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Alexander Mikhailovsky, Alexander Kharnikov
Invincible and legendary
Prologue
The socialist revolution has happened. Everything happened quietly and casually. People came to power who did not like to joke at all.
And it all started with the fact that, unknown to how, a squadron of Russian warships from the 21st century was abandoned in the autumn Baltic of 1917. And she ended up off the coast of the island of Ezel, not far from the German squadron, which was preparing to rush to Moonsund. Admiral Larionov did not hesitate for a minute - the Kaiser's ships were sunk by air strike, and the landing corps was almost completely destroyed.
Well, then people from the future established contact with the Bolsheviks: Stalin, Lenin, Dzerzhinsky and representatives of Russian military intelligence, Generals Potapov and Bonch-Bruevich.
The result of such cooperation was the resignation of the Kerensky government and the peaceful transfer of power to the Bolsheviks. But, as it turned out, gaining power is not so bad. It was much more difficult to hold her. Former party comrades suddenly became bitter enemies. True, the Bolsheviks and their new allies did not suffer from excessive humanism. Under the fire of machine guns and sabers of the Cossacks who sided with Stalin and the aliens, the people of Trotsky and Sverdlov, who dreamed of starting a “world fire in blood,” died.
In Riga, after the 8th German Army was defeated with the help of aliens from the future, peace was concluded with the Kaiser's Germany. But, having ended the imperialist war, the time has come to restore order within the country. In Kyiv, Red Guard troops dispersed the Central Rada. The Czechoslovak Corps has been disarmed and no longer even thinks of raising a rebellion against the power of the Soviets.
The British, enemies of the new Russia, sent a squadron led by the battleship Dreadnought to Murmansk. But it was defeated, and the troops that Lloyd George's government intended to land in the Soviet North were captured.
The Red Guard brigade under the command of Colonel Berezhny captured Odessa. The Bolsheviks came to power in the country in earnest and for a long time...
Part one
Thunderous December
USA, Washington,
White House Oval Office
Present:
US President Woodrow Wilson, Vice President Thomas Marshall, Secretary of State Robert Lansing, Secretary of War Newton Baker, US Navy Commander Admiral William Banson
Washington was plunged into mourning, state flags were flown at half-staff and decorated with black ribbons, newspapers came out with funeral headlines, and the mood in the city of politicians and officials was such that they would go to their graves right now. Yesterday at 15:33, the transatlantic liner Mauritania, which was approaching Liverpool, was actually within sight of the Scottish coast.
The German submarine showed incredible audacity and impudence. She attacked the liner, despite the fact that it was guarded by British anti-submarine sloops and the American cruiser Albany. After being hit by two torpedoes and the subsequent explosion of the boilers, the Mauritania lay on the port side and sank. Of the personnel of the two infantry regiments it transported - and this is almost two hundred and four officers and five thousand nine hundred lower ranks, as well as of the eight hundred people of the liner's crew, the crews of the sloops managed to raise no more than two hundred numb half-corpses from the icy December water. British sailors not only failed to sink the daring underwater pirate, but they even failed to detect the presence of an enemy submarine.
There was also a gloomy mood in the White House. The attempt of the Washington establishment, discarding the Monroe Doctrine and without incurring significant expenses, failed in time to share the fatty European pie.
“Gentlemen,” President Wilson said mournfully, when all those present were seated around the famous round table, “we have gathered here with you on a sad occasion. The Almighty sends us more and more tests. Let us pray for the souls of our departed compatriots.
When the prayer ended and everyone sat down at the table, Woodrow Wilson began the meeting.
“I give the floor to Admiral Benson,” said the President. - We would like to listen to his explanations - how did we lose another infantry brigade during transportation to Europe, and the British lost their last large transatlantic liner? However, it seems to me that this is a purely academic question, since Congress has just, by decision of both houses, indefinitely vetoed all military transport across the Atlantic. This is for everyone's attention. We and our allies have completely screwed ourselves. Well, now we are listening to you carefully, Admiral...
Admiral Benson sighed heavily.
