Yang Mingzhi got his new mission, and he couldn't help but sigh that this trip to Moscow was indeed a worthwhile trip.
Take a look at these documents, they are really so important to you.
Stalin issued an order to Yang Mingzhi to "do everything possible to produce new assault rifles." The production funds and material costs were all provided by the Novosibirsk authorities, because the document was signed by Stalin himself, and it was a death sentence that could not be disobeyed.
Order, Yang Mingzhi knew that Umov must supply it unconditionally.
Yang Mingzhi also noticed that the document itself had a major loophole.
Some of the wording in Stalin's orders were imprecise and even very simple. For example, when it came to the funding issue, which was supposed to be a top priority, Stalin simply meant "it's not enough for Umov to ask for money." So, what exactly is considered funding?
Not enough? Who has the final say?
After Yang Mingzhi got the document, he glanced at this paragraph and quickly thought of this ambiguous question.
What did Stalin mean? Just ask him. If he is negligent, he should be corrected immediately.
But wait! Maybe, this is Stalin’s purpose?
Soon, the arsenal under the Pripyat Weapons Design Bureau began production. According to this order, the costs of the arsenal were provided by the Novosibirsk government. There was no figure for how much was needed. Yang Mingzhi realized
Yes, how much supplies the factory needs depends entirely on your own words.
This is the so-called Party B who needs to pay extra for services, and Party A has to pay. Party B has the final say on how much or how little of the funds should be used.
If Party A trusts Party B and Party B also works seriously, this situation is acceptable to both parties, but corruption is easily caused here.
Stalin was a man who was shrewd and good at using power, and Yang Mingzhi was not stupid. He had to think more about this issue. After all, those who dared to commit corruption during the war were simply sentenced to death.
Yang Mingzhi currently has no more ideas about the completion and production of the factory.
He optimistically estimated that the factory would be completed in mid-October at the earliest. As for the assigned workers, they would probably arrive by the end of October.
Let's be realistic! We can't expect the factory to produce hundreds of assault rifles a day once it's officially completed.
Yang Mingzhi’s most optimistic estimate is that the factory will be able to produce smoothly and stably by the end of this month. At that time, production will begin. Yang Mingzhi doesn’t know how much production capacity the factory can have. However, if many factories OEM parts, his own
The factory becomes a huge assembly workshop, and the output will be amazing.
Yang Mingzhi put the documents with Stalin's seal and signature into his bag. It was almost 12 o'clock in the morning, and then he returned to the ground where he had been away for a long time.
As soon as he reached the ground, his lazy spirit was instantly chilled by the cold wind outside.
At this time, he was the only one who arrived on the ground, accompanied by two officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Purkayev and Konev, both of whom were still underground, as were Stalin and Zhukov.
Among the participants, he was the only one who returned to the ground. Maybe they were still having a small meeting?
Yang Mingzhi didn't think much about it. After all, there were three generals underground. One made the battle plan, and the other two were the direct executors of the battle. This was a matter related to the life and death of two million soldiers. Let's plan and discuss it for the sake of the battle.
, it is not an exaggeration to hold another day of meetings. However, the new meeting must be purely for the discussion and revision of strategies and tactics, which has nothing to do with me.
Yang Mingzhi woke up quickly when he reached the ground. After a while, he saw his guard Grishenko in the hall of the small building.
"Ah! Comrade Grishenko, have you been waiting quietly since the afternoon until now?" Yang Mingzhi asked with concern.
"No, sir. I have been resting in the Lubyanka building and I just came back two hours ago."
"Okay. Let's go now. I'm very tired. Let's go back to the hotel and sleep."
"Yes, the car is parked outside."
Late at night in Moscow, there are no citizens wandering around on the road. Only some patrol teams continue to patrol in the cold, so the only people wandering around the city are soldiers.
Yang Mingzhi got into the Jeep and clutched his briefcase tightly.
Grishenko just focused on driving. He didn't ask anything, as if the fact that the commander went underground had nothing to do with him. In fact, it had nothing to do with Grishenko. After all, his job was to be a guard.
, that’s all. If you ask questions that you shouldn’t ask, that’s courting death.
Therefore, the smart Grishenko understood the principle of "don't ask what you shouldn't know" and avoided being suspected of being a German spy.
This low-key behavior made Yang Mingzhi very curious.
"Grishenko, I can trust you."
"Ah? Yes! Yes..." The officer's sudden words made Gryshenko confused, and upon closer inspection, he became worried.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "The leader gave me some tasks. Now there are only you and me in the car. I tell you frankly that the documents in the document package are very important to me. Your job is to protect my safety. Now also
These documents must be kept secure."
