However, the document clearly describes that those new rifles shoot very accurately, their range is not much inferior to the Mosin Nagant, their recoil is not high, their firepower is very powerful, and they also have two semi-automatic and fully automatic modes.
Beria had never played with any guns when he was young, but he had never seen this magical firearm. It was a submachine gun, a rifle and a heavy machine gun integrated into one. What does this mean? Beria is no better than the professional Ust
Nov knows little.
"Firing three thousand rounds in a row, I can't imagine it." After muttering a few words, Beria looked at Filudov again, "Have you ever handled Berekov's new gun? Is it just an observation?"
"I'm sorry, Comrade NKVD, I was not involved in the shooting. However, someone was involved in the shooting."
"Who is it? Berekov's subordinate?"
"No!" Feliudov said excitedly: "It's your subordinate, Lieutenant Grishenko."
"It's him?"
There are many junior staff working at the Lubyanka headquarters, and Grishenko is a little-known figure. Beria thought for a while, and at the beginning of the month, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent some people to serve as guards for Berekov, responsible for
It was not him who did this, but his deputy.
Based on this relationship, the ten people selected must be small people. Their job is basically to serve as guards, and they are not given a clear surveillance role. But those ten people are internal affairs personnel after all. If necessary, interrogate them.
You can also get some details of Belekov’s life.
Thinking of this, Beria felt like he had found a treasure.
He asked: "Now, where is that Grishenko?"
"Just in the lounge."
"Oh?!" Beria adjusted his glasses in surprise, "You... you go and call him. Go right away!"
On the other hand, Grishenko was still sleeping soundly in the duty lounge after a long absence, and everything seemed to be back to the old days.
For Grishenko, his authority is very limited. Although he can see Beria from a distance several times a week, he never has the opportunity to talk face-to-face. His level is low, and because of the reorganization of nkvd, Beria was promoted to
The person responsible for the "secret police" work has also been changed.
Since I didn't receive any new orders, I just finished my dinner and went to bed.
Grishenko is not worried about anything. Outsiders think Lubyanka is a mysterious and scary place. As an insider, he always feels that this place is like home.
Maybe I will have a brighter future by following General Berekov. For now, I'd better sleep well.
Tomorrow the general will come to Lubyanka in person, and he will be accompanied by many technical experts. They will inspect the firearms at the underground shooting range on the second basement floor of the office building.
He had a hunch that as an important gun tester who directly participated in the Novosibirsk firearms experiment, he would be entrusted with an important task tomorrow. In order to have an excellent performance tomorrow, he should not brag to his colleagues who were left behind now, and take the time to sleep.
is correct.
Grishenko had slept for several hours, and his mental state had recovered a lot. His mind was still filled with dreams of spring and autumn. A young division commander stood on the tank, waving his arms, and ordered the number of soldiers under his command.
Hundreds of tanks swarmed forward, their tracks easily crushing the German defenses. Then thousands of soldiers armed with assault rifles completely annihilated the remaining enemies.
Because of the major victory, he also had a gold star medal hung on his chest.
However, the sweet dream ended there. A fierce knock on the door woke Grishenko, and then a man broke into the lounge and skillfully pressed the light switch.
"Ah? Comrade Felyudov, you..."
"There's no time to explain. Please put on your clothes and come with me."
"very worried about?!"
"Yes! Comrade NKVD wants to see you, so you can't be late."
Grishenko's head buzzed suddenly, and his heart beat wildly.
Beria wants to see him? I'm afraid it won't be anything good. It's probably due to questioning from all sides, just because he and General Berekov are too close.
"Is it about General Berekov?" Grishenko couldn't help but ask more.
Felyudov did not hide anything: "Don't worry about anything. It's about those new guns. You have used them yourself. Then you can tell your feelings to the NKVD in person."
"Okay. If that's the case, you should talk about it carefully."
Grishenko lowered his guard a lot. In just a minute and a half, he changed his clothes and followed Felyudov straight to Beria's office, which he had never been to before.
