Ivanov knew very little about his new commander, Berekov, even though this was his third "delivery". He only knew that this man was a foreigner and joined the Soviet Union in April.
Country of Citizenship.
Ivanov didn't know whether this man really wanted to be a Soviet. The only thing he could confirm was that he was a general who was good at fighting. Look at the construction of the guerrilla zone under his rule.
A city was built on this swamp!
About to meet this mysterious general, Ivanov felt nervous again.
On the other hand, not only Yang Mingzhi, Yevlov and others were present in the group army headquarters, but Salinchkin, Lyudbalev and others also arrived. In this way, not only military personnel were present in the headquarters,
Officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Partisan Republic were present.
Everyone is not waiting for Ivanov, but for this man, so many generals and officials are indeed waiting for him. This is really a great courtesy!
Under the escort of soldiers, he passed through the residential area of Blacksmith Village and marveled at the houses hidden by big trees.
He couldn't help but sigh: "I can't believe that you actually built a city in the forest! There must be more than 20,000 people living here!"
"There are already 60,000 people!" the young political commissar with a blue hat proudly introduced, "Comrade Major, our population is increasing almost every day. Every time we fight, we can save a large number of civilians! Now, the enemy can no longer defeat us head-on.
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"So, all of this is the credit of your army commander!"
"There is also the unity of the people! Of course, the correct development path established by Comrade Commander for us! And his outstanding military command have allowed us to achieve today's achievements."
When this person said this, Ivanov became even more curious about Berekov, whom he had never met before.
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"Okay! This is it! Our headquarters, please follow me!"
"Okay, let me clean up the dust on my clothes first!" Ivanov stopped and straightened his clothes. He looked bright and energetic. He clutched the wooden box he was carrying tightly, which he wanted to hand over to the commander in person.
Lekov's baby!
He followed the young political commissar and strode into the army headquarters.
Ivanov's sudden appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the headquarters. After all, he was a man dressed in a special way. The uniform of an air force pilot he wore was really unique. In the entire Guerrilla Republic, he was the second-largest man besides Podovich.
people!
The scene was a little awkward for a while, but the young political commissar gave a brief report and the atmosphere was relieved.
Enduring the pressure, Ivanov strode forward and walked up to the general with a Tatar face and a gold star medal.
"Reporting to Comrade Commander of the Group Army! Air Force Major Peter Ilyich Ivanov reports to you! I was ordered by the Southwestern Front Army Command to carry out the mission of air assistance to the guerrilla republic. The current mission is completed, please give instructions!"
His behavior was indeed a bit abrupt. After all, Yang Mingzhi and others did not know the details of Ivanov. Judging from his shoulder insignia, he was indeed a major.
Yang Mingzhi responded with courtesy: "I'm glad you landed successfully, Comrade Major! I am the commander of the 63rd Army, Peter Ivanovich Belekov." After all, this is considered a formal military handover. Knowing this person
As the commander of this air assistance operation, many questions were immediately pushed down his throat.
But before Yang Mingzhi asked the question first, Ivanov sonorously picked up the wooden box he had been carrying.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the box, and Ivanov said in his hoarse voice: "Comrade Commander, this is the equipment you requested!"
"Is it the magnetron in the radar!?" Yang Mingzhi was so surprised that he lost his mind and directly reached out to hold the wooden box.
"Yes! Comrade Commander! It is this device! In addition, there are two medals!"
"There are medals?! Is this awarded to me and the deputy commander again?" At this point, Yang Mingzhi inevitably fell into some narcissism. He waved his hand and said: "We did cripple the Romanian Sixth Army. This
It’s very normal for us! Could it be that because of our attack, our superiors will award us new medals! I already have a Gold Star Medal!”
"Haha! Dear Berekov, please stop being modest!" Yevlov interjected with a smile, "I wouldn't mind winning another Gold Star!
At this time, Salinchkin, who was in a very good mood, also said: "You were the strategic planner and executor of the two large-scale military operations we launched at the end of April and late May. You have reason to get new honors."
Salinchkin's words were very important. At this point, Yang Mingzhi was already eager to open the box. Not only to see the difference between the magnetrons of this time and space and those of later generations, but also to witness the ones sent by his superiors.
What a medal!
Everyone came to a table. After Ivanov sat down, he quickly opened the copper lock of the wooden box and slowly opened the box.
Yang Mingzhi couldn't wait to reach out and took out the bunch of newspapers from the box. He consciously told him that the magnetron was wrapped in layers of newspapers. Compared with the ammunition, they were far less important than this little thing.
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During World War II, the small magnetron was a piece of black technology. When the waste paper of Pravda was pushed aside, an object as big as a fist was played with by Yang Mingzhi and he applauded.
He couldn't help but ask: "Is this a magnetron? Why is it so big?!"
"This...are you asking me?" Ivanov asked.
"No! It's incredible. I thought it could be smaller! Maybe I still overestimated the technological level of this era, and this device can't be made smaller."
Currently, the United States has begun mass production of magnetrons, and the manufacturing cost of aviation early warning radars has also dropped rapidly. In terms of radar research and development, the Soviet Union lags behind the United States, but it can also independently develop it. What Yang Mingzhi has in his hands was made by the Soviet Union itself.
A magnetron as big as a fist is the source of high-energy microwaves!
I finally got this core component, and look at this small wooden box. Its compact size cannot hold an oscilloscope. It seems that the superiors did not send an oscilloscope. Maybe those instruments were damaged!
Ivanov continued to explain: "This equipment was disassembled from the radar truck at Severodonesk Airport. The radar truck has been destroyed by German air strikes, and basically all our aircraft have been damaged. Now, the last aircraft has been completed.
This is my third mission to support the guerrilla republic, and it seems that it will also be my last."
His last words aroused everyone's alarm.
Yevlov asked: "So, you were also involved in the two previous large-scale airdrops targeting us?!"
"Of course! I am the operations commander!" This is Ivanov's huge honor. He patted his chest and said proudly: "Last September and April this year, I was the operations commander! That's why I can land accurately.
Here! And because of these outstanding actions, I received the rank of colonel."
"So that's it!" Yang Mingzhi immediately put down the magnetron he had been playing with for a while, "I can't believe that you are actually our old comrade-in-arms!"
"We will be close comrades from now on! Comrade Commander!" Ivanov smiled and winked, "Don't you look at the two remaining wooden boxes? What is inside is indeed the Gold Star Medal, and there are also
Certificate of the title Hero of the Soviet Union!”
At this point, Yang Mingzhi and others couldn't wait to get together. He really thought that he was going to get another big gold star.
In fact, Salinchkin knew best. If the Military Committee wanted to award Berekov another big gold star, he would definitely know it. So who are these two unexpected medals for? "Could it be the two of them?
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Salinchkin had already guessed the result, but he still remained calm, stared at Yang Mingzhi, opened one of the boxes, and opened another folded kraft paper document.
A black-and-white photo of a girl suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and the name under the photo was also written very clearly. In the last name column, it was written "Spiroskina".