Grishenko's heart skipped a beat, and then he quickly said: "Yes! Sir! I will protect you with my life."
"Very good, I will have some important activities tomorrow, and maybe some non-important activities, and you will have to accompany me then."
"As you command!"
"Ah~" Yang Mingzhi yawned deeply and said lazily: "According to the plan, we will take the military train back on the afternoon of the 8th. We still have two days to go shopping in Moscow."
"Sir, do you need a tour guide?"
"You have been working and living in Moscow for a long time. How about you serving as a tour guide? Oh, by the way, where did you get this car?"
"It's a bus from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I'll take you back to the hotel and send it back."
"Okay. It seems that Beria still takes good care of me."
Yang Mingzhi had a wry smile when he spoke, but Gryshenko did not realize this.
Grishenko boasts that he is now following the legendary General Belekov, which is really thanks to the cultivation of his boss Beria in the organization. Grishenko knows very well that the general stayed underground for nearly twelve hours, and they were planning a plan.
Grishenko had already guessed quite clearly what kind of battle it was going to be. As a smart man, he didn't say a word.
He can be more clear about one thing: if Grishenko, an orphan, works well with Berekov, he is likely to serve as a relatively senior military officer in the future.
Therefore, being able to serve as Belekov's subordinate is considered a favor from Beria. Grishenko considers this a favor.
In fact, it was not the case. It was entirely because he, Grishenko, was not an important figure in the organization. In a sense, he was squeezed out.
How to spend the two days before returning? Yang Mingzhi has already planned and formed arrangements.
Based on Stalin's order to contact the headquarters of the remaining troops in Perm on the new day, the call was then transferred to the old subordinates.
When Yang Mingzhi returned to the hotel, he did not chat with Doblov who had been waiting for a long time. Even all topics related to the meeting were taboo.
After all, Dobrov is not a fool. If a small role like himself knew about highly confidential military matters, he would probably be arrested and shot.
Neither of them mentioned that this would be the case, but through the exchange of glances, the two of them knew it tacitly.
Only by staying in the hotel did Yang Mingzhi's complicated heart finally settle down.
And what about Zhukov? His time is extremely precious. According to his arrangement, after the meeting, he will rest for an extra morning, and in the evening, he will take a special plane and fly back to Stalingrad to continue his command. Zhukov can be said to come and go in a hurry.
, dealing with truly amazing strategic matters.
In fact, by now, Yang Mingzhi no longer needs to stay in Moscow. He can immediately return to Novosibirsk to implement the tasks assigned by Stalin.
Before that, he still had some personal things to do. After all, Moscow is a big city. The city has always been turned into a military camp, and the Soviet Union is always short of supplies. Yang Mingzhi believes that he will be able to buy more in the city.
It's a rare thing. He doesn't use it for himself, but he also wants to fulfill his promise to the two girls.
Furthermore, when returning to Novosibirsk, they did not just evacuate with Dobrov, Grishenko, and some personal belongings. This time they also took Fedorov’s gangster Kalashnikov with them.
Yes, it is the extremely young and amazingly talented Kalashnikov, who currently lives in the same villa as Fedorov.
According to Yang Mingzhi's own plan, he would get on the return train around the afternoon of October 8. He also felt that he would stop in the small town of Ocher, and even stay in Perm, so this return trip
The journey is never boring.
For a tired person, time seems to pass quickly.
Yang Mingzhi, who had been highly nervous, finally relaxed and slept until noon.
When he woke up, he found that Grishenko had returned a long time ago and was even sitting quietly on the bench in the room, just sitting quietly.
"Oh? Did I sleep for too long?" Yang Mingzhi rubbed his temples and stood up slowly.
"Yes, sir."
"You should wake me up early, there are important things to do today."
"But……"
"Forget it, I don't blame you." Yang Mingzhi looked left and right, then asked: "Where is Dobroff?"
"He...he is in the living room on the first floor. In the morning, a man who claimed to be Fedorov's student came to visit you. Dobrov was talking to him while you were resting."
"So are you leaving now?"
"No! Still chatting."
It was Kalashnikov! Yang Mingzhi quickly changed his clothes, washed briefly and left the room.
The young Kaspersky has great room for development. Of course, his success also has many accidental factors.
The Soviet military industry has a huge number of wizards. In any weapons tender, a large number of design bureaus will come up with their own products to compete. In the end, only a few will be favored by their superiors. This does not mean that Helix's products are inferior, quite the opposite.
, the failure of certain weapons is precisely because they are not suitable for the times, for example, they cannot adapt to the huge consumption during the war.
Kaspersky’s understanding of ordnance is very simple, and he invests as little material and time as possible to manufacture the most sophisticated and best-performing weapons. This concept is actually the same as that of Ustinov, who has long controlled the research and development and manufacturing of Soviet ordnance now and in the future.
