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Chapter 1821 it's cold

After having dinner with Stalin, Yang Mingzhi took a special car back to the "Moscow Hotel" not far from the corner of the Red Square.

He met Grishenko and Dobrov again, whom he had been waiting for a long time.

The two of them were also very knowledgeable, and they never asked what other encounters the director had in the Kremlin. They were just concerned about the director's health and advised him to take an early rest.

Yes! It’s time to take a good rest! Before Zhukov’s arrival, this tired body finally had time to rest.

Yang Mingzhi was lying on the soft bed and asked his "roommate" Dobroff directly: "What happened between you and them at the shooting range? Have all ten drums been shot?"

"Yes! Comrade Director." When he mentioned this, Dobroff, who had been tired for a long time, suddenly became energetic again.

The lights had been turned off, and Dobroff was sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt at night, talking happily about the afternoon's events.

After all the bullets that had been prepared were fired, the three targets prepared later became densely packed with holes again.

"Maybe those guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs don't have better control than you, the director. They all operate light machine guns, and their level is not as good as yours. Even so, after loading scattered bullets, the final hit of more than a thousand bullets

The rate is still very amazing.”

"Where are the specific data?"

"Well, at a distance of four hundred meters, the hit rate is 60%, at a distance of two hundred meters, it is 90%, and at a distance of one hundred meters, it is 98%. It is obviously the first time they use our new light machine gun. If they train well,

I can reach your level.”

Under the night, Yang Mingzhi was lying on his back with a smile on his face.

"Dobrov, did you see Ustinov's expression?"

"He is very happy, and our colleagues, everyone is very happy."

"Where is the eldest Fedorov?"

"He was very happy. By the way!" Dobroff immediately explained one thing, "The old man took an assault rifle and showed it to a young man who was one or two years older than me. It was in the morning, and

The young man you spoke to."

"Oh! It's him, his surname is Kalashnikov Dobrov!"

"arrive!"

"Soon, he will be your colleague. He is a promising firearms shooting talent, just like you, he is a talent."

"Yes...yes..." Dobroff, who was originally excited, suddenly hesitated.

How can you not be jealous? After all, Dobrov is in his early twenties and has very limited life experience, so his whole person is inevitably a bit childish.

Belekov is his boss, and he regards him as a close brother. He is the most important person who can guide the future direction of his life.

But it happened that such a person unexpectedly became interested in another unknown young man.

How talented that Kalashnikov was, I couldn't tell anyway.

Dobroff did not express his displeasure, and Yang Mingzhi did not notice the change in his subordinates' mood.

Yang Mingzhi continued: "I hope you can become very good friends with him and cherish the present! The world is yours and ours. In the final analysis, it is still you. That Kalashnikov was specially recommended to me by Fedorov

, I believe in that person’s talent, but it’s a pity that that young man will go to the military academy for further studies in half a year.”

Hearing this, Dobroff breathed a sigh of relief. But then he thought about it, he is really awesome.

First he was promoted by Fedorov, the master of Soviet small arms, and then he was qualified to study in a military academy. The future for this kind of person is really bright.

At this moment, Dobroff felt somewhat disappointed. What do he have now? If it were not for the promotion of the director, he would be just the most ordinary researcher. Being ordinary can be a little lucky at any time. Fortunately, the country took a fancy to his mind, so he was not sent

Go to the front line and serve as a soldier.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Dobroff, I don't have any plans tomorrow. I will sleep in the hotel until noon. If you are fine, you can continue to rest for me."

"Okay...okay."

Yang Mingzhi slept peacefully this time, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he quickly fell asleep.

This night, Stalin slept later than usual.

Since his wife committed suicide, Stalin has not renewed his relationship. With his son going to the battlefield, he has truly become a loner. Maybe he is not really alone, and he still has power as his companion.

The dinner incident made him toss and turn. General Berekov suddenly spoke in a sloppy manner. It seemed that what he said was incomprehensible. In fact, he was doing something stupid about the future.

It seems to be just a Chinese proverb? The literal meaning is that it is impossible to get two treasures at the same time, and people have to make choices.

This is just the surface.

The bear represents the forests and fish in the north, and it undoubtedly represents the Volga River and even the Black Sea in the south.

