Stalin was almost there, and before him, others preceded him.
Voroshilov and Ponomarenko almost came together. Yang Mingzhi looked sideways at the two of them and couldn't help but feel curious. What were these two talking about so happily?
After another brief greeting, Yang Mingzhi also understood what they were talking about.
In that plane, Voroshilov eventually replaced Ponomarenko as the new commander-in-chief of the guerrilla movement.
Voroshilov held two positions, one was to manage the guerrilla movement, and the other was to manage the spoils of war. These two positions were part-time sinecures, which seemed to be very important. The top leaders of the Soviet Union, especially Stalin, assigned Voroshilov like this
As for his position, he is not expected to do much in the new war.
Stalin had always inherited Lenin's views on guerrilla warfare, and his attitude towards the Soviet guerrilla movement was almost always better than nothing.
In the new time and space, due to Yang Mingzhi's intervention, the guerrilla movement became popular, which truly affected the frontal battle.
Of course, Stalin felt that Yang Mingzhi was indispensable for causing all this, and wasn't Ponomarenko's actions also very important?
Voroshilov wanted to gain more political achievements, and he really planned to serve in the guerrilla movement headquarters.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he casually chatted with Ponomarenko and also intended to chat with the legendary Belekov.
After all the fuss, Yang Mingzhi really didn't want to say anything more to this pure reckless man.
Yang Mingzhi was a little impatient, but Voroshilov immediately put forward his old views straightforwardly.
"Comrade Berekov, you are playing with fire!"
Yang Mingzhi was greatly surprised. What was the purpose of Voroshilov's sudden words?
"you……"
"If your new gun hurts the leader, you must be responsible!"
"Yes, I understand! I bet with my own honor that I will win the favor of Comrade Stalin." Yang Mingzhi looked confident.
"It is very dangerous!" Voroshilov shook his head deeply: "I agree that you are an excellent general, but you are playing with fire now. You are not only gambling with your own honor, but also with the national destiny of the Soviet Union."
Ah! It actually sounds like gambling on the fate of the country? That’s ridiculous!
What else Yang Mingzhi wanted to say, Voroshilov finally explained his views on the new gun.
"Young general, you young people are always too radical. One bullet is enough to destroy the enemy. Why do we need to transform all soldiers into machine gunners? Just charge with a victory slogan. This is the performance of a man."
Yang Mingzhi thought, is this Voroshilov an idiot? This man is obviously a People's Commissar of National Defense, and he came up to him today and said some incomprehensible words.
"So, my firearm is an automatic weapon, and you object to it?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"No! I am not opposed to automatic weapons. We must see the reality clearly. It seems that I can no longer convince Comrade Stalin."
Voroshilov is a rough guy. He is a soldier, a very traditional Tsarist Russian soldier. His horsemanship is more sophisticated than his marksmanship.
Voroshilov was Stalin's close comrade-in-arms. Although others at the top of the Soviet Union knew that Voroshilov had limited talents, considering that he was Stalin's right-hand man, no one really opposed him in public.
Stalin was not a fool. This reckless man was directly assigned to manage the spoils of war and prisoners of war. This was a kind of pension in disguise. How could he, Voroshilov, be willing to accept it?
Therefore, when it came to whether to continue the mass production of svt40, he stood up and strongly opposed it. His negative reasons for production efficiency were very sufficient. On the other hand, there was also a bit of vindictiveness.
Yang Mingzhi really didn't want to say anything more to this person. A person like Voroshilov couldn't command the front army in combat, nor could he be responsible for logistics and transportation. It would be better to give him a casual job in charge of trophies and prisoners of war.
Anyway, this war is over, and Voroshilov's military career is over.
Yang Mingzhi even thought that if this guy hadn't happened to be away from Moscow, he wouldn't be gesticulating today.
Finally Stalin's convoy arrived!
Cars entered the huge training camp of the Ministry of Internal Affairs first, and the soldiers in charge of escort quickly lined up to greet them.
Soldiers stood on both sides of the road like straight street trees, each carrying a gun on his shoulder, with a small red flag hanging on the gleaming spear.
The scene was as if Stalin himself came to inspect the internal affairs troops.
