One Hundred and Forty Regrets

Even though he was dragged by the guards, Tukhachevsky still wanted to defend himself: "I am Marshal Tukhachevsky! I am the Marshal of the Red Army! You can't just detain me! I'm going to Moscow! I want to find Stalin! I made a lot of sacrifices and contributions for the Soviet Union and the Red Army, and now you are shamelessly arresting me, and one day I will be punished!"

The lieutenant colonel leading the way had a smug face on his face, smiled coldly, and said contemptuously: "It's just a traitor, we never lack people like you here, huh, why am I being punished? Take care of yourself first." !"

"I want paper and pen! I want to write a letter to Comrade Stalin! I want to send a message to my friends in Moscow! You cannot deprive a marshal of the right to write letters. [For more exciting novels, please visit]" Tukhachevsky knew If he wanted to survive, he had to contact his old comrades-in-arms and old friends. At least he should let the veterans in Moscow know what happened.

"You still want to write a letter? Now your friends are writing letters to Comrade Stalin! I can tell you the content of the letter! They are busy severing ties with you, a traitor!" The lieutenant colonel kicked Tukhachevsky kicked into the cell, and the guards then closed the cell door. The lieutenant colonel said brazenly through the prison door: "You die!"

As these people left, the footsteps gradually faded away, and Tukhachevsky calmed down, and began to look at his cell. The walls are full of mottled marks. I think a marshal has never lived here. He touched his body and found a pack of cigarettes, but unfortunately there were no matches.

Tukhachevsky sneered and found a place to sit down. My head is full of things from the past few years. This is my motherland? Is this what I've fought my whole life for? Frame Zhongliang and eradicate dissidents! He didn't take justice and reason seriously, and actually did the trick of framing his comrades for his own benefit!

Relying on a report letter and a piece of information brought back from Germany, an old proletarian revolutionary with great military exploits and deep experience was thrown into prison, and even the process of identification and interrogation was omitted. What is this? Childish and vile!

When the country and the military are conducting mass arrests. He could feel Stalin's gloomy gaze on him, and Tusachevsky could not escape the premonition of danger in this situation. When he learned of the arrest of Commander B. M. Feldman, who had worked with him in Leningrad and served as the chief of staff of the military region, he also defended his comrades: "This is a kind of war. A massive campaign of sowing discord."

It's a pity that he himself has been arrested now. I don't know if someone will defend himself in this way.

Yet what he described as sowing discord continued. Just two days after he was arrested, the court trial began. On the same day, the judges could not wait to try the "criminal Tukhachevsky criminal group": sentenced Tukhachevsky and 7 other important military personnel - first-level army commander Yeronim Petrovich Ubolevich and Iona Emanuilovich Yakir, Commander of the Second Army Group August Ivanovich Kork, Army Commander Vitaly Marko Viktor Primakov, Vitovt Kazimirovich Putna, Robert Derovich Edman and Boris Mironovich Feldman were executed.

During the trial, Tukhachevsky was not arranged to appear in court to defend himself. One of his former comrades-in-arms appeared in court to correct him for using wrong methods to weaken the combat effectiveness of the Red Army. To pay the price, quickly build up tank corps."

The court used this as incriminating evidence of Tukhachevsky's attempt to collude with Germany to overthrow Stalin. This reminds one of the beautiful lines of Sergey Yesenin:

Have you ever seen

The train with its iron palm,

How to gallop across the prairie,

Flying in the misty mist of the lake,

Snorting steel?

And behind it,

in the tall grass,

Like a desperate game at a festival,

A red-maned pony gallops,

The slender legs swung forward.

What a lovely and ridiculous fool,

Where is it going, where is it chasing?

Doesn't it know, live horse

Has been defeated by the steel horse?

The poem was written in 1920... I have to say it's an oddity; for a sensitive lyricist nostalgic for a lost Roth, for a peasant poet of renown, for a naturally cheerful For the poet of "Our Little People," the outcome of the live versus iron horse debate was perfectly clear as early as 1920. But some military strategists and politicians still hover between cavalry and tanks.

In fact, the German intelligence agency's attempt to kill the tricky Soviet Red Army commander Marshal Tukhachevsky by means of framing was finally realized. With the help of the knife arranged by Germany, Stalin eliminated the military Tukhachevsky forces who had been threatening him, and firmly grasped the command of the Red Army in one breath.

