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desc=As  joined the two figures on the hill, he announced his presence with a gruff Uborevich. Ustinov. Ustinov snapped to attention, while Uboerevich simply nodded. "Major-General Ustinov and I were inspecting the troops, as it were."These men are undisciplined." Mikhail scowled as he watched the so-called platoon. Marching in lockstep? Interpretive dance aside, "Stumbling" was a better term. Tukhachevsky marched smartly down the hill, barking "Attention!"The men dragged their feet as they rose. The drill instructor did something like a salute, but not. "Comrade Tukhachevsky." The man's smile withered at the Marshal's gaze. "Your name?"Er-Antonin, sir. Sergeant Antonin Orlov "Private Orlov, fall in line." The man, mouth open, started to speak Now. Private."Tukhachevsky shook his head as Orlov fell in. The Red Army. The pride of the Union, the sword of the revolution-reduced to this. Pathetic." The Marshal's Glare alone was enough to freeze the men where they stood. "You will address me as Marshal. You will follow every order I give without question. I will put you through hell and back, and you will learn to thank me for K. Am I understood?" "Yes, sirf The men shouted, meekly."It's a start." Tukhachevsky pointed at the field. "Bun. All of you, twenty times around the field. Now." A shocked silence then they burst into sprints, like dominoes falling.He gave them a ten-second lead. By the end of their task, he was in the front of the pack.
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