Fedorov, director of the rifle factory, Nikolayevsky, director of the submachine gun factory, and Gorbatov, director of the DP light machine gun factory.
Liguschkov, director of Rocket Launcher Factory 833, and Rybakov, director of Bullet Factory.
These five people stayed in a room with parquet flooring on the third floor of the Municipal Soviet Office Building.
When the temperature dropped to only ten degrees, the city's heating system started to activate. Once it started, it never stopped halfway. Therefore, although this small conference room is idle on weekdays, today, it is not only warm and pleasant, but also extremely dry.
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A huge painted table was placed in the center, and several people sat boredly, sipping black tea from time to time, waiting for General Berekov.
This meeting is led by the mayor. Even if the directors of those factories are very busy on weekdays, they must hand over their work to their deputies today and come to the meeting in person. They more or less already know the reason for the meeting, which is Belekov who has come all the way.
The general has an idea for a new weapon.
The factory attached to the Pripyat Arms Design Bureau has not yet been built. The general wants to develop new weapons. What he wants to develop is definitely not rocket launchers. According to Liguschkov who was present, it is about new firearms. In this way, those attending today’s meeting
, basically all about the directors of firearms manufacturing factories.
"Comrade Liguschkov, are we just waiting here in boredom? Why is the general so lazy? Is he deliberately leaving us here?" Nikolayevsky said very impatiently.
"Ah! Please also understand that the General Berekov I know has a strong subjective initiative. He was not late on purpose. Maybe..." Liguschkov thought for a while, "The Academy of Sciences is on the edge of the city.
It really takes a long time for the car to come back and forth.”
"I hope so. My work is very busy and I have to supervise the factory's production at all times. If I cannot complete national orders on time and with high quality and quantity, I will be a sinner."
"It's better not to go online." Fedorov, the director of the rifle factory, wanted to change the subject, "Let's discuss the prospects of the new gun."
"Haha? New gun? Only Comrade Liguschkov knows the most about this matter. He doesn't know the specific design parameters of the new gun, and he doesn't even have a drawing."
"There are drawings." Liguschkov emphasized in particular.
"Yes! Are you talking about the general's notebook? Maybe the ones on it are called drawings, but any factory needs complete process drawings, otherwise the workers will not be able to start."
This Nikolayevsky is fifty years old, his beard is very long, and his hair has basically fallen out. Although Siberia is far, far away from the war, as an old Bushelvik, he has an obligation and reason to defend what he loves.
Alliance. Then by asking his workers to work overtime, he set an example and devoted almost fourteen hours a day to work. This feeling of dedication to the country made him feel that his life was noble.
However, he had some bad views on the Soviet Red Army, and even some views on Stalin.
He was a very smart man, so during the period of purges, all those negative feelings about Stalin were suppressed in his heart. In any case, the alliance returned to stability, and the peaceful life did not last three years before a full-scale war suddenly broke out.
The disastrous defeat at the beginning of the war had a chain reaction. The European part of the alliance was in danger, so reinforcements needed to be drawn from the Asian part of the alliance.
The Siberian Military District was ordered to conduct large-scale recruitment, and young men were ordered to enter the recruit camp one after another, and then boarded the train heading west.
As a citizen of the Soviet Union, it was his duty to defend the Union. Nikolaevsky had his own duty, which was to lead the workers to continuously increase the production of submachine guns to supply the army. He also received a lot of bad news from the front, especially in May.
The failure of the large-scale counteroffensive campaign. "Pravda" must have been for the reason of stabilizing national sentiment. It did not exaggerate the shame of defeat and the disaster it caused. Instead, it deliberately publicized that the great Soviet Red Army withstood further German counterattacks.
However, a large number of envelopes were delivered to Novosibirsk Oblast. They were not letters from home, but "soldier death certificates" issued by the authorities. Many citizens' sons proudly left their families and went to the battlefield. In the end, their bodies were gone and only a piece of letter was left.
Delivered to their mothers to confirm the fact of heroic sacrifice.
There are also many people who cannot even find tokens of their corpses, and their families have not received "certificates", so they are considered missing for the time being.
The failure of the battle was largely due to the incompetence of the officers.
