Rebirth of the National Marshal

"We don't know how to operate such artillery. We are simply playing with our lives. You officers cannot ignore our lives. If we really fire, we will be irresponsible to ourselves and our comrades." More and more soldiers gathered below. At first they didn't say anything, but after hearing the words of the political commissar, they all surrounded him. What kind of political commissar is this?

For your own official hat, you actually asked us to fire. Can this cannon be fired? There are cracks on the barrels of each gun. If we really dare to fire, we will really be sending ourselves to see God. Not to mention hitting others, even whether we can save our own lives is a problem. Why should we listen to the orders of such a political commissar? This is playing with our own lives.

"Shut up, everyone. Don't you see what the situation is? Who are the people here? There is no room for you bastards to speak. Get out of the way. I will discuss things with the political commissar slowly. What does it have to do with you? Get out of here." Although the commander spoke rudely, the soldiers under him also knew what he meant.

If the soldier who spoke just now was remembered by the political commissar, even if the war was won, that soldier would probably be arrested in the end, because questioning the political commissar's decision on the battlefield is a super scary thing.

In the Soviet army, let alone an ordinary soldier, even the regiment commander cannot question the decision of the political commissar, because the political commissar belongs to the Bureau of Secrets and has basically no relationship with the entire military region. The Soviet Bureau of Secrets is the same as China's Military Control Commission. They can do things without any instructions. As long as they suspect something, they can use it as a target, secretly start investigating, and follow the clues to implicate a large number of officers.

"What do you guys mean? Do you want to rebel? Is this still the great Soviet Republic? Don't think that I won't do anything to you just because we are on the battlefield and on the front line. I tell you the truth, the great Soviet Republic will not be threatened by anyone. If you dare to question my decision, I will execute you immediately." The political commissar had just finished speaking when more than a dozen members of the supervision team ran in from outside.

They all held submachine guns. This was the situation in the Soviet army. The soldiers who were actually fighting on the front line were holding Mosin-Nagant single-shot rifles, while these members of the supervision team were holding submachine guns. It was not that there were no advanced weapons in the Soviet army, but these advanced weapons were not used in the right places. They were all in the hands of these supervision team members, while the soldiers who were fighting desperately at the front were holding some old weapons. This was also a rather surprising thing.

They all lived in the army, and if it were just one or two soldiers under normal circumstances, they would probably be scared by these members of the supervision team. However, there were more than a hundred soldiers around, all of whom were artillerymen here. They immediately picked up their self-defense pistols and pointed them at the members of the supervision team. Today's incident was a big deal.

Normally, the members of these supervision teams are high and mighty. Not to mention that ordinary soldiers dare to point guns at them, even some low-ranking officers dare not do anything to them. It seems that there has not been a fight with the Chinese here yet, and these people can definitely make them all wipe out the other side.

"Don't be impulsive, put your guns down. We are all brothers. If there is any problem, we can discuss it slowly. Don't point guns at each other. If an accidental discharge of a gun gets out, we will be in trouble. If the soldiers from other regiments see it and report it to the newspaper, we will all be sent to the Atonement Camp." The regiment commander had not lost his mind at this time. Although he hated what the political commissar did, he could not let the army he led with his own hands collapse like this.

"Bang!!!" Just as the soldiers on both sides slowly put down their guns, everyone thought that the conflict was over. However, a few gunshots broke the silence. A soldier actually shot the political commissar to death. Everyone looked at the soldier in surprise. How could such a thing happen?

They just picked up guns to force the supervision teams to retreat, but they didn't expect that someone would actually dare to open fire and kill the political commissar. This matter became a big deal. Not to mention their regiment commander, even if their brigade commander came, it would be impossible to suppress this matter. It is estimated that everyone in the regiment will be subject to political investigation, and dark days are coming.

"Brothers, this guy has seen what we did just now. After this war, he will definitely let these supervisors capture him. Why don't we go all out and kill them directly? After all, on the battlefield, a dozen deaths are nothing." The soldier said loudly.

The soldiers who had slowly put down their guns raised their guns again, facing the supervisors in front. They were all a little confused. Who was so brave? Judging from the guy's accent, he was definitely a Soviet, but they didn't seem to have seen him before. Was he just transferred from somewhere else?

Suddenly they remembered that their regiment was temporarily formed in the Moscow Central Military District. It was not the original old unit. Knowing that they had to support the Far East, all the rich and powerful bureaucrats' children were transferred out, and all those who came here were ordinary people from civilian families.

"You damn bastards, put your guns down immediately. Do you know what you just did? Hurry up and call the medics to see how the political commissar is doing?" The captain of the Poison Combat Team shouted loudly. He was also in shock, but he knew very well that he had to calm this group of soldiers down. He should be able to do so relying on his authority. Otherwise, if they really started to make trouble, he would be the one to die. There were only a dozen members of the clan war team here. Although their weapons were relatively advanced, there were hundreds of soldiers around. If that evil force really came up, they would not be able to escape. The political commissar was already dead. It could be seen from here that the soldiers were crazy. The reason for saying that was to get these soldiers back on track.