Perhaps Belekov was worried that the walls had ears, so he deliberately kept his words vague.

It was very obvious that Berekov was not optimistic about the Soviet army launching a large-scale strategic counteroffensive in the north. He did not bluntly say that the Soviet army would fail, but vaguely stated that failure was a high probability. However, he also proposed a set of defenses.

method.

There are no prophets, only some excellent strategists who will speculate on the direction of the war based on the existing situation. He, Belekov, is not a genius, nor does he have the ability to understand the future. Nor is a magician like Rasputin real.

Miraculously, that guy gained the Tsar's trust simply because he knew how to treat hemophilia and some luck.

Stalin didn't think too much, and he didn't even dare to think about certain things.

After tossing and turning, Stalin finally sighed on the couch.

If Berekov's opinions were always like this, Zhukov would never agree to it. After all, Zhukov was the first to propose the battle idea of ​​annihilating the German troops in Vyazma in one go, and he agreed to implement it.

Could it be that Belekov, a lieutenant general, could still convince a marshal who had experienced hundreds of battles with just one mouth? How is it possible?

For a moment, Stalin felt a little worried about the prospects of future battles. As a leader with an iron will, his worries only lasted for a brief moment from his couch.

He fell asleep, and when he woke up at ten o'clock the next day, his previous worries had almost been forgotten.

Therefore, both sides in the war made troop deployments and campaign plans based on existing intelligence. There were bound to be many omissions in the collection of plans, and mistakes were inevitable. Compared with the German army, the Soviet army had more manpower and material resources, and they were more error-tolerant.

The margin is larger.

Generally speaking, by October 2, Stalin was very much looking forward to Zhukov's arrival. He still had confidence in victory for another battle in the north in the future.

Stalin changed his clothes and went to have lunch at the call of his personal nanny. As soon as he opened the closed wooden door, a cold air hit the store.

The climate suddenly became colder.

Stalin couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the hazy sky. At this time, another gust of north wind blew.

The cold north wind rustled the tall pine trees around the villa, the world was gray, and a chilling feeling hit the heart of the Supreme Leader of the Soviet Union. His ignited fighting spirit was like being poured cold water on him. At the same time, this

The coldness also made him aware of another problem.

There are many proverbs in ancient Russia, such as one about the weather.

As the saying goes, "If you feel cold, it's just because you're not wearing the right clothes."

How are the soldiers fighting in Stalingrad doing now? A cold wave is obviously heading south. Even if it is the south, the temperature should drop sharply!

What about the distribution of winter clothing and warm military boots to the entire army? How many of the hundreds of pairs of cotton boots promised by the Americans arrived? How many furs did Siberia send? How much wool did Kazakhstan send?

It can be said that Stalin was not an excellent combat command expert, at least he was more self-aware in this regard than the Austrian corporal.

Compared with the corporal, Stalin did have a very deep understanding of the criticality of logistics materials to victory in an important matter related to the operation of the army.

To this day, Stalin works in the Kremlin every day, and there is always a pile of documents in front of his desk that need to be signed.

Among them, there are quite a few documents about the needs of the commanders of various front armies for supplies and soldiers.

Do they need new recruits? Sign up.

They need a lot of food? Sign up.

After signing this, another document was drafted and sent to the Ural region, Siberia, and even Central Asia and Kazakhstan, ordering them to increase training plans for new recruits, etc.

In this regard, Stalin was very rational. As the saying goes, if the people in the rear tightened their belts and lived on potatoes every day, they could supply more military rations and cloth to the front line.

He is so concerned about this aspect.

Even before the war broke out, there were plenty of signs that the German army might launch a full-scale war against the Soviet Union around the summer solstice.

Stalin believed that Germany would attack, but he still did not believe that the German army would actually attack in June.

Stalin had many reasons for disbelief, one of which is quite telling.

In early 1941, Beria submitted a secret report to Stalin, alleging that Germany was expropriating sheep in France and the occupied areas of Central Europe, and even the wool in the warehouses in the occupied areas. At that time, the negotiations between the Soviet Union and Germany were already quite stiff, so only two

Within months, the Soviet army began large-scale conscription.

War between the two countries is inevitable, but the leaders of both sides tacitly understand it, and even pretend to be confused.