“Gentlemen, it seemed to us that we had taken all the necessary measures to protect our soldiers transported across the ocean from enemy submarines. "Mauritania" during its journey across the Atlantic was accompanied by our cruiser "Albany", because of which the speed on the route had to be reduced from the standard twenty-six to eighteen to twenty knots. The number of lookouts was doubled, and at night the ships sailed without lights. Upon entering the range of German submarines, the liner was taken under guard by British anti-submarine defense sloops, after which the speed of the caravan dropped to sixteen knots.
The attack by a German submarine occurred already in the afternoon on the approach to Liverpool. One of the surviving signalmen from the Mauritania, seaman Ted Berson, testified that the tracks of two torpedoes were seen on the stern heading angles. This direction for an underwater attack is considered low-risk, especially since both torpedoes went past the liner. Therefore, the captain of the Mauritania did not undertake any evasive maneuvers.
The admiral looked around at those present and after a short pause said:
“Gentlemen, what I will tell you next may seem incredible, but Ted Berson’s testimony, which, by the way, he gave under oath, is confirmed by signalmen from the British sloops, who also observed the torpedo attack. The torpedoes entered the wake of the Mauritania and changed their course, catching up with the liner. The unfortunate sailor said that they “chased after us like two hungry sharks, wagging in a sinusoid, now entering the wake, now leaving it.
– Can torpedoes chase ships? – the Minister of War asked in surprise. He wanted to add something else, but then he waved his hand and said: “Sorry, gentlemen, nerves.” Once they chased, and everyone confirmed it, it means they can. Carry on, Admiral. What else do you have that’s just as... scary?
“A lot of things,” Admiral Benson nodded. “In addition to the fact that these torpedoes chased the Mauritania, it is also surprising that neither the signalmen from the Mauritania, nor the sailors from our cruiser and British sloops could notice any signs of the presence of a submarine in the area. I repeat - none. No raised periscope, no noise of working mechanisms, nothing. Attempts to locate and attack the submarine were unsuccessful, and this war crime went unpunished.
– Do you think that the Germans have a new type of submarine? – the President asked alarmedly. “In this case, it could turn into a complete disaster for us.”
“Perhaps, sir,” Admiral Benson nodded, “according to our British colleagues, about a month and a half ago, a submarine of an unknown type, in complete secrecy, passed through the Kiel Canal from the Baltic Sea to the North Sea.” Its wiring was carried out at night, with a minimum of maintenance personnel and increased security measures. At the same time, the wheelhouse and the upper part of the hull were carefully covered with a tarpaulin.
Admiral Benson sighed heavily.
– In addition, British intelligence learned that at about the same time, from the German submarine U-35, which is based in the Austrian port of Cattaro on the Adriatic Sea, its commander, the famous submarine ace Lieutenant Commander, was recalled immediately after returning from the campaign Lothar von Arnaud de la Perrière. As it was established, travel documents were issued to him to the naval base on the island of Heligoland.
The third piece of the puzzle, which ended up in the same place and at the same time, was Grand Admiral Tirpitz, who visited the island around the same time when an unknown submarine and a famous German submariner were supposed to arrive there. Draw your own conclusions, gentlemen...
“You may be right, Benson,” said Vice President Thomas Marshall thoughtfully, “a unique commander for a unique ship, and parting words from a beloved admiral on the pier.” If in the near future it is announced that Lieutenant-Commander von Arnaud de la Perriere has been awarded the Knight's Cross, or whatever the Huns are supposed to give for such acts, then we will know exactly who killed our guys. In the meantime, gentlemen, we need to decide: what conclusions we will draw from everything that happened and what we will do next.
“Thomas,” President Wilson sighed, “I told you that Congress has already decided everything for us.” No more American troops to Europe, no more sunk ships, no more wasted losses. The transfer of troops and our participation in hostilities in the Old World are suspended until the situation is clarified and an effective way to combat new German submarines and their secret torpedoes is found.
If anyone can create such a monstrous weapon in our time, it is the Germans, who blindly believe in the omnipotence of technology and at the same time are deprived of even the rudiments of conscience and mercy.
