Chapter 18 Weird
Regardless of the information he had come across in his previous life or the news he had seen and heard in this life, in short, in today's Soviet Union, there were only a handful of big names that Yuri was familiar with. And among these few people were Grigoriy Mihajlovich Stern and Vasily Vasilyevich Ulrich.
Needless to say, Stern, the general with a Hitler-style mustache, is still commanding operations in North Karelia. The Ninth Army under his command and the Ninth Army where Yuri serves are close to each other and are friendly forces. In addition, this person has been to China, and he replaced Li De as the chief adviser.
Another person mentioned in the archives is even more famous, Vasily Vasilyevich Ulrich, the first generation of military judges in Soviet military history. He tried many major cases, such as the case of the "Trotsky-Zinoviev Anti-Soviet Alliance Terror Center", in which Trotsky was expelled from the country; the case of the "Anti-Soviet Parallel Center", in which Zinoviev, Kamenev and other Bolshevik veterans were sent to the guillotine; the coup plot of the "Anti-Soviet Trotsky Military Organization" was uncovered, and a large number of senior Soviet generals including Tukhachevsky were shot; the case of the "Rightist-Trotsky Anti-Soviet Group" was tried, and Bukharin, Rykov and others were sent to the abyss. The "60-city Circuit Military Tribunal" led by him sentenced more than 30,000 people to execution and thousands of people to imprisonment in a few years.
To put it bluntly, Comrade Ulrich was an out-and-out executioner, with blood on his hands no less than Beria's - most importantly, this guy also participated in the trial of Leonid Nikitich Khrushchev and sentenced him to death. It was definitely a blessing that he died before Khrushchev came to power.
Yuri's political awareness might not be very high, but even if it was not very high, he knew one thing clearly, that is, he must stay as far away from people like Ulrich as possible, otherwise, he would definitely not have a good ending in ten years.
Dmitry's promotion is obviously a good thing, but the problem is that after he was promoted to major general, he had to team up with people like Ulrich to cooperate in investigating Stern, which is probably not a good thing.
It can be predicted that since the People's Commissariat for Internal Affairs arranged for Dmitri to cooperate with Ulrich to investigate the so-called case of the Leningrad Military District, the Leningrad Military District will definitely not be peaceful for a period , and perhaps a large number of middle and high-level commanders will be in trouble. Although he can only be regarded as a grassroots commander, Yuri still feels fortunate that he is not in Leningrad.
Putting the two documents back into the bag and tying the drawstring again, Yuri turned his head to look at Dmitri who was sleeping soundly, shook his head, put the file bag next to him, then found a comfortable position to lie down and closed his eyes to take a nap.
When people drink, no matter if they drink too much or not, they will always be somewhat confused. Yuri did not think about taking a nap, he just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but he did not expect that he fell asleep soon after leaning on the sofa. When he woke up again, the light in the room had completely dimmed, and it was obviously late.
Struggling to get up from the sofa, Yuri frowned and rubbed his temples, feeling a pain as if his head was splitting open.
The drunk Dmitri was no longer on the sofa next to him. Yuri looked around and saw only light coming from the half-open door of the bedroom.
Standing up and walking to the bedroom door, Yuri reached out and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Dmitri's voice came from the door, his tone a little dull.
Yuri pushed the door open and saw Dmitri, who had changed into pajamas, sitting at the desk, apparently writing something.
"Are you awake?" Hearing the footsteps behind him, Dmitri turned around and asked with a smile.
"Well," Yuri saw the file bag on the table at a glance. He pretended to avoid looking at it as if nothing had happened and said, "What time is it? I think I should go back."
"I have arranged a car for you," Dmitri did not try to persuade her to leave. He nodded, stood up and said, "But you'd better wait a while before leaving~"
As he said this, Dmitri picked up what he had just written, shook it and said, "You can take a look at this. Oh, and what does the T-shaped wire clamp you mentioned look like? Can I see the finished product?"