A thick mahogany door was closed tightly, and there were some colleagues with loaded guns on both sides.
Grishenko swallowed, stepped through the door, and faced Beria at a very close distance for the first time.
"Are you Lieutenant Grishenko?" Beria tilted his head slightly and stared at the young man standing at attention with sharp eyes.
Grishchenko gave a military salute in a confused manner: "Yes, Comrade NKVD."
"Yes, Comrade Merkulov, a second lieutenant, selected you to serve as General Berekov's guard. Intelligence shows that you did a good job as a guard, and you even participated in the target shooting experiment of the new gun. Now
Tell me, how do you feel when you use your new gun?"
"Great! I love that assault rifle."
"Describe it in detail!" Beria ordered.
"Well..." Grishenko had to hesitate to organize his words. "It has the speed of a submachine gun, the accuracy of an ordinary rifle, and can be used as a light machine gun at critical times."
"Oh? How powerful is it?!"
"It is very powerful and can easily smash a wooden target 200 meters away."
Beria nodded slightly: "That is, it can hit a target two hundred meters away and smash the target into pieces. So is the target pure wood?"
"Yes."
"So, Berekov's new gun has no experience of shooting enemies 200 meters away, even if it has not hunted a hare. So, how do you conclude that it is powerful as a weapon?"
"this……"
How should he answer his top boss? Grishenko looked around from the corner of his eyes, and even saw Merkulov's eyes staring at him.
At this moment, we can neither talk nonsense nor be conservative.
Even though the wooden boards were smashed to pieces, doesn’t it mean the power of the bullets and the excellence of the rifle? The smart Grishenko didn’t say that. He was silent for a while and expressed his attitude to Beria. It’s up to you to decide.
What is the power of .
Beria had no intention of embarrassing this young man. After all, legally, Grishenko had nine other soldiers. They were members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Legally, they were no longer under the direct jurisdiction of Lubyanka. They were all
It's Berekov's bodyguard!
The young man's words confirmed many of the contents of the report.
Beria is not a military idiot. A gun that can easily smash a wooden target 200 meters away can break a big tree 200 meters away if it continues shooting.
Compared with soft targets like animals, wooden boards have stronger protective capabilities. If a wooden board is beaten into pieces of firewood, wouldn't people in the same position become meat?
Suddenly, a crazy idea flashed through Beria's mind. He did not let this inspiration fly away and sat up straight. A special plan seemed to be implemented immediately.
Beria was silent for a while, a silence that frightened others.
Suddenly, Beria made a shocking statement: "Comrade Grishenko, have you ever killed anyone? Answer truthfully!"
"have!"
"On the battlefield?"
"No! In the execution chamber, I participated in the execution of those anti-Soviet elements and some spies who were ordered to do so."
The answer is this, and Beria fully understands it.
Yezhov is recognized as a ruthless person, in this respect Beria has some humanity in comparison. For those who oppose Stalin, Yezhov's method is basically to "implicate nine tribes", there are countless unjust, false and wrong cases, and he has gone too far.
People fell into madness, so before things got out of control, Yezhov was killed by his "comrades".
Beria's methods after taking power were not necessarily very clever, and he never believed that he should be merciful to those "anti-Soviet elements." Beria's benevolence was directed at his family and a group of capable officers.
He was absolutely loyal to Stalin (loyalty on the surface).
So, wouldn't those "anti-Soviet elements" take their own lives once they gain power? For the sake of their own power, it would be much better for those guys to be imprisoned in prisons and labor camps instead of being executed indiscriminately like their predecessors.
Beria felt that this was his kindness that distinguished him from Yezhov, not to mention that the country was now in great labor difficulties, and the millions of prisoners held in various prisons were free labor. He promised them that wartime labor was self-atonement.
When victory in the war will grant reduced prison sentences for contributions to the country, this kind of propaganda can be used better than a whip.
