Through flags and whistles, the soldiers in the pit behind the target knew that target shooting was over.
The short target shooting time gave this soldier a huge psychological stimulus. Isn't today's test a new rifle and a light machine gun? How come the firepower is equivalent to a heavy machine gun? The soldier has been huddled in the pit, in a small area directly above it.
It's exactly where the bullets hit intensively.
The weather has been relatively dry for the past few days, and the bullets have caused dust to fly. When the soldier stood up, his first action was to wipe the thick dust off his body.
He then climbed out of the pit and saw to his surprise that the target was filled with bullet holes.
"What kind of weapon is this...?"
A soldier's heart was shocked, but he was just a soldier.
He did not dare to neglect, and suddenly pulled out the target iron rod that was deeply embedded in the soil, and then dragged the entire target towards the shooting point of the shooting range.
Not long after, the soldiers dragged the target in front of the shooter and even Stalin himself.
The target arrived, and everyone onlookers succumbed to their curiosity and gathered around.
Fedorov and several of the most professional firearms engineers were unafraid of Stalin's aura and went directly to the target. Of course, Stalin also needed explanations from these experts.
The target was placed flat on the ground. The scene shocked onlookers, even the gun shooter and the shooter himself.
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but adjust his glasses and saw this steel plate human target, which itself was a running human figure. The steel plate was densely covered with bullet holes. What's even crazier is that around the bullet holes, the steel plate was also concave.
Go down.
Anyone with a discerning eye can clearly see that the bullet still retains a strong kinetic energy after flying four hundred meters. It is true that the bullet penetrated a three-millimeter steel plate and also brought huge pressure to the surrounding steel plates.
Stalin was excited about this situation and gave Ustinov an urgent order: "Hurry up, count how many bullet holes there are."
By now, Voroshilov knew that his bet had been lost. This was the fact, and he could only express regret.
However, after seeing this astonishing scene, it was indeed a worthwhile trip to go to the remote shooting range of the Ministry of Internal Affairs early in the morning.
Yang Mingzhi squatted next to the target, and soon Ustinov squatted next to him with a surprised look on his face.
"Comrade Berekov, you have achieved great success. Now, we have to count the bullet holes."
"Yes! I'm very excited now, let's do the statistics together."
The two men squatted down, and soon, more people gathered around them.
Several senior leaders of the Soviet Union and the most famous firearms design experts completely lowered their bodies and stood in a circle around the steel target.
Ustinov was ordered to count the bullet holes, but when he reached the fiftieth count, he suddenly hesitated.
"Oops!"
"What's the matter with you, comrade?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Your hit rate is too high, I...I got confused in counting. Forget it, count again."
Stalin kept watching, looking at the steel plate at close range. He suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. He didn't know that this was a normal reaction of the so-called "intense fear". After he calmed down, he also visually counted the bullet holes. Soon
Dizzy again.
After a lot of effort, Ustinov completed the final statistics after following the order.
The data came out, and it was shocking data.
There were beads of sweat on Ustinov's forehead. He stood up and nervously reported to Stalin: "Report to Comrade Leader, the number of bullet holes..."
"How much is the quantity? Tell me quickly!"
"There are one hundred and nineteen!"
"What? Say it again?"
"It's one hundred and nineteen."
"So many?!" Stalin couldn't believe this crazy number for a while.
Voroshilov also couldn't believe it, because this completely subverted his cognition, so he said more: "Are the numbers reliable? You counted it twice and still got it wrong. One hundred and fifty hits.
So many, maybe you should count them again."
Originally, Stalin thought that this number was already very good, but maybe there were flaws in it?
Stalin wanted to be more perfect, so he ordered Ustinov and Berekov to make another statistics together.
To say that Yang Mingzhi was more intelligent, he did achieve results with his firearms that were terrifying in the eyes of others. For him, the results were indeed excellent, but not amazing.
After all, in another time and space, the accuracy of the squad's light machine gun at a short range of 400 meters was astonishing. Only when the bullets were fired continuously did the bullets become more and more erratic. The only thing that excited Yang Mingzhi was that he had completed an extremely successful recovery.
carve.