I would like to instruct Secretary of State Robert Lansing to convey this information in the most polite manner possible to his British colleague from the Foreign Office. Let them know that we are also recalling our battleship brigade back to the States.
After peace is concluded in the East, German industry should stop experiencing problems with raw materials. I'm afraid that soon the seas will be filled with dozens of invisible and elusive killer submarines. In the future, all transportation of military cargo to the UK will be carried out on British merchant ships, escorted by British warships. We wash our hands of it, gentlemen, and expect to return to this matter when the situation in Europe becomes more favorable for us.
“But, Mr. President,” Secretary of War Baker asked in bewilderment, “what should we do with the army that we were going to send across the ocean?” The units have mostly completed training and are ready to ship.
“Mr. Baker,” President Wilson said irritably, “do you want these guys to go to Europe or straight to the bottom of the sea?” If you think that they are needed and it’s not for nothing that they eat their bread, then look for a use for them somewhere closer, without violating the Monroe Doctrine. Think what we can grab from Mexico? It’s not calm there now, and on the quiet we can chop off everything we need. Come on, figure out where and what, make a plan and submit it to me for consideration.
That's it, gentlemen, the meeting is over. Goodbye.
Odessa, railway station
Icy December winds blew over beautiful Odessa. The city was cut in half by freezing rain and snow. But, despite this disgusting weather, for the first time in several months, Odessa residents felt comfortable. The arrival of the Red Guard brigade put an end to anarchy. The Cadets, Haidamaks, left and right revolutionaries, as well as simply bandits, finally calmed down and stopped dividing the power and property of the townspeople in the city. Having established order with a firm hand, the Red Guards who arrived from St. Petersburg established their power in Odessa-mama, albeit tough and not inclined to liberalism, but so dear to the heart of the average person. And the Yaponchik bandits, independentists and so-called r-r-revolutionaries, who were creating chaos in the city, were partially destroyed, while the survivors hid in the cracks and did not stick their noses out.
The new authorities, without delaying matters, organized the Office of the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs, the head of which was appointed the famous Russian detective Arkady Frantsevich Koshko, who by the will of fate ended up in Odessa. In fact, the old regime city police department started working again, with all the sad consequences for the Odessa criminal fraternity. Foot and mobile combined patrols of brigade fighters, local work detachments and cadets mercilessly shot looters and robbers at the scene of the crime, sending all other suspicious people to Kondratenko Street, where the city police department had been located since the times “before the Tsar”. In the department of Mr. (or comrade?) Koshko, who received the rank of Commissioner of Internal Affairs of the first rank, they talked with the detainees more thoroughly and substantively.
In fact, combining the seemingly incompatible red and white turned out to be quite simple. As soon as the thesis about the dismemberment of the former Russian Empire into many small republics was removed from the Bolshevik ideology and the Stalinist line of a “single and indivisible”, albeit Soviet Russia, prevailed, then almost immediately the majority of the officer corps of the Russian Army took a position loyal to the new government. After the conclusion of the honorable Peace of Riga, this loyalty strengthened.
The appeal of ex-Emperor Nicholas II to all his supporters with an appeal to support Stalin’s government also played a role. As we moved through Belarus and Ukraine, it was not even clear who was more attached to Colonel Berezhny’s formation - either the working detachments of the Red Guard, or single officers and splinters of the Russian Army that retained discipline and controllability. Most of all it resembled a snowball rolling down a mountain. Very small additions in Pskov, Mogilev and Gomel, significant in Chernigov, large in Kyiv and simply huge in Odessa. Among those who joined Berezhny’s brigade was the combined Czechoslovak battalion of the Red Guard, commanded by Lieutenant Ludwig Svoboda, a holder of two St. George’s Crosses.
This shapeless and almost uncontrollable mass forced Frunze and Berezhny to stay in Odessa in order to deal with organizational issues. From Petrograd they received an order from the Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars to reorganize the mechanized brigade into the Red Guard Corps. It was to consist of one mechanized, one rifle and one cavalry brigade, a detachment of armored trains and several separate battalions.