Conspiring together.
In fact, Yang Mingzhi has the same concept of weapons. So-called high-precision and cutting-edge weapons must have huge investment costs. They are only suitable for small-scale local wars. If there is a world war now, the output of weapons is the most important.
This was the first time Yang Mingzhi and Kalashnikov had lunch together.
The young Kaspersky seemed very reserved, but Yang Mingzhi's mood was so complicated.
On the dinner plate, there are a few slices of bread, a few slices of bacon, and a bowl of beetroot soup. In extraordinary times, the standard of food provided in Moscow has to be downgraded. Even so, there is bread and bacon.
A simple and sumptuous meal.
Furthermore, this meal was paid for by Yang Mingzhi, which made Kalashnikov, who had eaten too many potatoes in the past year, deeply feel the generosity of the young general in front of him.
"Are you drinking?" Yang Mingzhi suddenly asked.
"No...no."
"Hesitation means wanting it, it doesn't matter." Yang Mingzhi called the waiter with a snap of his fingers and ordered a bottle of red wine.
There were all kinds of people gathered in the huge restaurant, including many British and Americans who were working in Moscow. Although the embassies of both countries had moved to Kuibyshev on the Volga River, some people still had to stay in Moscow.
Almost all of them were civil servants, and there were many reporters. The appearance of a Soviet officer with an oriental face immediately attracted their attention. Of course, it was just attention.
Today, Yang Mingzhi is dressed in a flamboyant manner. Logically, he should be more low-key, but he learned that Kalashnikov actually paid a visit in person. To show respect, is there any reason not to wear all the medals?
Kalashnikov couldn't help but become nervous, as if the general wanted to impress him.
Now, the atmosphere has become very delicate.
Yang Mingzhi deeply remembered the glorious life of the Ka family in that plane, while the young Ka family in this plane saw the illustrious military exploits of the young general.
After both of them clinked glasses cautiously, Yang Mingzhi was the first to talk about the key issue.
"Now, all matters for my trip to Moscow have been successfully completed. In the next six months, you will become a member of my design bureau, and I welcome you to join."
"Yes... Comrade General, that's why I'm here to visit you today."
"Oh, Comrade Fedorov, it seems that he has fully supported it. I heard that you talked with Comrade Dobrov for a long time this morning?"
"Yes." When this question was mentioned, the young Kaspersky immediately became energetic and began to talk eloquently.
His words were full of admiration for Dobroff, and even more happy prospects: "Maybe as your student, I will be as good as that."
"Ah?" Yang Mingzhi felt doubly embarrassed when he said this, and he quickly said: "You are not my student, and I am not your teacher. We should be friends."
"Friend?" Now it was Kalashnikov's turn to feel uncomfortable. He didn't know why General Berekov valued him so much.
Indeed, the young Kaskov invented some weapons and received local praise. At most, he was recognized by the old Fedorov, and that was all his achievements. He guessed that the general might have given his teacher
In relation to Fedorov, you need to take more care of yourself.
But Kas doesn't like this feeling of being given special care. As a young man, he hopes to use his own hands and talents to achieve meritorious deeds, rather than relying on his influence to rise because he is a disciple of a celebrity.
Kaoshi thought for a while and said cautiously: "Thank you for treating me as a friend. Even so, we will essentially have a superior-subordinate relationship."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged: "That's true."
"Then I come to work in your design bureau, how will you arrange my work?"
"What about this?" Yang Mingzhi picked up his chin and pondered, and suddenly an idea flashed across his face.
Compared with Kalashnikov, Yang Mingzhi always felt that Dobrov under his command was not as high as him. This was also because Dobrov was too young and lacked experience. Therefore, if Dobrov and Kalashnikov were to earn,
Maybe you will suffer a loss. Then, it is not too late to choose to change careers.
"Comrade, I know that you have been developing firearms yourself and have achieved certain success. How about this? The factories under my design bureau need technical leaders. There will be a factory dedicated to producing new assault rifles. How about you serve as the director of this factory?
?”
"Ah?!" Happiness came so suddenly that Kaoshi choked for words.
"That's it! I trust your ability. You don't have to worry about anything. Although a factory is actually a small workshop twenty times larger in size. You have the talent for design and you can open various
Lathe, I heard you also know how to weld, you are truly a rare comprehensive talent in the alliance."
Hearing Yang Mingzhi's praise, Karasnik felt embarrassed.
Kaoshi finally made his choice: "Okay, I will be a qualified factory director, and I will not let down your cultivation."
"Then drink this glass of wine, for our best future!" After saying that, Yang Mingzhi raised the goblet...