One Hundred and Thirty-Seven Evidence

"Give me a few days, Comrade Stalin, the great leader of the Soviet Union. [For more wonderful novels, please visit]" Yezhov lowered his head and said, "I'll go and prepare."

"This time we have to have solid evidence! I can't hold back the elders of Comrade Lenin's time! So we can no longer be as casual as Kirov! It must be proven with very solid evidence, Tukhachev. Sky is guilty! Do you understand?" Stalin narrowed his eyes and stared at Yezhov, the beard at the corner of his mouth fluttering upwards, looking like a tyrannical smell.

"This kind of thing is not easy to handle! Tukhachevsky is also a marshal after all. He has a deep background in the army and has a wide network of contacts. Not to mention his direct lineage is not small." Khrushchev added fuel to the side. Secretly stabbed Yezhov. If Yezhov retreated at this time and chose to give up, then Stalin would no longer compare Yezhov with his Khrushchev.

"That's true, Comrade Stalin. Tukhachevsky has made great contributions to the motherland, so rashly arresting him is a self-destruction!" Yezhov urged.

"It's a pity! Because Tukhachevsky worked with Kirov for a long time in Leningrad, it has been confirmed that Tukhachevsky is a loyal follower of Kirov! He is still working for Kirov now. What troubles us! So we have to kill him!" Stalin replied, frowning.

"Yes! Comrade Stalin! I will make arrangements!" Yezhov said bravely: "Please give me a few days."

"Very good! Comrade Yezhov. I'm waiting for your good news!" Stalin nodded in approval and said, "There are not many comrades like you who are willing to do things for the motherland. You have to work harder."

"Long live the great Soviet leader Comrade Stalin!" Yezhov stood at attention and saluted, then turned and walked out of Stalin's office. Khrushchev was left there, and Stalin did not know what to discuss.

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Poland, Warsaw, the headquarters of the Communist International, on the platform of the railway station. An old man took a tightly wrapped film: "It's hard work. I heard that we sacrificed a lot of comrades for this information?"

"Yes! Our underground intelligence system in Germany was almost completely 'exposed' because of this filing... Even if we took emergency measures, the intelligence network in Berlin has collapsed." The man who sent the information was very solemn said.

"There's a 'chaos' over there now, and they don't dare to communicate with each other anymore, because they don't know who has been arrested." Another official of the "Communist" International said with a frown.

"Is it worth it to lose dozens of comrades who have been lurking for many years for such a piece of information?" The old man obviously asked with some heartache.

"I heard that anyone who knows the content of this information thinks it's worth it! Along with this information, there are also technical drawings of the German 1,000-ton submarine. Compared with that blueprint, this information is more precious." The intelligence person said solemnly: "For this, even No. 3 is dead!"

"No. 3? God..." The old man shook his head regretfully: "I will send this information to Moscow in person. Since so many people have been lost, this information is really very important."

"Promise me, use your life to protect this information! It is related to the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Soviet Red Army!" The man who sent the information was very concerned about this information: "Maybe there will be more along the way. With the Germans blocking you, don't think you'll be safe when you arrive in Poland!"

"Don't worry!" the "Communist" International official who saw him off said comfortably, "We have arranged for many comrades to cover the way, and they are protected by five of the most powerful people in our station, so there shouldn't be any problems. ."

"If that's the case, then please!" The man who sent the information nodded: "I hope there will be no accidents."

"Okay. I swear with my life that I will send this information back to Moscow." The old man smiled and said, "I wish you a safe journey back."

"Thank you." The man didn't say much, turned around and left.

"Sir. Do you think the information they got is fake? After all, the content of this information is a bit too bizarre." The official of the "Communist" International looked at the man who had gone away, and asked the old man beside him in a low voice .

The old man smiled: "It doesn't matter whether this information is true or false, what matters is how the authorities in Moscow use it! As long as we stand firmly on the winning side, we can continue to fight for the world*. Understand? ?"

"What do you mean?" The official looked like he was asking for advice.

"No matter who wins, in the end it's the career victory, so there's no problem! The struggle for power is not terrible, and the competition under the system is necessary." After the old man finished speaking, he brought information and a few The tall man got on the train.

