Umov, he took office with huge pressure, and now the pressure is getting bigger and bigger.
During these days, he either took his subordinates to various factories to inspect production, or piled a large number of report documents on the workbench and started doing statistical work himself.
Everything is because of the city of Novosibirsk. The war has reached this point. At this critical moment for the alliance's life and death, she must bear more and more production responsibilities.
It was another normal afternoon. As he was sorting out report documents with a pen in hand, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.
"Hey, it's us, I'm Umov."
He was so busy that he no longer cared about etiquette and directly stated his name. Even if Stalin called him personally, he would answer the phone like this.
A familiar and comfortable voice came from the phone.
"Is this Comrade Umov? I am Belekov. I want to see you in person. You are obviously still in the office."
"Of course!" Umov listened to the other party's words, and the emphasis showed that Berekov was in a good mood. "What's wrong, my dear comrade general, from what you said, you want to bring me good news.
?!"
"Yes! Good news, I'll be there soon."
Suddenly, the phone was hung up.
"Why is this Byrekov so anxious? He won't tell me anything good about his factory." Umov didn't think much about it, and sat on his leather chair and continued to work hard.
His secretary also helped him organize a large number of documents as usual.
More than an hour later, a car parked under the office building.
Yang Mingzhi stepped on the winter snow wearing a thick coat. He told the driver Gryshenko: "Drive the car to the same place and stand by. I will handle the rest by myself."
The car drove away, and Yang Mingzhi carried the leather document bag and headed straight to Umov's office under the guidance of the building security guard.
Yang Mingzhi was really familiar with these office buildings, especially since the canteen in the building could cook some delicious meals.
To be honest, it would be great if your own office environment was like this.
Unfortunately, the offices of the directors of Factories 834 and 835 are nothing more than heated masonry and wooden-roofed bungalows.
It also has its own design bureau, and all the buildings are simply made of traditional woodcuts.
Yang Mingzhi entered the room and saw Umov with a bright forehead. This guy was wearing suspenders and a plaid shirt. He looked at the large number of documents stacked on his huge desk.
An illusion floated in Yang Mingzhi's mind, as if this was the editorial department of a newspaper!
Yang Mingzhi deliberately made a few noises, which made Umov look up.
"Oh, Comrade Berekov, it's already dark. You must have brought good news when you came here at this time!"
"Of course! Dear Comrade Governor, it seems that you are very busy. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You're being polite." Umov stood up and smiled in front of him: "As long as your factory can produce a large amount of products, it is my favorite."
"I understand, I am here to bring you good news."
With that said, Yang Mingzhi stepped forward, took out a statistical document he had compiled from his document bag, and handed it to Umov.
Traditional Russian writing is always full of dragons and phoenixes, and there are actually historical reasons for this.
Because the cultural education in early Russia was aristocratic education, those aristocratic children naturally wrote the native language more elegantly than the domestic elders. The Russian writing style was required to be written artistically, and the faster it was written, the faster it became and the words became more elegant.
It became a puzzling painting.
Thinking that the document was going to be read by Umov, who was wearing reading glasses, Yang Mingzhi deliberately wrote it very neatly, even too neatly.
Yang Mingzhi used a fountain pen to write in Russian print, and the overall look was very beautiful, and it was also able to be cleaned and reflected in Umov.
The document contains the detailed names of various firearms without any abbreviations.
Various firearms are also very thoughtfully marked with the production volume per day.
Umov looked at it carefully. There was a lot of sweat on the wrinkles on his forehead, and the shiny Tianling Cap was even more reflective.
He asked with an expression of surprise: "Is this all true? I thought it would take some time for you to get into the state, but I didn't expect it."
"Because those workers are very good! Especially those young female workers, they have indeed produced so much equipment this week, and this week is not over yet. I can tell you very responsibly that we have not deceived or deceived anything.
A false alarm for a firearm. They're all in our warehouse."
"Ah! It's so good!" Umov slapped his thigh desperately to show his excitement.
"You are a happy homing pigeon that brought me good news. I am very worried that the production capacity of assault rifles cannot meet Moscow's urgent needs. Unexpectedly... hahaha!"