However, the plan to attack Soviet industrial talents and weaken the Soviet "government" talent reserve through the Tukhachevsky case was easily seen through, because the eagerness to expand the Soviet purge campaign resulted in too many false documents and lost a certain degree of authenticity. Sex", Stalin did not expand the purge campaign to the technical department. Although several designers were arrested because of Tukhachevsky's involvement, it did not hurt the fundamentals of Soviet industrial talents.

In fact, it is not difficult to see, because in 1926, Germany and the Soviet High Command signed a secret agreement, according to which Junkers will provide technical assistance for the Soviet Union to establish an air force. At that time, Tukhachevsky was the chief of staff of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, so he naturally had business contacts with German officials.

In 1926, the text of the agreement was signed by Tukhachevsky. This makes it possible to imitate his signature to create a fake letter. Judging from the letter, Tukhachevsky and his "associates" appear to have reached an agreement in order to get rid of the jurisdiction of the civil service and seize state power. On the fake letter, there are various real seals of the German intelligence agency "Gestapo", such as "top secret" and "confidential". However, the content involved in these documents does not have any real action deployment.

Therefore, it is obviously impossible to rely on such an unnecessary document to deceive the Soviet Union. However, it is very sufficient to help someone with a heart like Stalin to suppress and deal with other forces.

On the night that Tukhachevsky was waiting to be shot, an unexpected thing happened. A prison guard knocked on his cell door.

"Hello! Marshal Tukhachevsky!" The prison guard had a faint smile on his face, looking harmless to humans and animals: "I am an operation agent sent by the German Gestapo. If you are willing to cooperate, I will cooperate with you." We're getting out of here! We're going to send you back to Berlin, Germany, where you'll be very safe."

Tukhachevsky raised his eyebrows, looked at the prison guard, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you! It seems that the head of state said that he doesn't want to confront me head-on. He is willing to help that villain Stalin Beat me this way!"

"The head of state also doesn't want to fight with you, Marshal. As a last resort, he took advantage of Stalin's prejudice against you, Marshal. But the head of state admires your talent very much, and will treat you better than Stalin." The prison guard searched for it while talking. The key to the prison door, I want to "insert" it into the keyhole.

"You are really pervasive! I didn't expect that there are so many spies like you in our great Soviet land!" Tukhachevsky said with a wry smile.

"Actually, it's not as much as you think!" The prison guard explained with a smile while inserting the key into the lock: "I'm in the action team, and I'm in charge of doing this kind of thing. I knocked out a prison guard and replaced it with a new one." His clothes just got mixed in. It’s not easy to come here. It’s estimated that we’ll be discovered in a while, and the few people who meet us outside will lose some. You think we have spies in a prison, and you think highly of us. .Ha ha."

"Don't bother! I won't go to Germany! I'm a Communist, and I will never surrender to the bourgeoisie. It's better to die a heroic life than to survive!" Tukhachevsky shook his head to stop the prison guard's move: "For me and your head of state, just say that I regret not being able to fight him on the battlefield."

"You, stop thinking about it?" The prison guard asked again regretfully.

"I'm tired... let's go." After speaking, Tukhachevsky lay back on the single bed in the cell.

Germany's attempt to bring Tukhachevsky back to Berlin failed because the Field Marshal himself did not cooperate - a stark irony of the charges against which he was tried. Early the next morning, Ye Ruofu's men impatiently shot and killed the accomplished Red Army Marshal.

Only three days later, Tukhachevsky's wife and children were charged with espionage and treason and sentenced to death. A prominent family of marshals just disappeared from the scroll of history.

After killing Khachevsky, his wife and children, Yezhov and his men began to arrest his relatives, friends and colleagues. When a worker of the NKVD saw the portrait of the marshal on the wall of a prisoner's house, he asked in amazement: "Why don't you take it off?"

"No..." replied the arrested man, "you know, one day people will erect a monument to him."

The daring friend of the marshal did not live to see Tukhachevsky rehabilitated, as he and his family were packed the next day on a train bound for a concentration camp in Siberia, waiting for the train to arrive in Siberia's icy ice When he was at the destination, only two scrawny children were left in his family of 13 people.

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