Wang Zhong sighed with relief, as if he had completed a phased task, and was about to pick up his half-finished cola when Tukhachev suddenly said, "Judge, I have a request."
The presiding judge said, "Speak, after all, you are not a traitor, and we will meet reasonable requests."
It was a reminder to Tukhachev: take it if you're called incompetent, don't push me to change the sentence to treason, that would mean playing Russian roulette with your whole family—though His Majesty the Tsar who gave that order is already dead, the order hasn't been rescinded.
Wang Zhong also stopped, curious about what Tukhachev was up to. As a result, Tukhachev looked towards him, and the two men locked eyes.
Tukhachev: "Since it's the death penalty, I hope it can be personally executed by General Rocossov. General Skorobo and I were classmates, and when I was the head of the Suvorov Military Academy, he was the dean of academic affairs.