Yuri's heart skipped a beat. He almost instinctively thought that Dmitri was pretending to be drunk in the afternoon. Otherwise, how could he still remember this incident? If Dmitri was pretending to be drunk, then wouldn't he also know about the fact that he had looked through the file bag?
"Well, I've thought about it. This matter does have some publicity significance," Dmitri continued to speak to himself, as if he didn't see his expression. "The inspection still depends on how much efficiency it can improve and whether it is really practical. But are you sure you want to give this opportunity to that woman?"
"Ah? Yes, I've thought about it," Yuri didn't know what Dmitri was thinking, he said hesitantly.
"You have to think clearly, Paulenka," Dmitri did not mention the file bag at all. He continued, "Such an operation will only benefit that woman, but will not be of any use to you."
Yuri could understand what Dmitri meant. What he meant was that Olga could benefit from the invention of the T-clip and she might even receive some kind of commendation, but if Yuri married her, Olga's political identity as a rich peasant would still cause him trouble during a customs inspection, and this would not change because of the appearance of the "T-clip".
"I've thought it through, Deka," Yuri nodded without hesitation and said in a firm tone.
"Well," Dmitri shrugged and said, "As you wish, I will help you arrange it. Take a look at this document first. If there is no problem, I will start to arrange it after I take office in the Leningrad Military District."
Dmitri only said that he would take up the post in the Leningrad Military Region, but did not mention what position he would take up. Yuri knew that he must know that he had opened and read the document, but he just did not say it to his face.
Yuri took the paper silently and read it hastily. This was a propaganda draft. It had to be admitted that Dmitri was very good at doing this kind of thing. According to the propaganda draft, the communications officer Olga had become an advanced element who, although she had a poor background, was full of love for the Soviet motherland and the Soviet people.
Yuri is not a propaganda person, and his Russian proficiency is not very good. At least he can't find any problems in this manuscript. Most importantly, his mind is not on it at all.
"It's good. I don't think there is any problem." Yuri said in a low voice after reading the manuscript.
"That's it," Dmitri nodded, took the manuscript back, and said, "I'll arrange for someone to take you back. Also, I may stay in Moscow until next month. If there is anything, you can come here to find me."
"Okay," Yuri nodded, pondered for a moment, and added, "Thank you, Deka, you are a very good friend."
Dmitri smiled calmly but said nothing.
The car that took Yuri back was still the same one, and even the driver was not changed. It was probably Dmitri's exclusive car in Moscow.
On the way back, Yuri was thinking about one question: Colonel Dmitri, no, now he is a major general. Judging from his rise to fame, this guy is definitely not a good person. But then again, this guy who is not a good person treats him very well - but why is he so good to him?
Yuri couldn't think of an answer to this question. Could it be because he was blessed with a lucky halo?
In fact, what Yuri could never have imagined was that the answer to this question was actually very simple. Major General Dmitri treated him well because this major general comrade lacked friends, and in this strange place of Moscow, the only person he really knew and could deal with was Yuri.
For the cautious Dmitri, Yuri is undoubtedly a good choice to be friends with. This young man is timid and a bit cowardly. At the same time, there is a previous relationship between the two. More importantly, Yuri's position is too low, and his existence basically poses no threat to Dmitri.
When they got back to their residence, it was already completely dark. Yuri got off the car in front of the building and watched the driver drive away before turning around and going upstairs.
I went up the stairs and just turned the corner of the first floor when I ran into August who was carrying a small package down the stairs. He was stunned for a moment, and then he complained: "Hey, Baolianka, where have you been? I haven't seen you all day."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed Yuri's arm, turned around and walked back, saying: "You're here at the right time. I have a set of rules for military exercises to give you. Come with me to get it."
"Military exercise?" Yuri asked in surprise.
"Yes, it was arranged by our new instructor." August grumbled, "He said he wanted to test our command level and see if we are qualified for our commander positions. Damn it, can we tell whether we are qualified just by an exercise?"
This was a test course arranged by Leonardo Petrovsky, Yuri thought to himself, which was not surprising.