The motorcade was very grand, and the first to get out of the car were a group of bodyguards in black leather jackets.
Then Beria got out of the car and personally opened the door of Stalin's car.
"Comrade, there is no need to create such a big pomp." Stalin was a little displeased, "There are no particularly important events today."
"This is our responsibility. For the sake of the country, your security work cannot be too stringent."
"Then let's go, I want to see Belekov's new gun."
The so-called shooting range of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is a huge area enclosed by walls.
It is basically a training base. Although target training is the most important item, there are also some physical training facilities inside, and it can also organize troops to conduct queue training.
Today, Stalin is wearing a black woolen coat and a simple marching cap on his head.
He was dressed very ordinary, just like an ordinary Russian uncle.
However, he was wearing a military uniform under this woolen coat. For this operation, Stalin did not care about his sixty-year-old body, but tightened his belt several times.
Perhaps he mustered up his energy, but Stalin really seemed to be much younger. When he got out of the car, he felt that his steps were more sonorous.
Stalin once again met Yang Mingzhi, as well as the experts he invited, including some senior Soviet officials.
They were all well-dressed, most of them in military uniforms, with a large number of medals and medals pinned to their clothes.
Stalin did not say much to Beria at the first moment, but directly approached Yang Mingzhi.
"Dear Berekov, are your prototype guns ready?"
"Preparations are complete!" Yang Mingzhi replied forcefully.
"Very well, let's not delay and start quickly!"
"The next step is my work." Beria said smoothly, waving his right hand, "Please follow me."
What Stalin did after getting out of the car fully proved his eagerness, which really made Voroshilov a little unhappy.
Voroshilov hurriedly caught up with Stalin and admonished him like a true loyal minister: "Comrade leader, please think again. You are the leader of the country, not a soldier. It is not your fault to shoot with a gun yourself."
"You..." Stalin suddenly became serious and straightened his steps. He stared at Voroshilov with his big eyes: "Can't I realize even a trivial wish?"
"Ah! That's not what I meant."
"Forget it! Comrade Voroshilov, times have changed, and we must accept new things. Berekov is my friend, and nothing will happen today."
Stalin actually considered me a friend?
Upon hearing this, Yang Mingzhi, who was originally following the large army, immediately walked quickly and got closer to Stalin at the head of the army.
It's cloudy today and the temperature is still cold.
It is already October, and the early winter in Moscow comes with the true arrival of the north wind.
It is very strange that there was so little precipitation in the Moscow area in September this year that when walking on the yellow grass at the shooting range, Yang Mingzhi felt that the ground was quite dry.
This is a good thing. The venue is dry and barrier-free, making it perfect for target practice.
Yang Mingzhi was very reassured by the security director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and everyone reached a consensus. No one was slow in serving Stalin.
Under the guidance of soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Stalin led a group of people to the open-air pistol range.
There is a concrete floor here, as well as a platform made of cement bricks. About fifty meters away is a sign with a human-shaped wooden rake.
"It seems we have arrived?" Stalin asked Beria.
"Yes, Comrade Stalin. You want to shoot with a gun yourself, so I have prepared a special hunt for you."
"Oh? Hunting. Ah... Damn war, I am so overwhelmed by business every day that I almost suffocate! The last time I went hunting was two years ago!"
"Hehe." Beria smiled happily, "You won't be disappointed. I hope your shooting skills are still accurate."
"Haha! Don't you know my shooting skills?"
How was Stalin's marksmanship? In fact, that's all. He had special skills in hunting when he was young.
Beria knew this fellow Georgian very well. In his early years, Stalin also attacked the Tsarist Russian authorities with guns, for which he was exiled seven times.
When Soviet Russia was established, Stalin no longer had to rush to the front line of combat. But he was still a soldier and was very eager to command millions of troops in combat.
His marksmanship is average, and he is only a little better than ordinary people when commanding a large army in battle.
However, there were too many people who flattered him. The last time Stalin personally participated in a hunting trip in the suburbs, he only managed to catch a turtle dove, and was praised by Beria as a sharpshooter who was always on target.
Of course, the leader's "feat" was also touted by "Pravda".
How could Stalin not know about his own insecurities? Since all his subordinates spoke sweetly, there must be no doubt about their loyalty to him.
