Chapter 1007: Power of Destruction

Different from the later scenes of fighting for power when the loving father comrade passed away, in 1943 Beria and Khrushchev could at least maintain "superficial brothers" and respect each other as "comrade".

But as for how the two people evaluate and think about each other, who can know?

But all in all, it will never be like the kind of relationship between Malashenko and his life and death brothers, where they can put their lives in each other's hands without any worries.

Compared with Comrade Maize's "cheerful and outgoing personality," Beria, who has been engaged in a shady job for a long time, appears to be very gloomy and taciturn.

Comrade Maize chattered a lot, and then Beria reluctantly spoke out a sentence. This somewhat made Comrade Maize, who was in a slightly unhappy mood and turned from sunny to gloomy, feel a little uncomfortable, as if he was deliberately trying to warm his face against the cold. Ass, just like trying to please the spy chief who wears glasses.

Khrushchev turned his head away unhappily, stopped talking, and pushed up his glasses frame on the bridge of his nose. Seeing this scene, Beria couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This guy really has no money and no knowledge. Hide yourself.

Then he rolled his eyes, thought briefly, and then took the initiative to speak to Comrade Maize next to him.

"As long as Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin approves this weapon, the next thing we have to do is execute the order, and other things are not important."

Beria's words came out a bit abruptly.

Caught off guard, Comrade Maize first looked back at Beria with his eyes widened, and then stretched his neck to look at Comrade Stalin not far away. I found that my loving father was reading the report that the people below had just run over. He pointed to the contents of the paper at Marshal Voroshilov beside him, and the smile on his side looked very happy.

"What is he implying? Am I not as observant as him? What he can see and I need to be taught how to do it?"

People who are good at political struggle will be very different from pure soldiers in considering the starting point of things and the way they conduct themselves.

Not to mention that Comrade Lao Ma, who is on his way home, is not interested in such twists and turns that separate people's hearts from the city wall. Although he has the ability in this area, he does not bother to fall into this dirty cesspit and join in the misery.

At this moment, Comrade Maize himself had already begun to feel extremely dissatisfied with Beria's words and deeds just now. He had very good reasons to think that the bespectacled spy chief was humiliating himself, deliberately proving that his ability to observe words and emotions was better than his own, and that he was like a fool who needed him to teach him how to do things.

Although he thought so in his heart, what he showed on his face was completely different.

Comrade Khrushchev, who could change his face faster than Peking Opera, immediately put on an expression that was even more cheerful than that of Chinese people celebrating the New Year. He smiled like a corn stalk with a corn stalk bigger than a mortar shell, and hurriedly looked at Bei Leah smiled and spoke.

"Ah, that should be the case, Comrade Beria, you are right!"

Seeing Khrushchev's smile blooming in full bloom, Beria, who could sense that something was wrong, also smiled slightly and continued to use sweet words to do good things, but no one knew how much of it was true. , which is the same for both parties.

After reading the shooting test briefing just sent by the people below, the loving father Comrade Stalin, who was in a good mood, suddenly made a suggestion to strike while the iron is hot.

"Why don't we go and see where the cannonball landed, so that we can have a more intuitive feel for its power, what do you think?"

As soon as the loving comrade said this, the group of people sitting around him immediately stared at each other. You looked at me and I looked at you. For a while, no one dared to be the first to speak. In the end, it was Fuluoxi who had the highest prestige. Marshal Love spoke first, breaking the silence for several seconds.

"The report said that only the most basic units of propellant were loaded, and the distance the shells were fired was not very far. It should be just a few kilometers away."

Did Comrade Marshal say anything substantial?

No, it can even be said to be a bunch of nonsense with basically no nutrition and nothing to chew on, but the smile on the face of the loving comrade still continues.

"Then prepare the car immediately. It won't take long. We'll be there soon."

So, under the personal request and order of the loving comrade, they all expressed their intention to go together. A good group of people took several special cars and drove directly to the place where the shells finally fell. It didn't take long.

However, when everyone who thought they had been shocked enough saw the huge crater in front of them that did not look like a cannonball, frozen expressions once again appeared on the faces of all the people eating melons beside the crater. Even including the Supreme Leader, the loving father Comrade Stalin.

"This is the specific measurement data, Comrade Stalin, please take a look."

Comrade Stalin, whose face was half covered by his beard, took the report and glanced at it. The brief content recorded on it was exactly the same as his own visual inspection.

The 800mm full-caliber high-explosive projectile weighing 8 tons seemed to fall from the sky with a thunder hammer. The huge impact caused it to smash into the hard frozen soil for a distance of more than one meter before detonating instantly, releasing a terrifying of destructive power.

The pit in front of us, which is 1 meter wide and 82 meters deep, is enough for a heavy tank to fall into and not climb out. It seems to be less powerful than an aerial bomb, but you have to know that this is the steel-like frozen soil in Moscow in winter, which is harder than iron. A heavy tank can't even leave a track mark after driving a circle on the frozen soil, not to mention the trouble and difficulty of manual excavation.

The full 700 kg warhead charge, plus the gravitational potential energy of 8 tons of shells falling from a hundred meters above the sky, the destructive power caused is so amazing.

Because of the guidance of the German prisoners of war, the most basic guarantee can be obtained in terms of shooting accuracy.

It is not easy to fire a shot with limited shells, and according to the German prisoners of war, the barrel life of this 800 mm super cannon is extremely limited. Every firing will cause huge ablation on the barrel rifling, so it is necessary to make good use of this precious shot as much as possible to test as many things as possible.

At the estimated final landing point of the shell, several simple but still sturdy standard field fortifications were built, and some scrapped trucks and armored vehicles were dragged in sporadically. Dozens of fake wooden men were placed as simulated targets for enemy soldiers, just to see how destructive the shell could be.

But at the moment, all the wooden dummies visible to the naked eye were shattered into wooden parts by the shock wave, and even many of the wooden blocks that made up the body had been blown away and disappeared.

Several light pickup trucks and armored vehicles that were closest were directly overturned to the ground, or they were restored to their parts and lost their general outlines.

The scrapped trucks that were far away were a little luckier, but they still couldn't escape the violent explosion shock wave caused by 700 kilograms of TNT charge, which flattened the iron body, shattered the window glass, and was swept into a sieve by the fragments of the bullets, with a large hole in their miserable appearance.

According to the commander-in-chief who reported to Comrade Stalin, the edge of the crater was originally covered with a concrete roof and a two-meter-deep anti-artillery hole. However, Comrade Stalin, who was standing on the edge of the crater, could only find a few pieces of cement debris about the size of grenades at his feet.