Yang Mingzhi thought of a trick. After all, the fired bullet casings were scattered on the ground. He inserted the empty bullet casings into the bullet holes. Just by seeing how many bullet casings had not been inserted, he could get the accurate hit rate.
In the end, there were still thirty bullet casings left on the grass. The facts proved something even crazier: Ustinov was clearly outnumbered.
The astonishing fact is before everyone. After firing 150 rounds of bullets, the hit rate at 400 meters was as high as 80%. Moreover, after flying 400 meters, the steel-core bullet could penetrate a three-millimeter steel plate.
The squad light machine gun and the ammunition used in it are not only extremely accurate, but the killing power is no less than that of the Mosin Nagant!
Stalin was in a state of excitement, and so were everyone else.
Everyone was actually looking at Stalin's attitude. They saw the Supreme Leader of the Soviet Union happily approaching the legendary General Belekov, and a pair of hands with huge power slapped the general on the shoulder.
Yang Mingzhi bore the weight of his fall firmly. Looking at Stalin's face, he fully understood that he had succeeded.
"Comrade Berekov! Thank you for developing amazing firearms for our great Soviet motherland. You let me see the miracle today."
"Comrade Stalin...you...maybe I..." At this moment, Yang Mingzhi was flattered.
"Haha, you don't have to be nervous! I am very satisfied with your two new guns, and I think other comrades are also satisfied." After saying that, Stalin looked at Ustinov: "How is it? Are you satisfied now?"
"I am very satisfied, Comrade Stalin." Ustinov pretended to be cautious: "Perhaps we need further experiments. One hundred and fifty rounds of bullets can explain the problem is limited, and we need further experiments. General from Novosibirsk
We brought a batch of bullets for experiments, and we can finish them."
"Oh? Is this still necessary? I think the experiment of the new gun is over here. Next, we have to carry out large-scale production."
"This!" Ustinov didn't want to offend Stalin, but he was one of the key figures responsible for the production of weapons across the alliance. No matter how good Berekov's new weapon was, whether it could be mass-produced did require further work.
inspection.
At this moment, Ustinov became bold: "Comrade Stalin, we still need to consider the cost issue whether the new gun can be mass-produced. We still need to study this matter."
"Is there anything else to study?" Stalin frowned instantly, his serious expression making people fearful. Then he asked Yang Mingzhi: "Comrade Berekov, tell me, the time to produce an assault rifle is unprecedented.
How about Cinagan?”
"This... is faster than Mosin Nagant."
"How about a submachine gun?"
Yang Mingzhi was also responsible for this matter: "Compared to Bobosha, the speed may be the same."
"Very good, I believe you." Stalin nodded and looked at Ustinov again, "Now that the inventor of the firearm has made it very clear, don't question anything. I have decided now that Comrade Belekov's new
The gun range experiment was completely successful. You are the key person in charge of weapons production. I will give you five days to come up with a mass production plan! Do you understand?"
"I...I understand! I will complete these very well."
Ustinov's answer was a bit feeble. Of course he was very happy to see the dense bullet holes on the steel plate, and he also disliked Stalin's arbitrary decision. In fact, he felt that the mass production of Yang Mingzhi's new gun was not a big problem, but he just didn't like Stalin.
I made a major decision without listening to my own opinions and those of other experts, without even letting those experts say a few words.
What could happen when things got to this point? Stalin's supreme commander's orders were absolute. All he had to do was get together with other comrades and come up with a reliable mass production plan for Stalin on October 6.
It seems that the shooting range experiment is over, but this is not the case.
Two squads of machine guns and four assault rifles were left at the shooting range. Ustinov insisted on staying and further conducted target shooting experiments with a group of experts until the ammunition prepared for this experiment was exhausted.
Stalin did not embarrass this young and promising man under his command, and he was satisfied with his sense of responsibility and pragmatism. Besides, when Stalin calmed down, he felt that his decision was somewhat arbitrary.
However, the military order has been issued, and the mass production of new guns must be implemented.