It is said that General Belekov fought many victorious battles. Indeed, Nikolayevsky still vaguely remembered that several previous issues of Pravda specially introduced the "guerrilla republic" and General Belekov.
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However, how much real content does Pravda have now? The newspaper must be touting a small victory into a big victory to ensure morale, just like now, the newspaper is crazily touting a young female Communist Youth League member Speroskina.
Young people are often the most courageous in fighting, but bravery and recklessness can happen in an instant. Is it possible for an underage girl to kill five hundred invaders? With the consistent style of "Pravda", I am afraid that girl killed fifty enemies.
Of course, being able to annihilate fifty enemies is indeed a respectable feat.
Whether it was the girl or General Berekov who was about to meet, they all came from Pripet Swamp. Sitting opposite him was the former head of the blacksmith village in Pripet Swamp, Spey.
What kind of person Roskina is, and what is Belekov like, obviously you can just ask the "former village chief".
Nikolayevsky is a calm old guy. The reason why he was able to avoid the Great Purge perfectly is that he is cautious in his words and deeds. He also believes in his own eyes more. The praise from the outside world is definitely exaggerated. General Berekov
We will find out later.
Finally, the closed door opened.
Yang Mingzhi entered this small conference room accompanied by the mayor himself.
"Comrade General, the factory directors are all here. I will leave a secretary for your meeting. I hope you can understand."
"I see."
Mayor Umov only has a basic understanding of ordnance production. It is inappropriate for him to stay here, so it is enough to bring the general here in person. Of course, he also has a special job. After the meeting, we will have lunch together.
Reasonable.
Yang Mingzhi stepped into the room with his right foot and appeared in front of everyone in a military uniform.
Let's look at this military uniform. It is simple. There is a row of medals hanging on it. No matter how simple the military uniform is, it becomes of great significance.
The appearance of the general immediately aroused awe, because no one would risk his life to pretend to be a "hero of the Soviet Union", but he had two gold stars on his chest.
Nikolaevsky only believed in his own eyes. So many medals had proved that this general was a genuine combat hero. In shock, Nikolaevsky couldn't help but stand up, feeling a little agitated for a moment.
At a loss.
His eyes widened and he saw a girl following the general.
No, it's a young lesbian who is obviously pregnant. She is a girl with an oriental face, maybe the general's wife?
Nikolaevsky tried his best to recall what he had read in Pravda, and it seemed that the general's wife was mentioned.
This lesbian is also extraordinary. She wears an ordinary style of coat, but she also has many medals hanging on her body.
Behind the two people is a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Could this person be the general's entourage?
Yang Mingzhi entered the room, looked left and right, and made eye contact with Liguschkov.
Suddenly, he slapped his palms hard, attracting everyone's attention.
Then he stood at attention and saluted, and said loudly: "Comrades, you are all directors of various factories. I am Peter Ivanovich Berekov, commander of the 63rd Army, Lieutenant General. I am also Pripy
Director of the Yaji Weapon Design Bureau and director of the 834 and 835 factories."
When it comes to titles, Yang Mingzhi can go even longer, but even so his title is already too long.
The length of the title means the number of achievements, and of course he longed for the title to be longer than it could be printed on a piece of paper.
Russians are used to getting things done quickly, and they believe that "people with knowledge do not speak secretly." Today, Yang Mingzhi didn't want to waste time. He sat at the big table and motioned for his wife and Second Lieutenant Grishenko to sit down together.
. Even the two clerks sent by the mayor sat at the table and participated in the meeting minutes.
Look at the current scene. Almost all of the factory directors present have hairless brains. They are all elderly when they hold this position, and each one of them is almost a generation older than Yang Mingzhi! He can definitely call these names
The old guys are uncles, but based on their military exploits, they are the ones who are respected and even feared.
Everyone introduced themselves, and Yang Mingzhi instantly felt confident.
The factory director named Nikolayevsky is sitting here.
After a brief look at each other, Yang Mingzhi could feel the person's ability and strict temperament in his eyes. In a military factory, it is almost impossible to make mistakes. The director of the factory should set an example and everyone should be meticulous to ensure that the weapons produced are absolutely perfect.