The Germans did not give up, but launched an attack when the train was about to leave Poland. They killed two agents of the Polish "Communist" International who were protecting intelligence, and also killed three SS troops on foreign missions. of the Gestapo. It is a pity that the Germans still failed this time, and they were not able to stop this information from going east. Because Germany does not yet have the ability to launch an espionage attack in the Soviet Union, once intelligence enters the Soviet Union, it can be said to be absolutely safe.

The intelligence went all the way north, all the way to Moscow. It was then sent to the desk of the head of the top Soviet intelligence agency. Soon, at just after one o'clock in the morning that night, the intelligence film was developed, copied into several copies, and sent to the High Command and Stalin's desk.

Of course, because the Soviet Union was quelling the rebellion, this intelligence was also given to Yezhov as evidence and material, which made Yezhov, who was waiting for the opportunity, heave a sigh of relief. He didn't go home at all these days, but tortured several officers in his office building, trying to get "criminal evidence" about Tukhachevsky. When the document arrived, he had not slept, which also allowed him to see the important information several hours before Stalin.

"Excellent! It's so good!" These words were Yezhov's original words after seeing the photocopied document. If Lenin was still alive and heard this cry, he would probably have slapped Yezhov directly in the face— —The commander of the Army Group and the Marshal of the Red Army were convicted and there were still people shouting that it was great... This is a kind of irony in itself, right?

Yezhov was overjoyed and rushed to Stalin's office, bringing this document and the evidence he had managed to interrogate from the mouths of some officers these days to Stalin. At this time, only 3 hours had passed since the documents were flushed out, and Stalin had not woken up yet, but Yezhov couldn't care less.

"Comrade Stalin! This time we have solid evidence that Tukhachevsky deserved what he deserved!" Yezhov said very proudly.

Stalin read those documents without saying a word with a solemn expression. These documents contain a lot of content: some secretly colluded with the Germans to overthrow Stalin; some cooperated with the Germans to train the army; and how to introduce German and Italian funds for development after the overthrow of Stalin.

Each document above has the autographs of the German generals and Tukhachevsky, and they are covered with the stamps of various German departments and the private seal of Tukhachevsky. There are even two crucial documents. On, the German head of state Arcardo signed his name.

What is even more chilling is that there are not only Tukhachevsky's documents on it, but also many Soviet celebrities: there are famous tank designers, aircraft designers, and political commissars of several fronts or group armies. Commander, there are Soviet politicians and some celebrities.

"Comrade Stalin? You won't be imminent, change your mind, right?" Yezhov asked in a low voice: "These people are all sinners who betrayed the motherland! Traitors who would rather kill by mistake than let go!"

Stalin raised his head, glanced at Yezhov, and sneered: "Do you think I'm an idiot? Or are you an idiot yourself?" This sentence stunned Yezhov, and he didn't know for a long time. How to answer.

"If I believe what is written in this information, I will send the entire Soviet industry to its grave, and I will turn against the old and new forces. There are so many people to kill that it can fill more than a dozen concentration camps!" Stalin put the information heavily. The document was slapped on the table: "What I want is to firmly control the Soviet Union! I don't want to destroy the Soviet Union!"

"Yes! Yes!" Yezhov lowered his head and wiped his sweat, looking very frightened: "So, the information is false? Comrade Stalin?"

"Of course the information is true!" Stalin narrowed his eyes and said fiercely: "At least a few people in this information are true, and we need to consider the authenticity of other documents. It is possible that the enemy deliberately Some false information was mixed in, but some of the information must be true."

Yezhov was not an idiot. He knew what Stalin meant when he heard it, and immediately said, "I see! Tukhachevsky's secret information about Germany is accurate, and everyone related to him should be put on trial. ! The authenticity of other information needs to be considered, and it needs to be carefully reviewed..."

"Go and do it according to this idea!" Stalin yawned and said lazily.

A few hours later, in Tukhachevsky's office, several Soviet officers took out their documents and an order issued by Stalin himself: "According to Comrade Stalin's order! We announce that you are under arrest! Tukhachevs Comrade Marshal Ki!"

Tukhachevsky was stunned for a moment, then wanted to grab the phone, but was pointed at by two pistols, the lieutenant colonel who had been ordered to salute here, waved his hand triumphantly: "Send our marshal to him. The place to go!"

Soon, Tukhachevsky, the Marshal of the Red Army, was put on a car and sent to a prison on the outskirts of the city where he was being held secretly. A generation of Soviet military gods, so confusedly reduced to a prisoner.

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