I became Stalin chapter 118
The old foe stroked the horse’s mane.
“Rosina, you’re old too.”
The white hairs looked mixed in the mane. Perhaps she could understand people’s words, Rosina rolled her feet while blushing. I laughed out loud.
I am old and you are old. The world is still so wide.
“Come on, let’s go!”
“Wow! wow! Long live the Red Army!”
As he spurred his horse and shouted, his men followed him and shouted.
hurray! hurray! Call me until my heart explodes, let’s see. Long live the Red Army!
The roar of engines and the hum of horses filled the plain. As if blessing the brave warriors of the cavalry, the Air Force fighters flew in the sky and cast a shadow on the ground.
However, the hearts of the wealthy enemies who lead them were not at ease. He himself was awarded medals and high ranks and said that he was “doing well”, but a number of his subordinates had already been demoted or taken away for absurd reasons.
‘Berry, you’re like that mongrel… .’
By the warrior’s instinct, he could tell who the enemy was. Who wants to fasten the collar of the cavalry.
Beria was a capable spy, but a competent spy always keeps the generals in check. He constantly whispered conspiracies and concerns into the secretary’s ear.
Already, the Red Army’s cavalry, especially the elite 1st Guards Cavalry, had once been driven to the brink of a purge by the NKVD’s dukes. Due to military disobedience and embezzlement of supplies, high-ranking officers and subordinates were turned over once.
wealth?? He himself was almost abducted by NKVD agents, but survived his life.
“They tried to privatize the Red Army of workers and peasants.”
It was later found out that such a charge was attached to him.
I sharpened my teeth. You privatized the cavalry? So who’s not the NKVD’s property?
Since the start of the war, wealth has fled to the front line again. If I fight for my life on the front line, they won’t even be able to touch me. I had some thoughts like that.
Breathing the air of the battlefield and living in battle fit his constitution as a natural cavalryman. At least rather than the Kremlin’s political struggles and strife. The horse was a loyal and non-treacherous creature. To the point where I feel sorry for even comparing myself to a human.
“Come, you miss the plains too! uhhhhh”
As she ran, Rosina raised her front feet long toward the sky. Bu??祗甄?He burst out with a roaring laugh. The air of the battlefield mixed with the detachment entered into the flat chest and shook the lungs.
Now the NKVD and the Politburo have adopted different methods to keep him and the military in check. A more sophisticated and sophisticated way.
* * *
“character! Let’s dance!!”
“… Hey! arc! Hey! arc!”
In the process of filming the ‘propaganda video’ led by the NKVD, he had to do a bouncy dance in a ridiculous nomadic costume. Did he say he liked it because German soldiers were afraid of cavalry?
As if dancing a traditional Cossack dance, several cameras took pictures of them jumping and spinning and singing strange songs.
‘Berry, you’re not even a dog… .’
“gong! gong! Genghis Khan! Run horseman! Run, cavalry!”
It was completely different from when I went out for entertainment at the secretary’s dacha. Instead of laughter and entertainment, there was a clear smirk in the eyes of the NKVD agents.
Seeing the dance at that time, Beria said that it was the operation that the general secretary personally ordered. I don’t know what’s the benefit of sprinkling the world with a ridiculous amount of wealth, but Beria emphasized that it was an ‘order’ anyway.
‘Is this a harbinger of a purge?’
In order to keep in check the young and capable rookie named Zhukov, the wealthy ??祗? I tried to lift him up, but this time he dropped him into the abyss again. As a result, there was no single tycoon in the military.
Here, the NKVD was beating out subordinates one by one from within the cavalry.
With all sorts of absurd false accusations and all kinds of stigma, his old subordinates disappeared one by one. When his chief of staff, the most honest and upright, was arrested on charges of embezzlement of munitions, and his deputy commander, who was more loyal to the Soviet Union than anyone else, was taken on charges of espionage.
I could feel the insidious touch of the wealthy Beria.
He was so worried.
‘What should I do?’
The propaganda was ostensibly to scare the Germans by linking their most feared generals with their feared Mongols.
But who would be intimidated by such a ridiculous thing?
Maybe it’s the secretary’s ‘special consideration’. Wealth ??祗甄?suspected. General Yosai seemed to have set the course in the direction of trusting and protecting the generals thoroughly, but seeing that his sword, Beria, was installed, it was impossible to guarantee.
If he himself is purged of guilt and goes to the Gulag… His family could not be spared either. Perhaps he will be executed with him, or he will go to Siberia.
In the fortress, the system of association was almost abolished, and the treatment of prisoners improved, but it was still a death sentence.
On the other hand, if you die on the battlefield, you will be left with a degree of honor. Your family will be treated much better that way.
The dead have no words. No matter how polite they were, there was no threat to the regime based on that, so the treatment of the dead was thorough.
In particular, since the number of enemies each died fighting bravely on the battlefield… I will leave my family alone.
The grandchildren who do not seem to hurt even if they put it in their eyes. As for those guys… .
* * *
“so… You mean the enemy comrade just wandered around like this?”
“Yes! We were skeptical when we first got this information, but there are quite a few testimonies. Can you do it?”
The man who was big enough to look full on the sofa he was sitting on scratched his cheek as he looked at the piles of papers. He had a hideous scar on his left cheek, contorting his face.
The most dangerous man in Europe, the evil spirit of Gibraltar, the Führer’s secret weapon. They were all descriptive words for him. SS Major Otto Skorzeny, he was terrified even when he saw the secret plan to assassinate a Soviet Marshal.
