"Ah! Let's talk about something more relaxed first." Yang Mingzhi sat up straight and clapped his hands: "We have plenty of time to talk about military matters in the afternoon and even in the evening. Now, I will accept my entourage first."
Yang Mingzhi immediately introduced the young Kalashnikov, the younger Dobrov, and Grishenko wearing a blue hat.
These three people also generously reported their identities.
"Haha, Comrade General, it seems you have found a new Abram." Balzen joked.
"Maybe, but Grishenko is more reliable." Yang Mingzhi said this deliberately, just to make Grishenko happy.
Since he left the swamp, Abram and a dozen other people who were originally dedicated to guarding him have become full-time guards of Yevlov.
Balzen had a keen eye for the blue-hatted Grishchenko. As for the other technicians, Balzen felt that he might not be in the same league as their senior intellectuals. It was just like when he was in the swamp, he was with the arsenal and the design bureau.
There is no intersection with those people.
Now, Yang Mingzhi glanced at Natasha a few more times, looking at her extremely excited expression.
"My dear, I originally planned to visit you in person, but I never thought you would come by yourself in military uniform."
"Because today is an important day, isn't it." The girl smiled sweetly, and this smile was so comfortable.
"It is indeed an important day. My dear, I also brought you some gifts."
"Ah?! A gift?"
Yang Mingzhi immediately signaled to Grishenko to carry the three linen bags onto the table one by one.
"Look, these are gifts for you."
Yang Mingzhi redefined what "a little gift" means. Natasha, who was standing aside, was so surprised that her whole body trembled.
"Natasha, guess what's there?" Yang Mingzhi said deliberately.
"Well, they are all good things. You can't buy them in the Perm store."
"You're right." After saying that, Yang Mingzhi personally took out a tinplate box, and Natasha, who had a keen sense of smell, suddenly smelled a hint of aroma.
She glanced at it again, and it became clear that it was a box of cosmetics.
"Ah! Uncle! No! Comrade General, you...I..." In the excitement, Natasha was already incoherent. She saw that she was holding perfume bottles, lipstick boxes, and foundation boxes, and her whole body was shaking crazily.
"How do you like it?"
"Of course...of course! I will keep it well."
"No. You should use it, it will make you more beautiful."
What else could Natasha do about this? She was completely like a child and pounced on Yang Mingzhi, no longer caring about her military image.
Yang Mingzhi, he was very satisfied to see Natasha living a peaceful and happy life during this trip. But she is a woman after all, and these pink and white cosmetics seem to have a strong natural attraction to her.
Natasha accepted all the gifts and wished she could tell the general now.
"Okay, first we men need to talk about some major military matters. I will listen to all your inner thoughts later. I will leave when you are satisfied after you have told everything."
Yang Mingzhi's words were a bit perfunctory to Natasha. In fact, he didn't really want to know the details of this girl's life for a month.
After all, he and she have no blood relationship, and there is no superior-subordinate relationship in the current army. They are old comrades-in-arms, nothing more.
Yang Mingzhi knew that he had to keep a distance from this girl. She had a bright future, and so did he.
Natasha's performance today was too intimate. Although Yang Mingzhi knew that this was her pure intention, she was afraid that some witnesses would make a fuss.
After all, the current Soviet Union is relatively conservative in terms of social atmosphere.
Now Yang Mingzhi is more willing to chat with his three old subordinates, especially since he knows very well that the Soviet army will launch a battle in late November to eat up Model's German troops in one go, and the focus of the attack will be Smolensk.
Although Yang Mingzhi would not risk going to a military court to directly explain the Soviet army's real main attack direction, facing the three subordinates who were destined to fight a tough battle, he felt that he had to implicitly educate them about what his troops would experience in the future.
battle.
Now is the only chance.
Yang Mingzhi arrived a little late, and it would be time for dinner soon.
There were only eight people participating in today's dinner, namely three division commanders, one Natasha, and Yang Mingzhi's group of four.
Everyone is a close comrade-in-arms, and the only relatively unfamiliar Kalashnikov seems to be Yang Mingzhi’s scientific and technical fanboy.
Of course, Ka Shi had participated in the war and had experienced it. He had already realized that the other four people had even more crazy fighting experiences, and he was very happy to know a thing or two.
For example, Kashi would never have imagined that Natasha, the young female warrior described by "Pravda" as the most resolute young warrior, could easily show the side of a little girl.
