get out of here, that's coming from the Municipal Ax Building."
Sound. Class 1 and Class 2, get fucked over immediately."
Following the second lieutenant's order, dozens of guard soldiers immediately formed a skirmishing formation, leaned on the obstacles on the street, and quickly moved over.
There was a crisp slap in the face, and the police chief glared at his former boss with eyes like spitting fire: "You idiot, who asked you to shoot? You can only expose our
Target, call in enemy fire in advance to retaliate."
"I, I, I," the mayor, who was still trembling, had already dropped the rifle in his hand. He was usually eloquent, but he couldn't say a single word.
"You" The police chief, who was still angry, had no time to argue with him and ordered loudly: "Fire, fire immediately."
After saying that, he took the lead and opened fire, and the sound of gunshots like a stream of water rang out intermittently on the second floor.
The twenty or so police officers in the building only had about a dozen rifles, and the others could only hold small pistols. Under such circumstances, the police's firepower was undoubtedly pitifully weak.
Looking back at the guards, after being shot, the firepower advantage of their Garand rifles was immediately apparent. The intensive firepower of this continuous-fire semi-automatic rifle caused sparks to burst out of the windows on the second floor of the city hall.
"Third squadron cover, others follow me, rush over quickly." The guard [] second lieutenant waved the Somi submachine gun in his hand, and took the lead to run along the street with the help of the cover of the house.
Under the attack of ten Garand rifles and two Somi submachine guns from a squad, the firepower in the building did not dare to show up, and they could only let the enemy rush to the building.
After running to the door of the building, the second lieutenant gestured towards the two soldiers to pull out the safety bolt and then pointed inside. The two soldiers knowingly took off the grenades from their waists, pulled out the fuse and threw them in.
.
There were two huge explosions, and the hall on the first floor was shaken up with dust. The second lieutenant led the soldiers and rushed in while taking advantage of the smoke. The Suomi in his hand also fired at the inside.
It took until the smoke cleared to reveal four bodies wearing police uniforms on the ground.
Two anxious guards named [] immediately went up to the second floor, and were shot down as soon as their heads appeared. One was shot in the chest, and the other had a hole in his head. It looked like he was dying.
The second lieutenant made a gesture again, using the old method of opening the way with grenades. As more than a dozen grenades exploded, several muffled hums came from upstairs.
The second lieutenant waved his hand, and two more soldiers rushed forward while taking advantage of the smoke. With the series of "bumping" sounds of Garand rifles and the sound of Mosin-Nagant rifles from time to time, they were obviously attacked.
Here comes the resistance.
However, with the increasing strength and firepower, the defenders in the building retreated steadily. By the end of the battle, all the defenders in the building had fallen to the ground, leaving only one man in police uniform lying on the ground.
A man and a fat man hiding in the corner. At this moment, they were surrounded by more than twenty soldiers, and the muzzles of the black hole were pointed at them.
The lieutenant straddled Somi across his back, walked slowly to the policeman, looked at him condescendingly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly squatted down towards the policeman lying on the ground with a smile.
asked: "As long as you tell me where your secret grain depot is, you can survive."
The injured policeman glanced at him contemptuously, "Bah, you bunch of lackeys of the Tsar, minions of Alexei, you can't even think about it."
Before he could finish his words, a dull gunshot sounded. The policeman had a round hole in his head, his eyes were wide open, and the hat on his head was blown away by the air blast from the muzzle.
When he reached the side, the gray hair of the deceased was exposed.
The second lieutenant shook his head and said slowly: "You talk too much nonsense." Then he turned his head to the fat man and raised the corners of his mouth, and asked: "Well, comrade, I think you will tell me