Qualified. Otherwise, the quality problems of weapons will kill soldiers!
"Okay! Comrades, I took the initiative to ask the mayor and the city's first secretary to convene you to participate in this special meeting. I am the initiator of the meeting, now let's get started."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mingzhi snapped his fingers: "Comrade Grishenko, take out all the drawings and distribute them to everyone. Especially the director of the submachine gun factory, the drawings of the stamping parts should be given to him first."
Suddenly, Nikolaevsky became nervous. Just as Grishenko was taking the drawings, he immediately asked: "Comrade General, do you want us to see the drawings? It's... the drawings of your new gun."
"Yes!" Yang Mingzhi knocked on the table, "You should know that I plan to make a new type of firearm. I am not a person who dawdles, so I completed the drawings in a surprise attack. You are already here, just in time to hand over the drawings.
Take a look. I know very well that you are all elites in this field, and you are the ones who can understand it best. It also saves me the trouble of explaining it."
Today's Yang Mingzhi is actually a bit naive. When he came to Novosibirsk, he regarded himself as the absolute master, so he proposed the research and development and production of new weapons. Wouldn't these factory directors who were summoned to the meeting fall to their knees before these wonderful things?
Are they faced with unspeakable blueprints? Is there anything more exciting for them than the mass production of assault rifles, which gives ordinary infantrymen an unprecedented increase in combat effectiveness?
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but cross his legs, with a smug expression on his face. He boasted that there was no need to say more, the drawings and the craft cards related to the specific processing were all stapled together.
Just throw it to the workers and they will process it with the tools at hand.
In Yang Mingzhi's design, the most basic model of the assault rifle has a handguard limited to the lower end of the barrel and the upper end of the gas tube. The grip is a stamped part, and the butt is a stamped part that can be folded left and right. Theoretically, it does not use
A handguard is completely acceptable, but in that case, the shooter must hold the magazine and shoot like a Bobosha submachine gun.
As long as the experts at these firearms factories have a high degree of initiative, the first prototype gun may be completed within ten hours.
Think about it, how exciting is this?!
However, reality completely shattered Yang Mingzhi's imagination. He was not the absolute protagonist.
Among the factory directors who attended the meeting, only Liguschkov paid homage to Yang Mingzhi's "black technology". The others, like experts, carefully examined the drawings in their hands and even the accompanying processing techniques.
They do not deny that processing according to the process drawings and piecing together large and small parts can indeed create a "submachine gun."
At least Nikolaevsky saw the overall picture of the new gun and felt that it should be a submachine gun.
More than ten minutes have passed, and everyone is still frowning and looking at it carefully. Even Fedorov, the director of the rifle factory, took out his reading glasses from his pocket and looked at it very carefully.
"What do you think? Do you think the new gun has huge development potential?" Yang Mingzhi suddenly asked proudly.
He didn't ask this question urgently. When Nikolayevsky opened his mouth to speak, his words choked the happy Yang Mingzhi back.
"Comrade General, do you think this weapon has great potential? Isn't it just a new type of submachine gun? How much potential can a submachine gun have?"
"you!"
Yang Mingzhi's face quickly tensed up, and his mind was spinning quickly. After thinking about it for a moment, in a sense, Nikolayevsky's words were not completely wrong.
After all, the basic blueprint of this new gun is to copy the "Five-Liu Chong" and combine it with the left and right folding butt structure of the "August 1 Bar" and the structure of the muzzle suppressor of the original "Akm" to create the so-called signature
The "AАB42" assault rifle. After all, its "mother" is the "Five-Liu Chong". Listen to its name, isn't it a submachine gun?
"It's not a submachine gun!" Yang Mingzhi suddenly spoke after being silent for a while.
"Okay." Nikolaevsky stretched his neck and continued to question, "If it's not a submachine gun, what should it be? I don't understand. I looked at your drawing carefully. You called it an assault rifle, but according to it
The bullet fired is obviously a small bullet. Isn't this a submachine gun?"
"No! It is a rifle, specifically an assault rifle. It is a rifle that fires intermediate-power bullets!" Yang Mingzhi emphasized in particular.