And now most of the units of the formed corps are lined up in orderly rows on the station square, not far from Kulikovo Field. The armored train stood solemnly and menacingly on the access tracks. The red banners in front of the formation of units, as well as the flag above the station building, either hung helplessly with wet rags, or began to flapping furiously under the rushing gusts of hurricane winds. Powerful speakers installed on the roof of the propaganda car of the headquarters train carried the words of the song “The Red Army is Stronger than All,” as interpreted by the Lyube group:
Red Guard, valiant fleet,
Invincible, like our people.
The Red Army is the strongest.Let there be Red
Invincible!
On guard of the Motherland!
And we all have to
Unstoppable
Go to a fair fight!Red Guard, march, march forward!
The Motherland is calling us into battle.
After all, from the taiga to the British seas
The Red Army is the strongest.Let there be Red
Invincible!
On guard of the Motherland!
And we all have to
Unstoppable
Go to a fair fight!We will build peace on this land,
With faith and truth at the forefront.
After all, from the taiga to the British seas
The Red Army is the strongest.Let there be Red
Invincible!
On guard of the Motherland!
And we all have to
Unstoppable
Go to a fair fight!
After the last chords of the song died down, People's Commissar for Military and Naval Affairs Mikhail Frunze spoke to the soldiers and officers. Briefly congratulating everyone on joining the ranks of the Red Guard, he read out the text of the new Soviet oath.
I, a citizen of Soviet Russia, take the oath and solemnly swear to be an honest, brave, disciplined, vigilant warrior, to strictly keep military and state secrets, to unquestioningly carry out all military regulations and orders of my commanders.
I swear to conscientiously study military affairs, to protect military and national property in every possible way, and to be devoted to my people and my homeland Russia until my last breath.
I swear at any moment to come out in defense of my homeland - Soviet Russia and I swear to defend it courageously, skillfully, with dignity and honor, not sparing my blood and life itself in order to achieve complete victory over my enemies.
If I violate this solemn oath of mine, then may I suffer the severe punishment of Soviet law, the universal hatred and contempt of my comrades.
Thousands of throats shouted three times:
- I swear! I swear! I swear!
After which the ceremonial part was over, and people were quickly brought inside the station from the icy wind and drizzling rain, for heating, distribution of a hot lunch and reception of the traditional wine portion in the Russian army.
The commanding staff of the newly formed Red Guard corps, wrapped in greatcoats and peacoats in the icy wind, went into the salon carriage of the headquarters train for a detailed conversation.
“Yes, Mikhail Vasilyevich,” Colonel Berezhnoy quietly said to Frunze walking next to him, “we couldn’t wait until February twenty-third, it turns out that we created the Red Army two and a half months earlier.” Well, nothing, as people say: whatever is done, everything is for the better.
“It turns out this way, Vyacheslav Nikolaevich,” Frunze agreed with a slight smile, privy to the main points of another version of the story, “now the tenth of December will be our holiday army day.”
- Mr. Frunze, what about your promise to preserve the Russian army? – asked the slightly annoyed Lieutenant General Denikin.
“Anton Ivanovich,” Colonel Berezhnoy answered Denikin, “you can see for yourself what’s going on around you.” There’s nothing to take on. The old army is unraveling under our hands like a rotten footcloth. All around there is chaos, chaos, deserters, soldiers' committees, as well as rear-line trash that you want to hang on lampposts, even bypassing the court-martial procedure. And we have order and discipline. After all, we only take volunteers into the Red Guard, who, by the way, join us en masse, which promises our new army a fairly decent level of combat effectiveness in the future...
“I would also like to note,” Frunze added softly, “that any unit that has retained its organization and has not lost its banner will be included in the new army without changing its name and retaining its personnel.” It would be a crime to disband regiments that have glorified themselves in battles against the enemy. But, unfortunately, such combat-ready units are now an absolute minority in the Russian army. The formation of a new army is the only way out of the criminal mess that, even with the best intentions, was created by the gentlemen from the Provisional Government.
