In terms of status, Lieutenant General Yang Mingzhi is much more senior than the heads of various design bureaus.

He didn't need to show much respect to these people, and indeed he didn't.

In the military industry, seniority has very limited meaning. On the contrary, young people are often the most creative.

In a meritocratic industry, ability is the most important.

Fedorov fully recognized Berekov's talent and also approved of the new gun.

For Uskinov, who presided over the entire meeting, he felt that Yang Mingzhi's design was extremely exquisite, and Fedorov, who was highly respected and respected, personally praised it, which was really a happy event for everyone.

"That's it!" Uskinov clapped his hands happily.

"Okay. It's over now. Everything will wait until tomorrow's shooting range experiment." Fedorov looked serious again at this time. He looked at Beria who was observing: "Comrade NKVD, I hope you can handle this matter perfectly.

thing."

Beria did not answer. He looked seriously and responded to Fedorov with his eyes.

The meeting lasted for nearly an afternoon. The professional "evaluators" not only carefully looked at Yang Mingzhi's drawings, but also dismantled the firearm into pieces. They had a very deep memory of the internal structure of the firearm!

"Now, your work ends here. If you don't want to discuss anything anymore, go and have dinner." Beria seemed to have issued an order to expel guests. Indeed, he was in a very anxious mood.

As Fedorov reminded, Beria's work is extremely important. If Stalin cannot be "happy", then his future status will be in danger.

Regarding Stalin's security mission, this is the mission of the Security Service Director Merkulov.

Stalin planned to shoot with a gun himself. At this moment, Beria was secretly scolding the old boy for insisting on getting stronger as time went by, and could only bite the bullet and get things done.

At any time, the security of Stalin is the first task of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Considering that there are spies in Moscow, Beria has to be vigilant again.

Who knows what the German spies want to do. In extraordinary times, the cautious Beria has to think more, especially in the worst direction.

Zhukov is about to go to Moscow for a meeting, and the two commanders of the Northern Front are also coming back. Beria, who must attend the meeting, knows the importance of this meeting.

He had to wonder if a group of German spies suddenly appeared at this time. Is there any relationship between the two?

Maybe someone in the top ranks of the Soviet Union has been bribed by the enemy?

This incident was by no means unfounded. Beria never forgot why the Cheka was established. Eliminating internal traitors was the most important task of the Ministry of Internal Affairs after protecting Stalin.

When Marshal Zhukov and others arrived in Moscow, they had to be guarded around the clock by the most loyal guards selected by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The defense of Stalin was even more important.

The outskirts of Moscow are densely forested, with a large number of air defense positions and the location of a large number of active troops.

Since the Battle of Moscow, a huge military camp has been built near the capital.

A large number of new soldiers were transferred here for further training to improve their combat skills and as reserves for the Western Front and Kalinin Front.

There are a large number of physical training camps and shooting ranges in the suburban forests. Are they safe there? Beria is very doubtful.

The only safe place he could be sure of was the Ministry of Internal Affairs' special shooting range for training new recruits.

After all, when the war broke out, the troops directly under the Ministry of the Interior had 200,000 troops. Although these elites were exhausted at the beginning of the war, the essence still remained.

A large number of training bases are still in use, and Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel in Moscow regularly improve their combat skills there.

There are a large number of Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel in the Lubyanka office building and even the large prison in the rear. Due to work reasons, each of them is equipped with a Tokarev pistol. They are almost not equipped with rifles, and their automatic firepower is entirely submachine guns.

For this reason, the Beria troops were dissatisfied with the poor equipment status of their subordinates, and the debut of assault rifles made his eyes bright.

An exclusive training camp for the Ministry of Internal Affairs on the outskirts of Moscow was selected by Beria. Now, he had to finish the meeting and lead the team to arrange it until Stalin fulfilled his wish to his satisfaction.

Of course, the prerequisite for completing the task perfectly is that all sample guns have stable performance.

Firearms must be packed in advance, along with bullets, sent to the shooting range in advance, and ordered to be guarded overnight.

Yang Mingzhi and the experts left. The Lalin team with rich work experience personally led the team, and there was no problem with the decision.

At this time, the sun has basically set, and the sky is gradually becoming darker blue. Due to the light control, and the huge Moscow sky filled with air-proof balloons, the world is still dim under the moonlight.

Sitting in his office, while eating a simple dinner, Beria summoned Security Minister Merkulov.

"Now, they have all gone to the hotel for dinner, and Berekov is also staying in the hotel tonight. Have you explained all these things to Captain Larin?" Beria asked.

"Lalin knows, you don't have to worry."

"Very good, Larin and Berekov can be considered friends. What about the guards you sent?"

"Those guards, their work has never gone wrong. Especially since they all know Grishenko, there will be no problem in protecting Berekov."