Stalin knew very well what a pistol range looked like. He could tell at just one glance that the small range was only fifty meters deep.
Belekov's gun is a rifle, why was it tested at a pistol range?
Before Stalin could think clearly, he saw two furry things hanging on the wall on the other side.
Taking a closer look, they turned out to be two deer!
At this moment, he truly understood what Beria meant by "hunting".
"Comrade Beria, where did you get the deer you have now?"
"It's the outskirts. We completed the hunt yesterday."
"Oh? So you let me hunt again?"
Beria immediately explained: "No. I think it's too boring for you to aim at a wooden target and it's a waste of precious meat to bring a pig from the meat factory. There are some wild deer in the countryside that are suitable for shooting. I think shooting with bullets is too boring."
Hitting a deer carcass like this is like killing an enemy."
When Beria mentioned it, Stalin found it interesting. Looking closely, the limbs of the deer corpse were straightened, and the upper limbs were hung by ropes. The stretched length was almost two meters. This length is indeed closer to the height of the enemy soldiers.
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Stalin shrugged: "Let me take a look at the guns first. Are they all placed here?"
"Yes!"
Originally it was Yang Mingzhi's turn to do the introduction, but now it was Beria who introduced him personally.
What is an assault rifle and what is a squad light machine gun? Their basic structures were introduced by Beria himself.
Stalin listened with interest for a while.
"Okay, you don't have to say anymore, Comrade Berekov!" Stalin said loudly.
"Here we come!" Yang Mingzhi trotted all the way and stood in front of Stalin.
"Comrade Berekov, is this your new gun? Are you sure it's correct?"
"Yes!" At this moment, Yang Mingzhi was as submissive as a private soldier.
"You'd better check it again."
"okay."
What does Stalin mean by this? This old guy is holding his hands behind his back again. Is he suspicious? What should I be suspicious of?
Yang Mingzhi really didn't understand the reason for Stalin's caution. Maybe he still had doubts about himself, or was he just following his wishes?
Yang Mingzhi really didn’t understand.
There were many things that Stalin could not say out loud. After all, Beria's ambitions were getting bigger and bigger. Especially now, Beria was an important person responsible for the dispatching and production of the army.
Stalin vigorously promoted the young Uskinov and put him in charge of this area of affairs. He also promoted the security chief Merkulov, all in order to restrain his fellow countryman Beria.
He is really worried about Beria's manipulation!
Now Stalin really does not have absolute trust in Beria. As long as his fellow countrymen start to actively threaten his power status, how can he have complete trust?
He understood that if Beria had done anything wrong and the experiment he personally participated in went wrong even a little bit, he might be fine, and the future of Berekov, whom he promoted, would be in trouble.
Therefore, the firearm was carefully inspected in front of Stalin, and the receiver cover was even opened to confirm the structural integrity of the bolt.
Stalin himself observed carefully with his hands behind his back. It was really exciting to see the internal structure of an automatic rifle for the first time.
"Haha, Comrade Berekov. Your gun is really much more complicated than the Mosin Nagant."
"Yes, Comrade Stalin. It is a little more complicated. I just checked it. It is intact and can be used immediately."
Stalin nodded deeply, as if he fully understood what he meant, and quickly picked up the gun that Yang Mingzhi had just put down.
"Ah! You..."
"It's a good gun!" Stalin gently wiped the gun body and couldn't help praising it. "I like the appearance of the gun very much. Next, let's see how the shooting effect is."
"Ah! Next, I will teach you how to use it."
"No need." Stalin was already eager to try. He stuffed the magazine into the chamber of the gun, pulled the butt of the gun open and pressed it against his shoulder. His skillful movements did not look like he was using it for the first time!
"Comrade Stalin! You...do you already know how to operate it?"
"You don't need to be surprised." Stalin said confidently, "I have read the report on the new gun carefully, and I basically understand how to use it."
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi suddenly felt that Stalin had such a status because he was not good at using power. He was a soldier. Now wasn't he a soldier?
Yang Mingzhi let out a long sigh: "Then, I suggest you use semi-automatic mode and shoot like an SVT40. I hope you can quickly adapt to its recoil."