“I can’t help but agree with you,” General Denikin said gloomily, “their orders and instructions cannot be called anything other than a criminal mess.”
Colonel Berezhnoy saw that at the door of the staff car, next to General Markov and Lieutenant Colonel Ilyin, who remained “on the farm” and therefore were not in formation, standing another tall, thin officer with glasses, with a nervous type of face.
“Shhh, gentlemen and comrades,” he said, “something will happen now.” And note, Anton Ivanovich, this is exactly the topic of our previous conversation. And I kept wondering where this man would go - by the way, Anton Ivanovich, a good friend of yours from the battles in the Carpathians - to us or to the Don, to Kaledin? In fact, I would like for everyone to come to us. He is a difficult opponent, and we have nothing to share with him.
“Gentlemen and, hmm, comrades,” General Markov resolved the intrigue, while the stranger’s face twitched noticeably at the word “comrades,” “let me introduce you to Colonel of the General Staff Mikhail Gordeevich Drozdovsky.” He made his way to us from Yassy with a combined detachment of a thousand bayonets, two hundred sabers, eight guns and two armored cars. They left, one might say, in a fight; the Romanians did not want to let his detachment go, they demanded that he lay down his arms. But God had mercy, everything worked out.
– Mikhail Gordeevich again pointed his guns at the royal palace in Iasi and threatened to smash the residence of the Romanian monarch to smithereens and in half? – Colonel Berezhnoy asked, unable to resist.
“Colonel of the Main Intelligence Directorate of the General Staff of Berezhnaya, Vyacheslav Nikolaevich,” General Markov said quickly, introducing his interlocutors to each other, “the hero of the Battle of Riga, the winner of the Hindenburg with Ludendorff and generally a legendary personality.” Establishing strict order in Petrograd and rescuing the sovereign and his family from exile is also him. Until recently, he commanded a mechanized brigade. Now, most likely, he will command the corps. In general, I ask you to love and favor me.
- Yes? - said Drozdovsky, amazed at such an unexpected attack. - That's how it was. But why again?
“Because people don’t change,” Colonel Berezhnoy answered the last question and looked at General Markov. – Sergei Leonidovich, didn’t you really tell your colleague about the true background of the latest events?
“I didn’t have time, Vyacheslav Nikolaevich,” General Markov sighed, “and besides, I didn’t have the appropriate permission to do this.”
“Now you can tell me,” Colonel Berezhnoy nodded, “dealing with such people must be done openly and honestly.” Tell Mikhail Gordeevich who we are, what and for what we are doing everything that he is a witness to. In the end, we are talking about saving Russia.
“Of course,” nodded General Markov, “but first, with the permission of Mikhail Vasilyevich, I must introduce Colonel Drozdovsky to those present with whom he is not yet acquainted.”
“Imagine, Comrade Markov,” said Frunze, and Drozdovsky again involuntarily shuddered at the word “comrades.” It seems that the People's Commissar was slightly amused by this involuntary sitcom.
“People’s Commissar for Military and Naval Affairs,” said Markov with a slight grin, “as well as commander-in-chief and member of the Central Committee of the Bolshevik Party Mikhail Vasilyevich Frunze.” Lieutenant General Romanov Mikhail Alexandrovich, former Grand Duke, head of the cavalry-mechanized group for special purposes, General Staff, Lieutenant General Denikin Anton Ivanovich, commander of the newly formed rifle brigade, Lieutenant General of the Cavalry Baron Gustav Karlovich Mannerheim, commander of the newly formed cavalry brigade, as I understand it , you don't need any introduction. You are already familiar with them from joint battles.
“And of the General Staff, Lieutenant General Markov Sergei Leonidovich, the head of intelligence of the Corps,” Frunze unexpectedly ended the presentation, looking directly at Drozdovsky, “I believe he is also already well known to you.”
“Of course, Mikhail Vasilyevich,” answered Lieutenant General Markov, “that’s how it is.”