Beria nodded. After working like this, he felt that there would be no problem at all.

"Don't take it lightly, you have more critical tasks next."

"Yes! I understand very well! The firearms have been packed and sealed and are just waiting for your order."

"Don't be anxious yet. Another afternoon has passed. Did your people gain anything?"

"Yes. They killed two more deer, plus the ones from the morning, that's four deer carcasses."

"Hey." Beria shook his head, "I respect you for not capturing another spy alive."

"I'm sorry, Comrade NKVD, but we captured a young deer. It is a living animal. I hope we can meet your request."

In the meeting just now, Berekov fully explained the reason for the "blood hole". Beria was eager to give it a try. Today they caught a deer. The death of this living creature should fully demonstrate the effect of the "cavity effect".

However, Stalin was probably unwilling to "execute" a live deer with his own hands.

As for the four dead deer, just take two to the shooting range, and the rest can be given to the comrades as a tooth sacrifice.

"The target problem has been solved. Where are the drawings?" Beria asked.

"The drawings... they have to be handed over to the experts. At present, the drawings are just sealed."

"It must be preserved!" Beria took the last sip of the soup. "If it is not preserved well, all those guards will be sent to the military court. I have a hunch that the leader will highly praise Berekov's firearms and will most likely order

Mass production in arsenal. If mass production is carried out, drawings are the key."

"If you obey, I will order them to be under strict supervision."

"Very good. I'm done eating. I'll call the phone room and connect the phone to my home."

Beria is now at the peak of his power, but after he lost power, scandals suddenly appeared like dog urine.

Later, the Soviet documents held by the Russian Federation were declassified, and the world knew that it was deliberately done by the Corn Emperor using a propaganda machine to attack his opponents.

Beria talked to his wife on the phone and informed his family that he would not go home tonight. His family had long been accustomed to all this, and no one complained and no one really understood the details of Beria's daily work.

At this time, confidentiality is extremely important.

Stalin would get up early in the morning and arrive at the shooting range at ten in the morning. A group of senior personnel staying in Moscow would arrive earlier.

The security of all personnel is the task of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Beria felt that he was afraid that he would have to spend a sleepless night.

It was late at night, and a large number of vehicles gathered at the gate of Lubyanka. At this time, a cold wind swept across the Red Square. Because Moscow had implemented a late-night curfew, those who were still outdoors in Moscow at night were either patrols of active military units, or they were taking the opportunity to catch spies.

Internal Affairs Troops.

Serious people cannot notice the unusual movements in Lubyanka Square. Peaceful citizens stay at home to avoid the cold and can only hear noise through the windows, which makes them feel timid.

They were very wary of noise, which might come from German night bombers.

Due to the bombing at the beginning of the month, citizens were evacuated again. Since military production cannot be separated from people, there are still a large number of citizens who cannot leave.

The citizens didn't care about Stalin's whims. They were very realistic and only cared about their own safety and daily food supplies.

Yang Mingzhi, he had no way of understanding the fear of the stranded citizens in Moscow. Through the extensive reports in "Pravda", he always felt that the citizens were as strong as steel, just like Stalin's name.

Yang Mingzhi left the Lubyanka Building in high spirits, and, accompanied by Dobrov and Grischenko, got into the car driven by Captain Larin himself.

At the same time, everyone, such as Uskinov and Dedlov, also got into other cars.

After the meeting, I found a good place to eat. Yang Mingzhi was very satisfied with this meal.

However, Moscow’s defense has reached a very strict level, where else can everyone go to eat?

Captain Larin kept saying that he was organizing a meal for everyone, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but wonder: "Should we go to the Kremlin? Lubyanka is very close to there, do we need to take a car?"

"It's not the Kremlin." Captain Larin said, "It's the Grand Moscow Hotel. I hope you know that place."

Grand Moscow Hotel? Does Yang Mingzhi know about it? He doesn't know.

Besides, this name is nothing special. If Captain Larin suddenly said "Turandol Hotel", he would be very interested.

However, Yang Mingzhi never expected that before the convoy had traveled very far, Captain Lalin proudly announced: "Dear Comrade General, we are here."

"Ah? This is the Grand Hotel?"

The convoy didn't go very far and only made three turns.

Yang Mingzhi was not a roadie. He clearly determined that his current location was very close to Red Square and the Kremlin.

This estimate is extremely correct.

Even though Moscow is heavily camouflaged, the huge walls of the Kremlin at night are only blurry images in the dim world.

Yang Mingzhi straightened his military cap and faced the biting cold wind outdoors.

At the same time, other people also got out of the car.

"Comrade Captain, I am standing in a square? Is this also part of the Red Square?"
To be continued...