Cold winds blow across the cold Russian ice fields, which are still quite cold in February. ≥8≯1 ≤<<.≦8<1≦Z<<.

Flags with red axes and sickles fluttered in the cold wind, and a group of railway workers in fur hats and red noses stopped in front of the train with rifles in their hands.

Losing track tracks, the train gasped for breath as if a huge dead snake was stuck on the track. The open windows revealed the heads of well-dressed and terrified men.

There is no doubt that this is the end of most of their lives.

The cruel virtues of the Cheka staff who commanded the Red Guards, the men who stuck their heads out of the train windows, knew perfectly well that when the railroad tracks were cut off, the rebellion should have spread here, and their fate was already sealed!

Fortunately, these high-ranking officers and officials were able to maintain a little dignity at this juncture. It is believed that the staff who deal with their Cheka will not use the same means as against ordinary people.

"At least, we can die a dignified death!"

This is the idea of all the high-ranking government officials on this train, with Kolchak as the leader. Like them, Kolchak, who was at the end of his rope, thought so. At this moment, he was confronted by the political commissar of the Irkutsk political center.

"Can I go in?"

The captain of the guard guarding the train looked at the guard outside Kolchak's box, and the guard looked at the officer with the red star on his hat behind him and shook his head silently. Faced with Kolchak's personal guard, the captain of the guard hesitated. He knew that the two tall Siberians at the gate had once been sailors on battleships commanded by Kolchak. At all times, they were loyal only to the Kolchaks.

The silent captain of the guard moved his lips, but did not speak. Judging by the way their lips were tightly pursed, and judging by the look of death in their eyes, he knew that the two guards would not let anyone go without Kolchak's order.

The eagle-like eyes of the political commissar of the Irkutsk political center stared fiercely at the two guards. His eyes flashed a few times, but he didn't make any action. Presumably, it occurred to him that his task was nothing more than to arrest Kolchak, and not to fight on the spot.

In addition, although Kolchak was his enemy, he also understood that such a character would not escape the final outcome with the life of a defender.

In the box, Kolchak is working with his lover, Anna. Dimileva said her final goodbyes.

"Farewell, dear!"

"No, Alexander asked me to be with you, have you forgotten? The vows we have spoken, whenever, wherever, and under all circumstances......"

Kolchak kissed his lover's eyes, kissed her lips, kissed all the beautiful places he could not forget.

"No dear, anyway...... You know, they ...... They won't let me go, and if you're with me, there's a good chance you'll lose your life too. Think about what happened to Your Majesty and the Empress, my dearest person, cherish yourself, please take good care of you for me! ”

"No, don't leave me...... No......! ”

Anna. Dimireva cried and cried in despair. However, no matter how much you shout or cry, there is no way to recall Kolchak's choice to sacrifice his life for the sake of his lovely motherland.

"...... Uproar"

The door of the box was pulled in, revealing the figure of Xiang Erchak in a general's uniform.

"Salute!"

One of the two guards stood up and immediately shouted the order. Even the captain of the guard, all the soldiers, and even the political commissar of the political center of Irkutsk, who had served in the tsarist army, involuntarily gave the same military salute.

Cannibalism of the same species and race is always the most brutal battle.

"General, I arrest you on the orders of the court, please surrender your weapons!"

Although the political commissar from the political center of Irkutsk maintained the most basic military etiquette, he could not help but feel a certain joy in his heart when he spoke.

Arrested Kolchak, the head of the White Army, who was widely recognized by Western countries as the "supreme ruler of Russia". What a glorious job for a political commissar.

Kolchak glanced at the former officer in the tsarist army, and he felt some pity in his heart. It was not the first time that he had been arrested by the Bolsheviks, for there were sailors from the Bolshevik Party who asked him for a general's sword during the uprising.

At that time, his action was simple, let go of the sword that had accompanied him through the First World War and fell into the sea. One thing he regretted in his heart was that this was not the sea he was familiar with, and that he could not hand over his beloved sword to the most holy sea.

Kolchak sighed silently, then he unsheathed his saber and reached out to stroke it over the sleek sword. After a deep sigh, he silently handed his saber to the political commissar of the Irkutsk political center.

"General, come with us!"

The political commissar saluted again, then waved his hand. Behind him, two Red Guards, whose faces flushed with a certain kind of excitement, removed their rifles from their shoulders and escorted Kolchak to the car.

"Wait, I beg you, take me too, take me with you!"

Anna. With an incomplete fur on her shoulders, Dimireva pleaded with the political commissar.

"No, ma'am, we have no warrant for your arrest!"

"Well, then, arrest me in the name of Admiral Kolchak's wife, I think this reason is enough!"

The political commissar looked at this beautiful woman with a strange gaze, he didn't understand if this woman was crazy? What made her betray her husband and willingly follow a man who was most likely shot by the Soviet regime. If she is his wife, then her fate is an unpredictable and dangerous prospect in the future.

"Take me away, take me with him, take me away as his wife!"

"No Anna, Anna, how can you ......"

Anna. Dimireva stubbornly took Kolchak's hand and clasped it tightly.

"No matter what, we swore that no matter what, don't leave me behind!"

Kolchak was stunned, and he stretched out his arm and hugged Anna tightly. Dimireva's waist.

"Well, my dearest, whatever the future holds, let's face it together!"

The political commissar shrugged.

"Well, you, as the wife of Admiral Kolchak, should also be arrested!"

Hearing this, Anna. Dimireva smiled softly at him, and the smile was like a bright spring.

"Thank you!"

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When Kolchak stepped off the train, his guards stood in two columns. These military men in fur hats, see Anna. When Dimireva appeared, some people's eyes drooped downward, and no one knew what they were thinking, probably nothing in their brains.

At the same time, the fighting in the area near Irkutsk is not completely over. The army led by Kolchak's subordinate, General Capper, was advancing in this direction. They were given the order to put down the rebellion in and around the city of Irkutsk.

Although they did not know what happened to Kolchak, if they were quick enough, they might be able to rescue the "Supreme Archon of Russia" in time.

"You let me go and let me go by myself!"

Kolchak, who was walking forward, did not turn around when he heard the familiar roar, but stopped and waited for a while.

The voice came from the prime minister of his government, Pepelyaev, who was a balding man with glasses and a beard that Russians loved. At this point, Kolchak, unlike most Russians, maintained a fresh countenance at all times.

If history is not wrong, this bespectacled bald man will be shot with him in January and sink into the frozen river. However, now that history has gone wrong, what will happen to him in the future?

The direction of this change was not controlled by Kolchak, who had already been imprisoned by his prime minister, nor by Lenin, the so-called "great statesman" who was playing a political conspiracy, and who spoke like a fart. As for the latter definition, Lenin promised to return all the territories invaded by Tsarist Russia against China.

Of course, it wasn't in the current plane, and now they don't need to return it, so naturally someone will ask for it. Not only will it be demanded by force, but I am afraid that it will only stop after calculating the interest.

I've been telling this story for so long, and I want to tell you a truth.

"Don't rely on other people's handouts, it's like pie in the sky, that is, it can't fall and it can't hit anyone's head! Only, only the powerful people in this world can enjoy a safe and prosperous life! ”