Soon, eight people's glass goblets were filled with vodka from "Fighting National Happy Water".
As the most distinguished guest Yang Mingzhi, his experience in the Soviet Union for more than two years has made him quite clear about the toast here.
While the Russian dinner was still on its way, he stood up and raised his wine glass high. Everyone else stared with wide eyes, expecting him to say some impassioned toast.
"Ah! It's vodka. I heard that there is also wine here, but vodka is the most suitable for the temperament of our soldiers. First, let me have a drink."
After that, Yang Mingzhi drank a tael of liquor in one gulp.
Immediately afterwards, he filled himself up and continued: "I am from China. Now please allow me to toast you three glasses of wine according to Eastern etiquette."
After that, he drank it all in one gulp.
Then Yang Mingzhi held the third glass of wine in his hand, and he wanted to drink it all in one gulp. Balzen couldn't stand it anymore.
"General, this is Russia, and it is time to follow Russian etiquette. Comrades, all stand up."
According to Russian etiquette? Yang Mingzhi thought about it.
"Let's raise a glass to celebrate this moment of team membership, cheers." Balzen took the lead, and everyone raised their glasses and drank it down.
Russia is a large country, and drinking rituals vary from place to place. The most complicated and richest is the Cossack settlement in southern Russia.
However, in the military, the drinking ceremony here is very simple. After all, the supply of wine is not very large, and soldiers at the grassroots level generally drink, and they usually lack opportunities to indulge in drinking.
After a while, the steaming hot fried beef began to be served. This was followed by a Russian-style bacon platter, as well as baked sturgeon, a large number of potatoes, and a very luxurious cheese stew.
Looking at this formation, Yang Mingzhi knew that the hotel must have taken out the ingredients from the bottom of the box.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Yang Mingzhi began to sweat faster, became very excited, and couldn't help but talk more.
"Wow! I didn't expect that Perm in the snow is very rich in supplies, and the people's food is very good."
"It's not that optimistic, but it's not bad either." Balzen shrugged, "Because it's you who are here, and we all have people who have made great contributions, so of course we should be treated better."
"That's true." Yang Mingzhi nodded, "I still have the title of commander of the group army, and some other titles. The alliance has always treated senior personnel very well. Even if the country is in difficulty, senior personnel still have to enjoy the benefits of senior management.
treatment."
Yang Mingzhi seemed to be praising the existing system of the Soviet Union, but his words were actually mixed with worries.
The Soviet Union divided personnel at all levels into many levels, and the treatment of each level of personnel was quite different. This was very obvious in the army. Yang Mingzhi knew very well that the allowance for the lowest-level soldiers is often only one hundred rubles per month.
As a lieutenant general, his allowance has exceeded 6,000 rubles.
However, soldiers don't have to be resentful. As long as they kill a German soldier and take the torn off dog tag to report their merits, they or their family members will receive a hundred rubles bonus.
Yang Mingzhi is well aware of the Soviet Union's economic strategy. The current high prices of strategic materials are actually a means of self-protection. When peace is restored, the income and price levels of the entire people will fall, but the allowance for a lieutenant general like himself is still dozens of times that of the lowest-ranking soldier.
The allowance for a lower-level soldier is equivalent to that of a worker, and this allowance is enough for him to live on. From this point on, Yang Mingzhi knows that he is destined to be "very rich" in the future. But don't expect to buy a variety of dazzling goods with your huge sum of money. Cheap is cheap.
, just out of stock.
But now, whether in Moscow, Novosibirsk or Perm, senior officials can still eat barbecue and cheese, and ordinary citizens can still nibble potatoes and eat some bread occasionally.
This is the current system of the Soviet Union. Yang Mingzhi knows that he is unable to change it, and he also knows that the Soviet Union is weak because of this reason.
He didn't want to gain fame and reputation, let alone hurt the goodwill of the personnel involved in the military hotel.
Besides, the army is a highly hierarchical group, with meritorious service and higher pay, which is very attractive to soldiers who come from ordinary farms and have just solved the problem of food and clothing.
In their view, generals should be popular and well-paid, so that they can stimulate soldiers to work hard and get promoted. In this era, the United States, Western European countries, and the Soviet Union completely followed this formula that had been used for hundreds of years.
model.
Yang Mingzhi ate this sumptuous meal with peace of mind.
After three drinks and five dishes, Yang Mingzhi shaved off the meat between his teeth. He drank a few more glasses of wine, and his whole body was filled with excitement and happiness, but also a hint of laziness.