Stalin only hoped that the war could be postponed until 1942. He was so sure of this that one of the factors was that it would take time for Germany to turn wool into millions of wool coats!

If the German army attacks in the summer, they will inevitably face the Russian winter. If there is not enough warm clothing, it is very likely that the German army will suffer the same pain as Napoleon in 1812. Therefore, the University of St. Petersburg believes that they have missed the best offensive period in 1941.

, therefore, they should place the day of attack in the spring of 1942.

At that time, many people's commissars, including Stalin, did not believe that the German army would attack prematurely. If it could fight Germany desperately in diplomacy and make Germany miss the entire summer, then the Soviet Union would surely survive the final battle before the war.

A peaceful winter. Taking advantage of nearly a year, the Soviet army has completed the basic replacement of ordnance. The millions of regular troops waiting in readiness can further strengthen the defense system!

As a result, Stalin and his close comrades did not expect that the Austrian corporal had no intention of fighting the Soviet army in the winter.

Another winter has arrived. After the winter of 1942, what kind of war awaits the Soviet Union in 1943? Perhaps, the German troops attacking Stalingrad will be frozen by ice and snow again. Perhaps, after attacking Vyazma,

On the same day, the German troops on guard would have their ears and eyelids frozen off one after another.

Stalin finally put on a Cossack velvet hat that was very warm against the cold. One of his bodyguards claimed that the temperature outside had dropped to minus two degrees.

Upon hearing this figure, Stalin suddenly felt that the situation seemed very serious!

After eating a simple lunch, he ordered his bodyguard to use the villa's phone to contact the Western Front headquarters directly. He then ordered Konev, the commander of the Western Front, to answer the phone in the name of the leader of the Soviet Union.

The series of personnel changes in the Soviet army have nothing to do with Yang Mingzhi.

Early in the morning, Yang Mingzhi was still sleeping soundly. It was not until noon that he actually got out of bed and went to the hotel restaurant to enjoy a lunch tailor-made for him.

While sitting in the restaurant, sipping red cabbage soup and eating sour bread, he already had plans for the afternoon.

Just in time, young Dobroff asked about this matter.

"In the afternoon, we have to go to the Lenin Komsomol office in Moscow."

"Ah? Where are you going? Am I going to report there after I arrive in Moscow?!" As he said that, Dobrov couldn't help but button his badge a few times.

"Oh!" Yang Mingzhi raised his head slightly: "I forgot about you. It's okay, you go there to report, I also want to ask them to find out someone for me."

"who is it?"

"Who is it? Who else can it be?!" Yang Mingzhi suddenly became excited, "It's Speroskina who was introduced in the newspaper in a large section. I think I must know the exact address where she lives now."

"Okay, but do you know the way?"

"That's no problem. I'll ask Grishenko to lead the way. Now you and I take the time to eat. It looks like the north wind is blowing outside. After dinner, we go back to the room and change into a set of thick clothes."

Regarding this matter, Yang Mingzhi felt that it would not be a wise move to go to Captain Lalin for help.

It is very likely that he is busy with important matters, and it is even difficult to contact him. But there is a capable personal guard around him, Grishenko, a young man who has been working in Moscow for a long time. After all, he knows the location of many institutions left behind in Moscow.

However, Yang Mingzhi consciously knew very well the conditions of the neighborhoods in this area.

After all, a large layout map of the city hangs in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. It is clearly used to help international guests check in. In this time and space without GPS, the usefulness of the map is unquestionable.

Yang Mingzhi did not find the location of the Moscow office of the Lenin Communist Youth League. The reason was that the map had not been updated. The headquarters of the Lenin Communist Youth League marked on it had now been removed from the building, and several anti-aircraft guns were installed on the roof.

However, through two streets, I can turn to Komsomolskaya Street and walk five kilometers southwest along this road, which is where I lived in Moscow a month ago. That area was also the area most seriously injured during the special bombing.

.

"Now, the traces of the explosion there should be cleaned up, and all the rubble and rotten wood in Gorky Cultural Square should also be cleared away? It shouldn't be a bad thing to go there and have a look on a cold day." Yang Mingzhi thought so, strongly

Curiosity drove him to ignore the severe cold, just hoping to see whether the Soviet Union's "wound healing" ability was truly outstanding after experiencing a special and severe bombing.

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