Chapter 1813 People from all walks of life gather at the shooting range
There was nothing special about what happened next. It seemed that Stalin had given the order, and the hotel manager personally came on the scene to entertain a group of experts with a classic and luxurious traditional Russian meal.
It was also that night that Yang Mingzhi saw with his own eyes Uskinov's legendary good drinking capacity. This man simply showed off his skills. He drank two bottles of 40% vodka in front of him.
What is the concept of two bottles? This man who is only four years older than himself is at least a three-pound brother. What is even crazier is that after drinking so much wine, Uskinov is not drunk, but looks very excited at the dinner table.
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Fortunately, the wine table culture here at Lao Maozi is rather special. At most, they just show off and compete with each other for drinks, and there is no such thing as toasting in circles.
Yang Mingzhi refused Uskinov on the grounds that there would be a big event tomorrow, and even drank only one goblet during the entire dinner.
He was so arrogant that Dobroff, who was accompanying him, had no choice but to follow him, and the two of them just had a drink.
After the dinner, everyone went back to their homes. What was very amazing was that the experts who were invited not only owned villas in Moscow, but almost all of them were located on the east side of the Tver District, which naturally survived the air raid at the beginning of the month.
Why was my house the only one that was damaged by the bombing? Forget it, staying in a hotel is a good thing.
Yang Mingzhi did not think that he would stay in Moscow for too long. When Stalin felt that General Berekov's tasks in Moscow had been completed, he should return to Novosibirsk as soon as possible.
After drinking a little wine, Yang Mingzhi was quite excited.
Although the hotel doesn't seem very grand when standing outside, it is brightly lit inside.
The supply of hot and cold water is smooth, and you can even take a hot bath in the room. The bed is spacious and the mattress is made of sponge.
In Yang Mingzhi's concept, a normal hotel should have this configuration.
Young Dobrov was not calm. He had never seen such a luxurious hotel. In terms of comfort, this was no better than a night in the Kremlin.
Even though Moscow continues to maintain military control and the city turns into a large military camp, the Grand Moscow Hotel is obviously still operating normally, but there are only a few guests.
The twenty people selected by Beria were tasked with escorting Yang Mingzhi, and you are now fortunate enough to live in the spacious and comfortable guest rooms of the hotel.
Of course, for some time to come, there will always be two armed guards at the door of Yang Mingzhi's room, and Grishenko once again has a larger number of subordinates.
This night, Yang Mingzhi slept peacefully. Captain Larin made it very clear during the dinner that at eight o'clock in the morning, the car would drive to the entrance of the meal, and at the latest at nine-thirty, Yang Mingzhi would arrive in Beria in person.
Choose your own shooting range from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and complete key missions.
"Hey, Grishenko, are you asleep?" Yang Mingzhi asked unexpectedly late at night.
"Not yet, Comrade Director."
"Go to sleep. Tomorrow we will get to the shooting range before Stalin. Remember, don't be nervous when you see Stalin again!"
"Yes! I...I will."
"Let's check the gun first. If something goes wrong, just stay close to me and do whatever we ask you to do. Don't do anything without permission."
"As commanded."
In the cold wind in Moscow, only the night watchmen stared at the dark sky, and the people at the radar station stared at the oscilloscope. From time to time, the sound of tapping shoes could be heard in the streets, which were patrols of the Ministry of Internal Affairs with flashlights, searching for violations of the curfew.
perpetrators, and suspected spies.
This night, Stalin, who was worried about the Soviet Union in the world war, also fell into deep sleep.
He went to the Kremlin on the afternoon of September 30th and immediately received wonderful and good news.
The news was sent by Chief of General Staff Vasilevsky. The telegram claimed that the German troops who had entered Stalingrad had finally contained their offensive momentum.
The current situation is that although the German army has occupied Mamayev Hill, the German army's attempt to occupy the urban areas on both sides of the hill has generally failed.
The fighting in the city has been extremely intense in recent days. The 62nd Army suffered heavy casualties. The army contained the German army's attempt to occupy the right bank of Stalingrad.
The Soviet army began a local counterattack. Although they were fighting for each house, the Soviet army was compressing the German-controlled area in the city and was approaching the commanding heights of Mamayev Hill little by little.