"Maybe we can't be happy too early." Yang Mingzhi said with a smile, "I can responsibly say that my factory can produce four thousand standard assault rifles per week, which is probably the limit. I once felt confident that I
If the two factories under my command are fully engaged in producing it, they can independently fulfill all the requirements of the superiors."
"Obviously you don't think this is possible now."
"Yes. Thirty thousand in one month, which requires the help of the entire city."
Umov nodded, "But you still brought me great good news. I'm still thinking, you haven't sent me any data about production for many days, and I don't know your production capacity at all.
I originally estimated that your factory can complete 5,000 units before the agreed date, which would be a huge victory. It may take until next year for factories 834 and 835 to stabilize production."
"Haha, it seems you are talking about the power of the people."
Umov sighed: "Yes! You must have submitted this document to me, and you were very happy to come in person. It doesn't matter if you come, we can have a glass of vodka to celebrate."
"Wine? That's not necessary. I have other things to ask you. I even have some additional requests."
"Oh! Speak slowly."
Yang Mingzhi moved a wooden chair and faced Umov across the work table filled with documents.
"Comrade Governor, I want to know the status of other factories. As you know, the superiors need at least 30,000, and the more, the better. How is everyone's production capacity now?"
"The situation is not bad." Umov said happily, "Those factories are specialized in the production of light weapons after all. It is true that they were civilian factories before the war. The war has been going on for a year and a half, and those workers have been trained and experienced. In fact, it is not true.
Relying on you, other factories can complete their tasks."
"Ah..." Yang Mingzhi sighed, "I also underestimated the city's production capacity."
"Actually, other factories have produced 8,000 rifles so far. Maybe you can go to the rifle factory and have a look. The barrel production there is related to the production capacity of all factories. Do you know what their barrel production capacity is?"
"I have no idea."
"Haha! Three thousand a day!"
"Three thousand?!" Isn't this number shocking?! Yang Mingzhi's eyes widened.
Umov looked understanding: "Of course, these barrels have their own uses. They will be cut into different lengths and then pulled out of the rifling uniformly."
After hearing what he said, Yang Mingzhi basically understood.
The bullets of most Soviet firearms are of the same caliber, which means that the barrel can be used universally. Therefore, the original barrel can be made particularly long and then cut off according to actual needs. This processing method naturally brings good efficiency
.
Therefore, part of Japan's production of 3,000 barrels must be invested in the production of assault rifles.
Now, there are still four weeks until the agreed date. As long as the task is completed in the future, the delivery can be completed. Now it seems that it must be worse. Because Novosibirsk has already completed 10,000 of the required 30,000 units.
Obviously, the production capacity of firearms will be further increased. Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but estimate that the final production capacity within the agreed time could reach 50,000 guns!
This is the production capacity of the Soviet Union and the production capacity of Novosibirsk!
While Yang Mingzhi was pleased, he also knew that the new weapons must be quickly equipped with troops, and the equipment must be the newly formed infantry divisions of his three old subordinates.
He asked tentatively: "Next, will the weapons be shipped to the troops soon?"
"Yes." Umov replied: "If your superiors have such a request, you don't have to worry about it. I will do it well. Since you have more than two thousand pieces in stock! It's just right. I will send someone to pick it up tomorrow.
, each unit will be tested at the military shooting range. Once qualified, it will be shipped to the army. A total of 10,000 units will be equipped for one division. "
Umov didn't bother to talk about the details. He guessed that he didn't need to say anything more.
Yang Mingzhi shook his head: "How could I ignore it? You may not want to tell me due to confidentiality reasons, but in fact I understand everything. I am also very aware of the situation of accepting the troops. You can transport the new guns over, I will
I will also conduct a personal inspection soon, chat with the division commanders, and personally instruct local soldiers on how to use it."
"Ah... now that you know everything. Okay, okay..."
"One more thing." Yang Mingzhi added.
"Please speak."
"I'm here to ask you for food. I will be able to guarantee a production capacity of four thousand tubes a week, and the total production capacity will reach 3,500 tubes this week. These are the contributions of the workers, and we must reward them. So I
Need some supplies of beef."
When it came to material supplies, Umov immediately sat upright: "Beef? Your Academy of Sciences has beef supplies. The same goes for factories. Don't the workers ever eat meat?"