Several others were in the same mood. Fortunately, the slightly drunk Natasha was still sitting here, so there was no smoke filling the room.
As for Balzen, he saw the general leaning back on the leather chair. Regarding those things, if he doesn't talk about it now, when will he wait?
"General, can we begin?"
"What? Start with what..."
"About...the war."
"Okay!" Yang Mingzhi sat upright suddenly, couldn't help but knock on the table, and then ordered his subordinates: "Grishenko, this matter is very important. You stand guard at the door. No one is allowed in, let alone anyone.
Eavesdropping. Natasha! You should also avoid it."
Grishenko naturally didn't care. He was lucky to be able to sit at the table and participate in this sumptuous meal. His duty has always been to be a guard.
Natasha was a little confused, but that was the general's order. Maybe they have to discuss important matters now? Just like at the swamp headquarters, the general used this place as a temporary headquarters.
Soon, the room became quiet, and Yang Mingzhi even put away the plates and wine glasses himself. It looked like this was a battle headquarters.
Yang Mingzhi dragged his chin with his hands and said seriously: "Comrades, you are stepping up training of the troops just to participate in large-scale battles. You know this very well and should be mentally prepared, but you may not know that you will be attacked.
Which battlefield should I send to? Balzen, are you right in what I said?"
Everything really felt like returning to the headquarters in the swamp. The rooms were different, but the people remained the same.
Balzen said with a serious face: "The three of us will be transferred to the 39th Army. During these days, we have been trying our best to find out. The 39th Army is facing the elite of the German army, that damn Imperial Division. They are very strong. We will
Attack their defenses in the wilderness, just like the previous troops did."
"That Imperial Division is very strong?" Lavrenti couldn't help but interjected: "General, I remember we had a firefight with these enemies a year ago. We fought well in that hilly ambush battle and successfully defeated one of the enemies."
"That was just a small force that destroyed them. Our casualties were not small." Yevgeny did not completely agree with his old comrade: "Lavrenti, the Imperial Division is very strong! We only achieved a small victory. The general was in charge at that time.
Battalion Commander, he is also injured."
When Yevgeny mentioned that incident, Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but touch his left arm. It was all because he was too reckless at the time. Facing the enemy outflanking the retreat, he took the lead in charging with a submachine gun, and the bullet simply shot a long and narrow hole in his left arm.
"medal".
Yevgeny continued: "Didn't we also learn about it later? Those guys from the 32nd Group Army who retreated with the Sixth Mechanized Army, and some of our 284th Division insisted on continuing to retreat south. They encountered the main force of the Imperial Division, and they were almost all killed.
They died in the battle. Of more than nine thousand people, only one thousand fled to the swamp."
"Those are all old things." Lavrenti corrected: "They only have rifles and they dare to attack the German tank troops. They are seeking death! We are different. The Imperial Division has many tanks, don't we also have many anti-tank weapons? We
With these weapons, you won’t be afraid of all the German tanks in the swamps!”
Balzen said twice: "I'm sorry, I know too little about your past experiences. But Lavrenti's words are very reasonable. With catfish rocket launchers, I am not afraid that the German army is a tank. If they are equipped with more anti-tank guns,
If the Germans dare to bring tanks over, they are just making scrap metal. But!"
Balzen paused and lowered his head: "At least for now, we are not equipped with enough anti-tank weapons. Not to mention rocket launchers, my 324th Division only has 200 anti-tank guns. Although there are some RPG launchers and many
Warheads, but I feel that the warheads produced by the local factory in Perm are not as powerful as the products we produced in the swamp. You also know that during the swamp period, we did not like to use the warheads dropped by air. "
At present, the RPG warheads produced by the Soviet Union are generally hollow charges, and their armor-piercing performance is good. However, faced with the thicker armor of the main German vehicles and a layer of fence netting around them, the appearance of the German tanks after some decoration
It lacks a bit of industrial beauty, but it is better at resisting the armor-piercing metal jets of RPG warheads to a great extent.
However, the "toy" in the swamp has always been to load the warheads crazily with Amato. The warheads are heavier. One often has half the power of a 152mm howitzer. Of course, its range is also closer. It can be said that it can only hit a huge target of 80 meters.
Result. The strategy was not to focus on armor-breaking, but to rely on the shock wave to shatter various parts of the entire tank, or directly knock the driver unconscious.