Beria was a person of this era. Only after experiencing two tragic world wars in the first half of the twentieth century, humanitarian thoughts began to spread around the world. This trend spread to the Soviet Union, making what was originally a rain of blood
The bloody Soviet-style internal strife suddenly disappears, and it is much better to imprison the loser himself or put him under house arrest than to implicate his family members and execute him indiscriminately.
"Very well, Comrade Grischenko. You are loyal to our great Soviet motherland. Next, the time has come to make meritorious service to the motherland."
After that, Beria stood up and asked the deputy on the side: "Comrade Merkulov, what is the situation of the two German spies caught three days ago?"
"The situation is not bad. They have not been killed by us yet, and we have obtained important intelligence."
"I already understand the intelligence thing. What a stupid guy. It seems that the German army is planning a new round of air strikes on Moscow. You are now in charge of the investigation and interrogation work of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You order your comrades to open their eyes and find all the rats hiding in the city.
Find it out."
"Yes! Comrade NKVD!" Merkulov replied.
Beria continued to ask: "Since they are not dead, are you prepared to execute them?"
"Well... according to tradition, it is two days later. As usual, they will be given two slices of bread and a glass of red wine, and then they will be shot."
"Haha! As usual." Beria shook his head disdainfully: "They are spies, and spies are not protected by national laws. Besides, they are German spies, so we cannot be merciful to them."
"Ah! I understand, the breakfast before execution is cancelled."
"No! There is no breakfast. We can no longer obtain information from the spy. We should execute him immediately to save him a long night. The execution will be carried out after a while, and I will be the supervisor myself."
"You?!" Merkulov, the director of the General Security Bureau, never thought that the dignified NKVD would still have time to be a "supervisor"? It is already very late. If you want to persist for a few more hours, the sun will rise.
Already.
"I don't have time to waste time. Now, I want to see those firearms!" Beria ordered urgently.
All the sample guns brought by Yang Mingzhi are currently in an independent warehouse in the building where they are located, and are closely guarded at all times.
Beria ignored Yang Mingzhi's request. Although a large number of experts would arrive in more than ten hours, he still wanted to see the prototype gun first and demonstrate in his own way whether it was reliable.
"You two, open the iron door. Others, come in with me."
After all, he was seeing something new. Beria's embarrassment was wiped away by a cup of coffee, and he is now in good spirits.
He hurriedly ordered the soldiers to open all the wooden boxes with crowbars. Under the illumination of incandescent lamps, they saw rifles neatly stacked in the boxes.
"Haha, it seems that the comrades in Siberia are very meticulous in their work. Every gun is placed upright."
Beria turned his head slightly: "Grishenko, take out one."
"As commanded."
Grishenko did not dare to say no at such a juncture. An assault rifle was taken out. He picked up a banana-shaped magazine from another box, inserted it into the chamber of the gun very skillfully, and handed it to Bei.
Leah.
"Comrade NKVD, the firearm is assembled. After you pull the charging handle, you can use the firearm like a submachine gun."
"Yeah?"
Beria didn't need a teacher to operate a firearm. He found out how to operate this strange firearm easily.
Everything was unexpected. Belekov was really talented. Look at this gun. The butt of the gun was folded left and right. Beria looked carefully and saw a small wrench at the lower end of the ejection port. The wrench was also aimed at two
Russian letters.
The function of the wrench is to adjust the shooting mode, and it is also the safety mechanism.
Compared with other firearms, none of the Soviet small weapons has more functions than it.
He suddenly pulled the charging handle. The operation did not require much effort. Compared with the Mosin-Nagant's bolt-pulling action, it was much easier.
The bullets were loaded, and an enemy-killing weapon was held in Beria's hand. The others were instinctively afraid of carrying a sharp weapon.
With the butt of the gun pressed against his shoulder, Beria took up the shooting position without any instruction, aiming the muzzle at the white wall.
"Haha, it looks like if I pull the trigger, dozens of holes will appear in the wall?"
"Yes!" Grishenko replied cautiously.
"It's at least more powerful than a submachine gun?!"
"Yes."
Grishenko answered all Beria's questions and briefly introduced the performance advantages of the assault rifle.