"The quantity is too small!" Yang Mingzhi said loudly: "They are working hard to produce, which is a huge consumption. If there is not enough food, it is possible that the production capacity will drop to two thousand per week in the future. That is the worst result, so the workers
Must eat more food, especially meat."
"But..." Umov was a little confused.
Umov had a lot of local real power. He was trusted by Stalin. Therefore, Umov could intervene to a certain extent in the local distribution of materials. There were some things that Umov really needed to take care of personally.
For Novosibirsk, people in the material distribution department live under tremendous and shocking pressure every day. The transportation and distribution of various materials must reach an optimal level, which is a complicated job in any era.
What's more, strategic supplies are now very scarce. For example, food is being given to more important factories. Workers in some secondary factories may only be able to eat one kilogram of potatoes a day to cope.
Belekov asked for more beef, but Umov had a hard time answering.
"Do we lack beef?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Yes... yes. Your factory has a lot of people."
"But you have to know! We are going to use new weapons to launch a large-scale operation!" Yang Mingzhi suddenly increased his volume, startling Umov. Then Yang Mingzhi leaned over again and mumbled softly in an intriguing tone.
: "Who will liberate Smolensk, it's us! It's us with new weapons, the children of Novosibirsk. Don't you want this honor? Then give more potatoes to the women of Novosibirsk, more potatoes
Lots of beef.”
Umov's eyes widened: "What? Could it be?!"
For a long time, superiors only revealed that the new weapons would be used in the counterattack against Stalingrad, and this was indeed the case. So Umov thought that all 30,000 assault rifles would be thrown into the battlefield in the south.
Although there are rumors from high-level officials that a large-scale counterattack will be launched in the north, and troops from all sides are also being mobilized, Umov neither dares nor wants to make any assumptions.
This Belekov is not ordinary.
Umov immediately ordered all the secretaries to go out. Then he put his old face almost close to Yang Mingzhi's and asked in a low voice: "Really? Smolensk?"
Realizing his slip of the tongue, Yang Mingzhi didn't bother to change his words: "Really, this is the real purpose."
"I actually heard something, but I didn't expect it to be true."
"It's true, it will happen soon. No more people need to know about this."
"I understand! I understand everything!"
"And beef?"
"I'll give it!" Umov gritted his teeth, "The output of firearms is the key. The agencies should be patient, and the secondary factories should be patient. How much beef do you want? I hope you don't tell me one ton a day. That's the case.
I can't stand it."
"Oh, it won't be too serious." Yang Mingzhi thought for a while and said, "Just follow the proportion supplied to the design bureau."
"Ten to one? It's not too uncomfortable."
"But the workers' consumption is too great. Beef is the best supplement. Since you are in a difficult situation. I want one hundred kilograms of raw beef a day. In addition, please double the supply of potatoes. Well, add some more
flour."
"I understand. If it is potatoes, then the problem is not serious. I have written it down and will implement it tomorrow."
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "I have nothing more to do, so I'll leave now."
"Okay." Umov sighed, "You brought me excellent news, and the possibility of greater honor and victory, but you also asked for more supplies. Not bad, I hope our
Action can lead to significant success.”
"Of course!" Yang Mingzhi said loudly, "Victory belongs to justice. In order to win, the people in the rear have to make some sacrifices. Some sacrifices and efforts are worth it. I dare say that after one year, the entire war will be in our favor.
.”
So the Soviet army was able to successfully capture Smolensk? In that dimension, the Soviet army fought a terrible battle in Rzhev for 400 days. In this dimension, Rzhev has been liberated, and Smolensk, which was originally the rear of the German army,
Became the front line.
Not to mention, the Soviet army from top to bottom believed in his possibility of gathering a large army to liberate Smolensk.
If the German army defends at this time, their combat effectiveness must be very strong. Therefore, if the Soviet army uses a large number of new weapons, they can always break through their defense line!
As long as Smolensk turns into a war of attrition like Stalingrad, Model's elite will have to spit out most of their blood in advance?!
It turned into a fierce battle, and my three old subordinates had to experience hardships and survive in the cracks.
But this is their duty as soldiers.
They must fight for their country, their people, their wives and children, and a bright and peaceful future.