Stalin can be described as "dragon's heart is overjoyed". It seems that the most dangerous moment in Stalingrad is about to end!
The layout of that city was quite special. Almost all of the city was on the right bank of the Volga River. Around September 20th, the Soviet army almost lost nearly 90% of the city. However, the Soviet army held on to the last line of defense and reinforced troops to cross the Volga River. Although
The losses were heavy, and the area controlled by the Soviet army in Stalingrad was expanding almost every hour.
The Soviet army began to gain an advantage, and the German army must have been quite exhausted by this time.
Stalin concluded that the German army would mass its forces and attack again. He knew very well the transportation significance of Stalingrad. Of course, the people in Berlin also knew it.
However, the German army needed some time to rest and recuperate, but the Soviet army could take advantage of the situation and counterattack.
The war situation is looking good. At this time, Zhukov urgently flew back to Moscow. Is there anything to worry about?
Stalin needed victory so much. He felt that the current situation was very good. Although Zhukov intended to launch a huge counterattack to swallow up all the attacking German troops. Maybe before that, Vasilevsky kept reinforcing the 62nd Army. When Zhukov returned,
At that time, Mamayev Heights also returned to the hands of the Soviet army.
This is why Stalin slept so comfortably!
Look forward to October, October 1st, and see Berekov’s magical gift!
The sunshine on the first day of October shines through the morning fog in Moscow. As usual, the morning is cold.
Today, Stalin's villa is different. There are a large number of guards lingering around the house, and there are also a group of people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, making the security work at its peak.
Early in the morning, Beria took a car to Stalin's villa.
"Fortunately, it's only half past seven."
He got out of the car and directly asked the subordinate in charge of the security of the villa.
"Is everything okay tonight?"
"Everything is normal, comrade NKVD. The leader is still sleeping now."
"Okay, I'll wait for now."
It was not a major matter related to national security, and Beria did not want to disturb Stalin's peaceful dream again. He stayed outside smoking and lingering until eight o'clock, Stalin's personal nanny walked into the villa and entered Stalin's warm bedroom.
"Oh, Beria has arrived. Go and send a message and ask him to come to my bedroom immediately." Stalin ordered the nanny.
After a while, Beria stood in front of Stalin wearing plush pajamas.
"Is everything done?" Stalin asked simply.
"Everything is ready. But, I am worried that you..."
"Worried about my health?"
Stalin shook his head, skillfully picked up the pipe on the bedside table, stuffed some tobacco into it skillfully, and handed it to Beria: "Light a fire for me."
Then, Stalin took a nice puff, and his sleepy eyes disappeared.
"Don't worry about anything. You are a Georgian, and I am a Georgian. We Georgians have very strong bodies. It's a pity that you and I are very busy at work. If it is peacetime, I hope to go hunting during my vacation."
"I still hope you will be more cautious. You must be healthy for the sake of the alliance at the critical moment."
"It doesn't matter, I'm not too old to hold a gun." Stalin waved his hand, "That Belekov is a real soldier, I don't know how good he is at shooting. When the war is over, I will invite him to hunt bears in the forest."
Stalin said this deliberately. He wanted to show Beria that he valued this man from China.
He continued: "This Berekov is extraordinary. He can actually sing our Lezkinka."
"But he's not Georgian," Beria said casually.
"At least we are comrades."
"It's just temporary." Beria said.
Stalin was a little unhappy. He raised his head and said: "It seems that you are worried about him. Don't worry about anything. I trust this person."
This statement is very weighty. Beria knew that Stalin was always very cautious when dealing with people and situations. He asserted that Berekov was a comrade in arms, which fully demonstrated what trust is!
Stalin continued to ask: "Have all the experts arrived at the shooting range you prepared? Did Uskinov also go?"
"They should have arrived now." Beria added, "Berekov has also left the hotel and will arrive soon."
"It seems that I have to hurry up."
Only then did Stalin stand up and said, "You go out first, and I will change my clothes myself."
The pressure of the war had taken its toll on this old man. Stalin's face was full of pits and even some age spots. In external publicity, a large number of oil paintings depicting him always depicted the leader of the alliance as benevolent and shiny, as if
, he always seems to be only fifty years old.
