Baron Peter Nikolaevich Flanger is a qualified general. He immediately judged that Denikin and Tyumen's troops must have been completed. Although he didn't know how that battle was fought and how Trotsky blocked the news of #博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博

Without hesitation, the Baron immediately ordered the abandonment of Vorkuta and all the troops were transferred to Surgut, so as not to be cut off from the back and repeat the mistakes of Denikin. At this time, he did not wait for the Far East orders to take action first. In his heart, if it weren't for the Far East men who didn't understand the army's blind command, how could the battle situation be so far?

When it comes to war, the baron is not as good as the #Zannikin, and when it comes to escaping, the baron is a master. In just one day, the entire Volkuta became an empty city, and the large army rushed towards Surgut at the fastest speed. The sudden retreat of the Russian Empire of Volkuta surprised the Soviet Red Army. Although he was willing to stop it, before Trotsky's army had time to head north, he could not stop the aggressive Baron with just a few divisions. Moreover, General Stanislavsky, who received the order to withdraw, was also ready to respond. The Baron ignored the harassment of the small Red Army troops along the way, and only lowered his head and rushed to Surgut in one breath.

"What? Running?!"

When the news reached the central part, Trotsky, who was gathering troops to prepare for the northward advance, was shocked. He never expected that Volkuta's enemy would run away without even fighting. Could it be that the other party's commander was a rabbit?

"What's the situation with the enemy now?" Trotsky asked calmly. The enemy's unexpected actions suddenly disrupted his tactical plan. It's no point in continuing to advance north now. Volkuta, who retreated from the entire army, had no enemies except the people left behind. Volkuta could easily liberate Volkuta just by relying on local troops and the Red Army division serving as the blocking division.

"The enemy retreated to Surgut. According to the information on the inside, the enemy is mobilizing railways to transport supplies to the rear. It seems that the other party is not ready to defend Surgut, and seems to want to retreat directly to the Central and Siberian defense line."

"Baron Peter Nikolayevich Flanger... How could this guy be like this? Damn it! Damn it coward!" Trotsky was very depressed and couldn't help but curse.

"This is not surprising!" Temusinge, who had been silent on the side, said: "This Baron is different from ordinary soldiers. He is simply a cunning fox and often makes unexpected moves, otherwise he would not have succeeded in the Battle of Siberia. It seems that he smelled something, so he withdrew without hesitation. Comrade Trotsky, we have met our opponents."

Tukhachevsky nodded silently. The failure of the Siberian Battle was his great humiliation. And the highest commander of both sides was Tukhachevsky and the baron. Although this noble general had never had many dealings before, and had never heard of his reputation in military affairs, it was that time when he was called the Red Napoleon Tukhachevsky and Temuxingo were defeated by the other party.

"Cunning fox?" Trotsky gradually calmed down when he heard these two subordinates whom he valued the most, and put his hands on the edge of the table for a while, and decided to say, "Send a message to the troops in the north so that they can quickly liberate Volkuta, and do a good job in reconnaissance in the surrounding areas to prevent the enemy from making conspiracies."

After pausing, Trotsky said again: "I order! The gathered troops immediately march towards Surgut!"

"Comrade Trotsky, now only half of the troops gather. If we march towards Surgut immediately, we will not have an advantage in terms of the comparison of the military power of our enemies. Will we slow down for a few more days?" Tukhachevsky suggested.

"It doesn't make sense." Trotsky shook his head and explained: "Baron Flanger won't give us too much time. If we wait until the assembly is over and then set off, the situation may be worse. It's better to march now, as it will make the opponent make a wrong judgment, at least we can easily take Surgut."

"I understand!" Tukhachevsky and Temuxingo suddenly realized that Trotsky was trying to alert the enemy. Although some troops marched towards Surgut, they would never be too fast. Instead, they continued to oppress their opponents to make the decision to retreat as soon as possible. In this way, Surgut's liberation will become much easier. From a tactical perspective, although it cannot be called a complete victory, it is also a victory after all.