The performance of the new gun on the shooting range is amazing. As Ustinov emphasized, whether mass production can be achieved depends on factors such as cost. Stalin cautiously felt that he must prepare for the worst, if
What should I do if those guys still have objections? Mass production is necessary, after all, I gave the order at once. But I did not specify the quantity of mass production. In this case, whether to produce 10,000 units or 100,000 units, this is what will be discussed in future meetings.
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For Stalin, what happened on October 1st was not particularly important. After experiencing this incident, his new gun was much better and his mental pressure was relieved.
Stalin never told Yang Mingzhi that he had been worried about the stalemate war in the Don and Volga areas for several months and had become a little depressed.
Today, he was so energetic that he simply invited Yang Mingzhi to have dinner with him at the Kremlin.
Can I refuse such an invitation?
In the end, Yang Mingzhi did not say a few words to Ustinov. He only got into the car with Grishenko. As for the young Dobrov, he stayed at the shooting range to replace himself as Ustinov who insisted on continuing the test.
Zinov and others explained.
Everyone had their own tasks, and Yang Mingzhi was given the great honor to sit in Stalin's special car, even sitting side by side.
Nowadays, Yang Mingzhi no longer thinks that Stalin is an aloof and unattainable person.
Stalin was a person who, even if he was in a high position, would not care about his own image because of his excitement.
No, Stalin became a bit talkative along the way. The firearms experiment gave him great mental stimulation, and he became very talkative.
The questions he asked were nothing more than a few key points, including the production time and cost of firearms.
He asked about one thing in particular: "After this trip to Moscow, after you return to Novosibirsk, your factory should also be put into production. I intend to let your factory specialize in the production of assault rifles. Tell me, if a
The factory is operating at full capacity, how much output can you produce in a month?"
How to answer?
Yang Mingzhi had already had this idea and hoped to find an opportunity to talk to Stalin about it in person. Unexpectedly, it was Stalin who proposed it first. Yang Mingzhi quickly said: "Two hundred tubes a day, this kind of production capacity can basically be guaranteed
But in the first month of production, the technical level of the workers is relatively unfamiliar. Perhaps in the second month, the monthly production capacity can equip an infantry division."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure."
"Very good." Stalin nodded deeply, "Six thousand a month, I understand."
At this point, Stalin said nothing more. Yang Mingzhi hoped that Stalin would say something more talkative, but he never expected that the old guy next to him suddenly became silent. This seriousness made people panic.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the motorcade entered the Red Square. During this period, Stalin also simply ate some bread, which the Soviets never tired of eating, even if the bread was a bit hard.
Yang Mingzhi would eventually return to the hotel after dinner, after which he rested for a while in a room in the Grand Kremlin Palace and even took a shower.
The resident professional barber in the palace gave Yang Mingzhi a clean, round shave according to Yang Mingzhi's request. He also shaved off all the stubble on his face and chin, and even cleaned his nose hair.
Therefore, when Yang Mingzhi appeared again in Stalin's private dining room according to the agreed meal, Stalin felt that the young Berekov was even more energetic.
"Haha! Comrade Berekov, why did I almost shave your head when I ordered someone to give you a haircut? It seems that Sergey is not a good barber."
"No! Comrade Stalin, this is my request."
"It's strange that you are a little younger than our son, but you don't take care of your hair? You are not fifty yet? I can see your scalp now. You'd better sit down first, the dishes are still here
If you don't come up, please tell me carefully why you need to shave your hair like this."
"I……"
"Don't tell me, let me think about it. Ah... good generals always shave their heads. It seems that you are still relatively modest and have not shaved your head completely."
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi could not imagine why Stalin suddenly pointed at his hair style. Indeed, after a month, he really gritted his teeth and stamped his feet to get rid of his hair.
After all, he is a man, and a piece of soap is enough to clean his hair. Very short hair is the easiest to take care of. His original intention of doing this is really for the convenience of cleaning, and at the same time to cover up his hair loss caused by long-term hard work and even lack of supplies and malnutrition in the swamp.