“Well… I’m sorry, but I also have a new order from your Excellency. We will recruit volunteers from among our men.”
“Hey, would you? Thank you! Thank you very much!”
The general of the army stood up first and shook one hand the size of Skorzeny’s pot lid. It was impossible to treat a general like this on a single major subject, but Skorzeny, he was special.
He made his best contribution to infiltrating Gibraltar, blowing up bases and sweeping the British fleet. Even when a conspiracy to revolt against the Führer was discovered, he wandered around and captured dozens of rebel leaders.
There is no one who can match the achievements he has made, and the trust of the president is strong. How could a ‘one’ general treat such a person recklessly? To the person who carries out the operation while receiving the secret orders of the Führer?
The Führer’s authority was now in full swing. The general was familiar with Berlin’s ups and downs and chose to take a lower stance.
“I would like you to listen to all the requests of our unit members as much as possible. everyone… They are not normal people.”
“Anyway! I will do my best within my powers.”
Skorzeny scratched his cheek again and grinned. The chatter of the beholder was a cool laugh.
Skorzeny himself said thank you in a good way, but because of his appearance, people did not receive pure favors straight away.
“Heh, thank you.”
* * *
“It’s an operation! Damn you bastards! There are two of them!”
Skorzeny came in with the barracks door open and shouted loudly to his men. Some cheered and some mourned. Either way, it wasn’t a normal attitude to show to the commander. Of course, neither Skorzeny nor his subordinates cared about anything like that.
Either he was transferred to another special assignment, or he died during the operation. Only the craziest people from the Third Reich remained in the Freedental Commandos.
“Leader! So who are you going to kill?”
“right! Just tell me that!”
A subordinate who was blowing a bottle with a captured vodka bottle exclaimed so. Other subordinates also sympathized with him. Skorzeny smiled and waved the order slowly.
“Yeah, you guys will be curious too. Once, one guy… .”
“You are the enemy! The red cavalry commander part??
Whoa profit! The commandos blew a whistle and burst into exclamation. Yes, that should be enough! They had no interest in trivial targets.
“Crazy bastards, can’t you guys even know where to play? Ha ha ha ha!”
“What? Who is it?”
No matter what others said, my eyes widened and I looked around at the sound of my subordinate who was playing poker was dying. Me, me, I’m like an idiot who doesn’t listen to what I’m talking about.
There were two kinds of people in the Freedental Commando. One is those who are crazy about the pleasure of a risky operation like just before. There were a lot of crazy things about the commando that said they were going to have fun and fight until they crawled into my porridge.
“Is it that dangerous? Just like this?”
“Hey, if it really looks like it’s going to be tough, our boss won’t even do it.”
The more dangerous the more dangerous, the more adrenaline rushed, and they rushed to the place where the riskiest operation and death rate were high. Even now, looking at the order explaining the special operation, they discussed how dangerous it would be.
“Crazy bastards… .”
And there were those who looked relatively normal like this.
“What? you are the craziest To be honest.”
“Giggle, we fight with crazy people, really.”
Of course, there wasn’t a single person in the Freedental Commandos who was truly normal. Either they’re crazy for the pleasures of danger, or they’re out-of-control criminals. Rape, murder, arson. It was rare for commandos to have one of the three on their resume. I’d rather not know if there are all three.
“Anyway, it’s sortie tomorrow, so those who volunteer are ready. Stop drinking.”
Skorzeny kicked his subordinate’s back with a bottle of vodka, snatched the bottle of vodka and gulped it down.
There were bloodstains on the bottle as to where it came from, but he didn’t care. A burning sensation rose from his throat.
“There aren’t only one or two people to kill, so take care of your bodyguards.”
* * *
The offensive was a deceptive operation to divert the eyes of the Germans from the forces concentrated in the north. Well, it wasn’t without the purpose of taking down the German 9th Army in Smolensk.
The 1st Guards Corps was actually a more symbolic unit. A majestic cavalry with a long history as the most elite of the Red Army. In terms of actual combat power, cavalry units armed with tanks and self-propelled guns were much better, but cavalry was better for attracting attention.
Every day war propaganda broadcasts proclaimed that the cavalry had won here, and that they had routed the enemy there. He hid where and what the armored units, the main force of the Soviet Union, were doing.
The media information that Germany was exposed to was completely processed for the purposes of the Soviet Union.
“In the south of Smolensk, a cavalry force led by Marshal Vice will launch an offensive. In order to hide that the northern right wing is the main player, we are doing as much media exposure as possible.”
“At the same time, we received information that the Savoy Cavalry Regiment belonging to the Italian Army was deployed to the south of the German 9th Army.”
“Oh, cavalry versus cavalry?”
In fact, Soviet cavalry units were more like mechanized units, relying more on armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles than horses. Horses were merely an auxiliary means of transport for troops.
On the other hand, the Italian Savoy Cavalry Regiment… They were the last ‘real cavalry’ left on the modern battlefield.
A real cavalryman riding a horse and wielding a saber. Of course, the main armament was firearms, but they were the last cavalry to be active on the battlefield of the 20th century.
In the face of the wave of history, it will be ephemeral, but… It wouldn’t be bad to burn splendidly in the place that would be the last battlefield.
“Good. Try deploying as many military photographers as possible. Will this be a movie street? Uh-huh!”
I became Stalin chapter 118