"Comrade Trotsky, maybe we have other ways......" Temuxin Ge was a little unwilling to watch the Baron run away. He wanted to get cramps and skin for this guy who had defeated him. For this reason, he couldn't help but put on an idea and tentatively look at Trotsky's attitude. It's absolutely not possible! Tyumin's affairs can only be done once, never come again. Don't forget that Baron Flanger is not #博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博 no one can bear the responsibility once the news spreads!" Trotsky's face turned and explained seriously. Timuxin thought about it carefully and sighed softly, feeling that it was true. The method used in Tyumin was not suitable for Sulgut. It seemed that we could only give up this plan.

After setting the tactics, Trotsky left the command center. He brought the guards to a place, which was very vigilant and was almost better than the command center in terms of safety.

"Has he eaten today?" When he arrived at the place, Major Yahoo saw Trotsky coming and stood attentively and saluted. After returning the salute, Trotsky asked.

"I only drank a glass of goat milk, but I still didn't move the bread."

Nodding, Trotsky waved his hand and signaled the other party to continue on duty. He asked Jingwei to stay outside and enter the wooden house alone.

The room is not big, and of course it is not small. It is usually separated from the prison by wooden strips thick with children's arms. In the cell, a man with a beard and hawthorn sat on the ground against the wall, with an old blanket on his shoulder, and his eyes were closed as if he was taking a nap.

"Anthony!"

Trotsky walked closer and looked at a plate not far away, with a few pieces of black bread that had not moved, and half a red sausage. He sighed softly, and he pulled a chair and sat in front of the cell, greeting the people inside.

After hearing the sound, the other party did not open his eyes, and did not even move, and continued to fall asleep in a nap.

"Anthony, I know you don't want to see me, but you still eat something for your own body anyway. There have been enough people who died in this war in Russia. Although you and I are in a hostile camp, we are all Russians. Even God cannot deny this." Trotsky lit a cigarette and said quietly: "You are not responsible for the defeat of Tyumen. From a military perspective, you are not a loser, but you are just bad luck. You are a qualified soldier and an excellent commander. Facing reality is something that people like us must do......"

"Reality?Reality is that your devil's hands are covered with blood, and reality is that you use the name of righteousness to decorate ugly behavior!Reality is that you, the shameless Jew, still utterly saying that you want to liberate us Russians! These are what you call reality!"

The prisoner was no other person, but Denikin, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Forces. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Trotsky with an extremely contemptuous look, and replied coldly.

"Anthony! The revolution requires sacrifice, and only sacrifice can bring about the success of the revolution! After the revolution is successful, we can have the energy to devote all our strength to the construction of the country and realize the great ideal of the highest level! What's more, war is war, and there is no difference between defeating the enemy with bullets and using cannons. As a soldier, you should understand this truth..."

Denikin looked at Trotsky with an incomparable indifference and compassion, and he could not be interested in any debate with him.

"roll!"

"Anthony!"

"Get out!" #Zannikin cursed coldly, tightening the blanket on his body, changing his posture, turning his back to Trotsky, and ignoring his attitude.

"Okay, calm down, I'll come to see you again in a few days..." Trotsky stood up and said, after he left the place.

"Comrade Commander! This person is so stubborn. I don't think it's necessary to keep it like this. Should I send him directly to Moscow?" Trotsky walked out, and the major who had come forward came up and suggested to him softly with a smile.

Trotsky turned around, squinted his eyes and suddenly asked, "Is this your personal opinion or...?"

The major's expression suddenly changed, and a cold sweat broke out like a needle behind him. He immediately realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, which aroused Trotsky's vigilance.

"Come on! Take him up!"

Trotsky took a step back and pointed his hand at the major. Several Jingwei immediately rushed towards him like a wolf or a tiger. In the blink of an eye, he put the major's weapon on his face and stuffed a bundle of cloth tightly into his mouth.

"You, and you!" After dealing with the major, Trotsky pointed to the two guards and said, "You are now responsible for this. You should immediately transfer the target and remember the confidentiality code! Except for my personal order, no one can see the target, let alone take people away. If necessary, you can implement battlefield discipline, do you understand?"

"clear!"
Chapter completed!