He knows the condition of his body, and he doesn't want to suffer from old age.
Basically, because he participated in the shooting range experiment of the new gun this time, he deliberately let his subordinates understand that he was just like his name, he was a piece of steel.
Stalin had a simple breakfast, then got into the car, and under tight protection, he arrived at the shooting range prepared by Beria.
The security here is extremely tight, with a large number of soldiers in helmets and loaded with ammunition standing like pine trees.
There are no citizens wandering around. The shooting range has a radius of 1,500 meters from the center. All idlers have been expelled. Why is it such a distance? Because in this time and space, no bullet fired by a sniper rifle can accurately hit a thousand people.
Humanoid target five hundred meters away.
Besides, the shooting range under the management of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is not a residential area at all, and the small group of citizens have been relocated overnight.
No one knew that Stalin had gone to a shooting range on the outskirts of the city early in the morning, nor did the small group of spies in Moscow who had not yet been eliminated.
In fact, when the German army sent spies to infiltrate, they were required to assassinate Stalin as soon as they found an opportunity.
The primary purpose of the spy was to conduct on-the-spot investigation of the results of the bombing. The secondary objective was to determine whether Stalin died in the air raid, or to find him and complete the assassination.
They were ordered to shoot at Stalin at close range like Princip who assassinated Archduke Ferdinand. Even if there was a group of guards standing in front of them, they had to try to do this. Although the result was death, for the glory of the empire, death
, it is a great honor.
The Soviets were not fools. Stalin encountered many attacks, but most of them were detected in advance by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Most of the imprisoned opportunistic perpetrators were temporarily held in the prison behind the Lubyanka Building, and were released every other week.
It has to be taken out for target practice.
Therefore, in the shooting ranges belonging to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, sometimes the targets are not wood at all, but living people. There is nothing special about using the shooting range as an execution ground. Beria is authorized to handle such matters, and Stalin does not
ask.
Yang Mingzhi and his party arrived first before Stalin.
After another tedious inspection, Yang Mingzhi finally confirmed that the guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs had performed some operations on these guns in the early morning.
He almost grabbed the safety officer by the collar and questioned him, but fortunately he calmed down in time and still asked with a bad attitude: "Is it also an order from the NKVD? Are you using these prototype guns at night again? What if something goes wrong?
what to do?"
The answer of Merkulov, the security director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, was also reasonable: "Are you worried that we have tampered with the firearms? No! This is impossible. If the leader is not satisfied with the shooting range experiment, in the end, we, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, will be fully responsible.
To avoid problems, it is necessary for me to confirm that all firearms are operational."
"Well. They better not have any problems."
Yang Mingzhi knew deeply that Stalin himself now had absolute power of life and death over his firearms.
Times have changed. While the war brought huge disasters to the Soviet Union, it was an opportunity for Stalin. At the beginning, Stalin's power and prestige were limited. Now, he has become the "Tsar". Of course, it is just his status.
It's like a "Tsar".
As long as Stalin is satisfied, the glorious future of his assault rifle can begin. Everything does not lie in how exquisite his firearm is, but almost in Stalin's personal feelings after a few hours!
The scheduled time is approaching, and the invited experts are arriving one after another.
Stalin invited many experts, but when the meeting was held, some experts failed to arrive at the first time.
Well now, all the people who accepted the invitation have arrived, including their entourage, there are more than a hundred people!
Among them, the elderly Fedorov found Yang Mingzhi as soon as he arrived and solemnly introduced his student.
"General Berekov, look at this! This is my youngest friend, the young Comrade Kalashnikov, whom I mentioned to you."
A thunderous name shook Yang Mingzhi's mind, and his whole body was shocked, as if he had been frightened.
"Ah! Comrade Berekov? Did I scare you?" Fedorov asked kindly.
"No! No...not at all."
While Yang Mingzhi was replying, his eyes couldn't help but focus on the face of the young man behind Fedorov.
This person is indeed very young, and his eyebrows are very familiar. Although it is the first time to meet him, it is not the first time in the absolute sense.
If you tell this young man now that he will be the most successful light weapons research and development expert in the history of the twentieth century, will Kalashnikov himself believe it? No, it is most likely just that he thinks that the young general cares about him.