“So,” said Frunze, “since the colonel came to us directly from the scene, I propose to invite him to our staff meeting.” As they say, from the ship to the ball. It’s time to finish with Romania, comrades, and move on. We still have a lot to do.
Yes, in the south of Russia everything was just beginning. There were reports from the Romanian Front that after the capture of Odessa by the Red Guard, the Romanian Royal Army, on the orders of representatives of the Entente, began to disarm and intern parts of the Russian Army. Individual units that still retained combat capability, like the detachment of Colonel Drozdovsky, made their way to the Russian border by force of arms. And in Iasi, the Romanian generals, beaten by the Austrians and Magyars, were already discussing Napoleonic plans and dreaming of Greater Romania to the Dniester, Dnieper or even to the Volga. The coming eighteenth year was to decide everything.
Odessa, railway station,
headquarters train of the Red Guard Corps,
coupe of General A. I. Denikin
“Mikhail Gordeevich,” General Markov said with a smile, closing the compartment door, “I told you that you ended up, like plucked chickens, in the lair of the most notorious Bolsheviks.” With which we congratulate you.
Colonel Drozdovsky, limping slightly on his left leg, reached the sofa and sat down wearily on it.
“Gentlemen,” he said in confusion, “take the trouble to explain to me what this means?” I can not understand anything!
“Sergei Leonidovich,” said Grand Duke Mikhail Alexandrovich, barely holding back a smile, “please pour the colonel a glass of cognac.”
“Yes, yes,” Lieutenant General Denikin nodded, “this won’t hurt Mr. Colonel at all.” Sergei Leonidovich, rummage around in my cellar.
Drozdovsky shook his head negatively, but General Markov, who handed him a pot-bellied glass with an amber liquid splashing at its bottom, said encouragingly:
“Drink, Mikhail Gordeevich, not for the sake of drunkenness, but only for a better assimilation of everything you saw and heard here.” By the way, gentlemen, who will try to explain to our guest everything that is happening?
“It seems to me,” said General Denikin, “that Mikhail Alexandrovich, as the senior in rank and more knowledgeable, will do this best.”
“Indeed,” Markov nodded and looked at the ex-emperor’s brother, “His Highness, as our new acquaintances usually say, is the most “advanced” in all their miracles. Only I, Mikhail Alexandrovich, have forgotten - when did Colonel Berezhnoy first come to see you in Gatchina?
“On the twenty-ninth of September, according to the old style,” Mikhail Romanov said dryly, “I was honored to be the second after Mr. Stalin from among those who received such an honor.” You, Mr. Colonel, were not in Petrograd then... You cannot even imagine what was going on in the city then. Horror multiplied by nightmare...
Mikhail Romanov thought for a moment, and then said:
– But let me tell you everything in order, so that Mikhail Gordeevich can understand everything. Everything was as follows...
At the end of September, the German General Staff planned an operation to capture the Moonsund Islands in order to bypass our defensive position near Riga and break through the German fleet into the Gulf of Finland. For this purpose, two detachments of battleships, a division of the latest light cruisers and an airborne corps numbering twenty-six thousand bayonets were allocated. On the very eve of the operation, in some way inexplicable to modern science, a squadron of the Russian fleet appeared in the Baltic Sea, exactly in the middle between Moonsund and Stockholm. And she arrived from the future - their distant 2012. The result of this transfer is known to everyone - near the island of Ezel, Germany suffered one of the most severe defeats in this war...
Mikhail Romanov looked carefully at Colonel Drozdovsky and said:
– Mikhail Gordeevich, I could tell you in detail about how day after day, with the help of a squadron of aliens, our entire history changed. But this will take too much time. I can only say one thing...
Mikhail fell silent, and then continued:
– I have rarely met more fierce patriots of Russia than Colonel Berezhnoy, Admiral Larionov and their subordinates. For all that, they are all the same ardent supporters of Mr. Stalin. In fact, they became something like his praetorian guard. It was they who turned the wine pogroms in St. Petersburg into a night of long knives, completely cutting out the Trotsky-Sverdlov group opposing Stalin. One night, gentlemen, and Russia will again be united and indivisible.
