Chapter 1190: Realizing the Dream

At first, Kalashnikov, who was in a panic, did not look at the man on the bed too seriously.

Kalashnikov just judged based on his own experience that the colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs had caught him here inexplicably and had to complete the task with the man on the bed. The man lying on the bed should be at least a general, a big shot that he could not afford to offend! He did not dare to look directly at him without knowing the situation.

It was not until Malashenko took the initiative to greet Kalashnikov and threw an apple to him that Kalashnikov, who raised his head, was able to see the true face of the man lying on the bed.

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it, but he was shocked when he looked at it carefully.

Kalashnikov, who was born as a tank soldier, was always concerned about the progress of the war on the front line even though he retreated to the rear and was not on the front line. From time to time, he would use various information acquisition channels to learn about his comrades on the front line and the current situation of the heroic Red Army tank troops.

From newspapers, word-of-mouth descriptions, and even loudspeakers used for broadcasting, Kalashnikov saw and heard more than once the name that was always associated with the exciting good news of "fascism was defeated" and "the Red Army won the victory": Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko.

And when the man who appeared in the photos of Pravda many times appeared in front of him, Kalashnikov, who recognized Malashenko at a glance, was still a little unbelievable. Such a first encounter was indeed too sudden and unprepared.

"You are a Soviet hero! It is the tank hero Colonel Malashenko! I have a lot of special reports and columns about you. I even cut them out of newspapers and collected them, and pasted them in my notebook as study materials, I I I"

Seeing that Kalashnikov was a little speechless and didn't know what to say for a while, Malashenko, who was used to being viewed in this way by others, didn't dwell on this little thing too much. He smiled and pointed to the chair next to his bed and spoke again.

"Let's sit down and talk, Comrade Kalashnikov. I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Malokov, who sent the man to Malashenko, did not stay for too long, nor did he restrict Kalashnikov's personal freedom. He just said, "Colonel Malashenko said you can go back, then you can really go back." After leaving this sentence, he drove back to the Lubyanka Hotel with his adjutant.

Knowing that Malashenko had something to talk about, Anya did not make too many interruptions. After instructing Malashenko not to sit in one position for a long time and to pay attention to moving around, she packed up and left the ward.

I don't know where Iushkin went with his two good friends Kirill and Seryosha. In short, there are only Malashenko and Kalashnikov in the ward at the moment.

Of course, this is also the most suitable environment for Malashenko to talk, nothing else.

"Kalashnikov, are you still designing your own light weapons?"

Kalashnikov, who was worrying about how to start next, was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he quickly nodded to Malashenko.

"I have been doing it, Comrade Colonel. I am determined to make a weapon that can minimize the casualties of my comrades on the front line. It should be more reliable than all the current light weapons! It can also be used freely in the worst combat environment! As long as the soldier is still alive, it is the most reliable comrade who accompanies the soldier! It will not suddenly malfunction and kill the soldier!"

Kalashnikov described his life goals and became more and more excited, but at the last moment when the climax should have come, Kalashnikov, like a deflated ball, suddenly lowered his head again.

"But I haven't succeeded so far, Comrade Colonel. The first submachine gun I made was not selected. Maybe it was too crudely made and there were still some problems. I think I should be able to improve it."

"I'm waiting for the next opportunity. I will take better works to participate in the competition. As long as I can let the comrades on the front line use the best weapons, I am willing to continue to work hard!"

There are always good horses in this world, but not good people.

Kalashnikov, who has not yet been discovered, is still waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to display his talents and let his excellent works come to the fore.

Even if there is no excessive interference, this opportunity will come eventually.

The only regret is that it is too late. Kalashnikov's greatest wish to use his works to reduce casualties for his comrades on the front line was not fulfilled. Instead, it became a world-famous terrorist weapon that killed more people than the atomic bomb.

Looking at the eyes of Kalashnikov sitting in front of him, Malashenko could read the emotions of perseverance and persistence. Asking himself that he had already messed up the timeline he was in, Malashenko decided to make up for Kalashnikov's regretful lifelong wish by being a good person.

"If there is an opportunity in front of you to realize your dream, will you cherish it? Kalashnikov."

Malashenko's questions were always asked too suddenly and without any signs. Kalashnikov, who was not mentally prepared, was stunned for about two or three seconds, and soon turned into a firm nod after a slight hesitation.

"I think I am willing, Comrade Colonel."

"Okay then"

There is no point in talking too much with Kalashnikov in the ward. It is better to leave the specific weapon design for later.

With his eyes turning quickly in his eye sockets, Malashenko quickly put together a completely feasible plan. This plan that has just taken shape can basically bypass most of the existing known problems and troubles, and can allow Kalashnikov's design to emerge at the fastest speed through his own hands. The key depends on whether Kalashnikov is willing to listen to his arrangements.

"I admire and look forward to your design and efforts, Kalashnikov. If you are willing, I will take you to a place where you can devote yourself to light weapons design, with sufficient resources, assistants you can choose, and your work can be quickly sent to the battlefield for actual combat testing."

"It is not in Moscow, and of course not on the front line. You will change to a completely new and completely different working environment. There are people I am familiar with there, and I will do my best to help you realize your dream. But I also have a condition. I only require that the work you design is good enough, otherwise everything will only be empty talk. Do you have the confidence to do it?"