“Thank you, your imperial highness, you reassured me,” Drozdovsky said wearily. - I just would like to know - what will happen next?
“Mikhail Gordeevich,” answered the former Grand Duke, “remember, there is no highness here.” There is only Lieutenant General Mikhail Romanov, commander of the cavalry-mechanized group of the Red Guard. The fighters love me, my colleagues respect me, why do I need anything more, especially now.
Personally, like my brother, I have already made my choice. He and I will do everything to avoid the outbreak of a fratricidal civil war in Russia, and we will help Mr. Stalin and his team in every possible way. If for this Russia must become a Bolshevik Soviet republic, then let it become one. We have all eaten our fill of the Provisional Government with all its “freedoms.” We have seen enough of the anarchy called democracy. Excuse me - for me, the Bolshevik dictatorship is better than permissiveness and lawlessness. As for the monarchy... It is dead, and its restoration is now impossible. Mikhail sighed.
– Mikhail Gordeevich, I personally understand and sympathize with your monarchist beliefs. But now people like you are in the absolute minority. My brother and his wife made too many mistakes during their reign, too much dirt was poured on them by the Guchkovs, Miliukovs and other Duma verbiage. The decomposition of our village has gone too deep, significantly aggravated by the activities of Mr. Stolypin. So, Mr. Colonel, as an experienced person, I can tell you that for the next thirty or forty years the only emperor we have is Mr., or Comrade Stalin-Dzhugashvili. There are simply no other options now that can make our poor Russia a great and prosperous power.
The business you conceived in Iasi is simply not feasible, because it is impossible to do something that is unacceptable to the majority of the people. Messrs. Krasnov and Kaledin are trying to portray something on the Don. But when we finish with the Romanians, we will come there too...
- I do not believe! – Drozdovsky exclaimed excitedly. “I don’t believe that a former rebel, a convict, can make our Fatherland great and powerful!” Gentlemen, this simply cannot be! Red Emperor?! Do you believe this yourself?!
“Sergei Leonidovich,” Denikin said softly, “you, who are the best versed in the technology of our descendants, please show Colonel Drozdovsky... Well, let’s say, the Victory Parade after the surrender of Germany in the war, which Russia will win under the leadership of Comrade Stalin.” It will also be called the Great Patriotic War. Let him see what the Red Empire will look like at the zenith of its glory.
“Yes, Sergei Leonidovich,” Mikhail Romanov supported Denikin, “show me.” When I see this Parade, I get goosebumps. A triumph comparable only to 1812, when Russian regiments fought their way from the walls of burned Moscow to the Parisian boulevards.
While General Markov was taking out the laptop issued to generals for work from a steel safe screwed to the wall of the staff car, General Denikin was talking in a low voice with Colonel Drozdovsky.
Alexander Mikhailovsky, Alexander Kharnikov
The socialist revolution has happened. Everything happened quietly and casually. People came to power who did not like to joke at all.
And it all started with the fact that, unknown to how, a squadron of Russian warships from the 21st century was abandoned in the autumn Baltic of 1917. And she ended up off the coast of the island of Ezel, not far from the German squadron, which was preparing to rush to Moonsund. Admiral Larionov did not hesitate for a minute - the Kaiser's ships were sunk by air strike, and the landing corps was almost completely destroyed.
Well, then people from the future established contact with the Bolsheviks: Stalin, Lenin, Dzerzhinsky and representatives of Russian military intelligence, Generals Potapov and Bonch-Bruevich.
The result of such cooperation was the resignation of the Kerensky government and the peaceful transfer of power to the Bolsheviks. But, as it turned out, gaining power is not so bad. It was much more difficult to hold her. Former party comrades suddenly became bitter enemies. True, the Bolsheviks and their new allies did not suffer from excessive humanism. Under the fire of machine guns and sabers of the Cossacks who sided with Stalin and the aliens, the people of Trotsky and Sverdlov, who dreamed of starting a “world fire in blood,” died.
In Riga, after the 8th German Army was defeated with the help of aliens from the future, peace was concluded with the Kaiser's Germany. But, having ended the imperialist war, the time has come to restore order within the country. In Kyiv, Red Guard troops dispersed the Central Rada. The Czechoslovak Corps has been disarmed and no longer even thinks of raising a rebellion against the power of the Soviets.
The British, enemies of the new Russia, sent a squadron led by the battleship Dreadnought to Murmansk. But it was defeated, and the troops that Lloyd George's government intended to land in the Soviet North were captured.
The Red Guard brigade under the command of Colonel Berezhny captured Odessa. The Bolsheviks came to power in the country in earnest and for a long time...
Part one
Thunderous December
USA, Washington,
White House Oval Office
Present:
US President Woodrow Wilson, Vice President Thomas Marshall, Secretary of State Robert Lansing, Secretary of War Newton Baker, US Navy Commander Admiral William Banson
Washington was plunged into mourning, state flags were flown at half-staff and decorated with black ribbons, newspapers came out with funeral headlines, and the mood in the city of politicians and officials was such that they would go to their graves right now. Yesterday at 15:33, the transatlantic liner Mauritania, which was approaching Liverpool, was actually within sight of the Scottish coast.
The German submarine showed incredible audacity and impudence. She attacked the liner, despite the fact that it was guarded by British anti-submarine sloops and the American cruiser Albany. After being hit by two torpedoes and the subsequent explosion of the boilers, the Mauritania lay on the port side and sank. Of the personnel of the two infantry regiments it transported - and this is almost two hundred and four officers and five thousand nine hundred lower ranks, as well as of the eight hundred people of the liner's crew, the crews of the sloops managed to raise no more than two hundred numb half-corpses from the icy December water. British sailors not only failed to sink the daring underwater pirate, but they even failed to detect the presence of an enemy submarine.
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Title: Invincible and legendary
Author: Alexander Mikhailovsky, Alexander Kharnikov
Year: 2016
Genre: Historical fiction, Popadantsy
About the book “Invincible and Legendary” Alexander Mikhailovsky, Alexander Kharnikov
Alexander Mikhailovsky and Alexander Kharnikov are modern science fiction writers. Their book, entitled “Invincible and Legendary,” which combines the genres of alternative history with military fiction, is the fourth part of the author’s sub-cycle of works “Once Upon a Time in October,” which is part of the cycle “Russian Cross - Angels in Uniform.” Before us is a truly amazing fantasy story intended for a wide range of readers. It not only offers an alternative version of the development of historical events, but describes in an excellent narrative manner the incredible adventures of the heroes, as well as their inexhaustible courage, valor and bravery that they must demonstrate in order to achieve their goal. Thus, reading this work will be interesting not only for fans of military history and science fiction, but also for all connoisseurs of good, action-packed prose.
In their book “Invincible and Legendary,” Alexander Mikhailovsky and Alexander Kharnikov depict a Russian squadron that set off for Syrian lands in 2012 and suddenly moved to October 1917. The main characters did not doubt for a second. Having defeated the German squadron, they arrived in Petrograd and assisted the Bolsheviks in seizing power. Meanwhile, as we know, getting to power is not everything. It is necessary to be able to retain it and skillfully use it in order to restore order in the state. And this is much more difficult than defeating an external enemy. An English squadron is stationed in the northern territories, intending to land landing troops in Murman. The disarmament of the Czechoslovak unit had already occurred, and the Red Guards went towards Romania and Crimea. As a result of all this, Soviet Russia is turning into the center of world politics.
Alexander Mikhailovsky and Alexander Kharnikov in the novel “Invincible and Legendary” present to our attention an incredibly exciting narrative, full of dynamic plot intricacies, built on a fantastic basis. Historical events, political intrigues, bloody battles - all this is very vividly and vividly described by the authors in their work. Particularly admirable are the brilliantly presented documentary facts and the fascinating fantastic story created on their basis. All these undeniable ideological and artistic merits make me want to read and reread the book “Invincible and Legendary” more than once.
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