Chapter 1578 Moscow Telegram

"Comrade General, can I sit here and dine with you?"

Malashenko was holding a piece of bread in his hand and bringing it to his mouth. Before he could close his mouth and bite the bread, a young and familiar face appeared in front of him holding a breakfast plate.

"Long time no see, Kalashnikov, please sit next to me."

"Okay, Comrade General."

On the left is Kotin, on the right is Kalashnikov, and further around are workers who have come to have a meal after the night shift and shift change, and then prepare to return to the dormitory to wash up and rest.

Malashenko likes this kind of environment. The early morning light shines outside the window, and the strong fragrance of breakfast milk still echoes in his nose and lips. Everyone around him and around him gathers under the same red flag, for the same cause. A comrade who fights for goals and ideals together.

This place is no different from his own troops, or as Kogin said in that joking tone.

Coming back here does feel like coming home.

"I have been concerned about the condition of the work, and of course I have not been idle these days. I started the design of subsequent improvements according to what you told me before you left last time. Now there are several plans. I would like your opinions. To a great extent, I believe the design of these sub-models will help a lot.”

Kalashnikov, whom he hadn't seen for a while, had a lot to say to himself. Malashenko, who was sitting next to him, could feel this, and what followed was Kotin's quiet words on the other side.

"He didn't lie, I can testify to that."

"From the last time you returned to the front line to now, he has spent almost ten hours a day in the drawing room, or tinkering with his prototype gun in the workshop. If you say that people are addicted to something, Kalashnikov must have Being addicted to building guns is not a bad thing, he is a great young man like you."

In terms of age, Kotin has no problem being Malashenko's big brother. The relationship between the two has indeed reached the point where they can be considered brothers, so there is nothing wrong with what Ke Jin said.

"Then you didn't tell him to pay attention to rest? We all know that the body is the capital of revolution."

"I told you, of course I told you, why didn't you remind me?"

"But, young people who can listen to the advice of the elders are not called young people. Aren't you also letting others command the war on your behalf all day and night? And you are still on the front line. If the Germans How would they feel if they knew that the notorious Steel Butcher was sitting in the tank that killed them? Ha, maybe they would feel that they deserved their death."

Kogin, who was in a good mood, still had the leisure and elegance to joke here. Malashenko, who was amused, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his mouth and smiled.

"If things go well, I guess Kalashnikov will have to move away from you soon. He has a place where he really wants to go, a place where he can truly realize his dreams and future."

As soon as Malashenko said this, before Kotin, who was holding a spoon in his mouth, could react, Kalashnikov looked stunned.

"Leave? Where will I go? Comrade General."

Seeing that something was obviously wrong with Kalashnikov's expression, Malashenko, who had not told Kalashnikov the details of the new gun after it was put on the front line, knew that his words were probably out of confusion. The young man was frightened.

If you can stay well, who would want to experience a Siberian farmhouse and never come back for a lifetime trip?

The answer is of course no.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with that."

"The new gun you designed performed well and everything went smoothly, just as we expected. Although it was rushed out, the quantity was a little small, and the craftsmanship was a little worse, but the damage it caused to the enemy was substantial. , a very heavy blow!”

"Once the new gun is approved, you have to prepare to pack your bags and leave here. The people above will not allow a talented young firearms designer to continue to stay in a place like this. When the time comes, you have to go to where you really should be. A place where I can join a large group of like-minded comrades to figure out how to design better firearms.”

"What do you mean? What do you mean by a place like this? What's wrong with my place? It can build heavy tanks at the top and new rifles at the bottom. There is no problem that my machines and workers can't solve."

Malashenko, who had just finished speaking, looked at Kogin, who was pretending to be displeased. After getting to know Kogin, he realized more and more that the dirty words in his mouth were comparable to half of Iushkin. .

"I mean"

There are always things that happen suddenly and unexpectedly. For example, before Malashenko could finish speaking in the middle of his speech, he was interrupted by Secretary Kogin who suddenly jogged over.

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Malashenko could hardly hear what the secretary was saying, speaking very fast and muttering in front of Kogin with his mouth covered, but he did see the secretary after a few words gradually send an email. The newspaper was handed to Kogin.

Everyone has secret conversations that cannot be spoken out loud, let alone someone as powerful as Ke Jin.

So Malashenko didn't mind what was happening in front of him. He just collected the tableware in front of him, put it on the plate and waited quietly.

If there is any news or situation that he needs to know, then Malashenko is sure that Kotin will let him know it.

"I understand, go and call Moscow back and say I will do it and execute it immediately."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

The secretary, who had been trotting as he had come, left quickly, and behind him was Kotin, who was handing the telegram he had read to Malashenko.

"Take a look, it was just sent from Moscow."

"You guessed it right. It asked Kalashnikov to report to Moscow immediately, and a new task was assigned to him. The review of the new gun was also written on it. I guess it knew you were here and sent it to you. If it was only sent to me, it would not be written in such detail."

The signature of the telegram was none other than Zhukov, who had just reported to Comrade Stalin yesterday.

With Zhukov's authority, it was not difficult to find out where Malashenko was now, and send an instant telegram to Malashenko as soon as possible.

The brief content of the telegram informed Malashenko that the new gun had been approved and reviewed by Comrade Stalin.

In this special matter, Stalin finally decided to handle it in a special way, directly putting this light weapon called the new assault rifle into formal production, and at the same time setting up a production line for matching accessories and new specifications of ammunition.

The telegram also officially informed Kotin of a piece of news: Moscow had sent people to obtain the specifications and technical parameters of the ammunition for the new rifle that he had asked his acquaintances to order at the Tula Arsenal, and this would be put into formal mass production as part of the supporting production materials.

Fortunately, the telegram did not mention that Kotin had secretly found an acquaintance at the Tula Arsenal to make a batch of new ammunition under the guise of "experimental ammunition for new vehicle-mounted light weapons."

If even Zhukov, a person of his status, did not mention this matter after meeting Stalin in person and fully describing the whole process of the matter, and only picked up the good news to tell.

Then Kotin, who was rich in experience in political struggle and class struggle, could basically be sure that his mess was basically over, and he would turn the page and just treat it as if it had never happened.

Neither reward nor punishment, for those bigwigs above, sometimes this is the best way to deal with it.

The mass production of the new gun will soon be rolled out, but it will have to be explained to the outside world in another way.

A perfect explanation that Stalin personally ordered Beria to supervise, which can not destroy the existing rules and systems, but can convince everyone and find no flaws.

As for whether it is a new weapon developed in secret, or the young designer Kalashnikov who is like gold suddenly shines.

The specific external rhetoric must be carefully considered and arranged by Beria. Comrade Stalin has no time to think about these overly detailed issues. He only needs to issue orders and make decisions.

In addition, Zhukov also mentioned at the end of the telegram.

Considering the different specifications of ammunition, even if the production priority is very high, the actual delivery and installation quantity of the new gun will inevitably be restricted by the ammunition reserve factor. It is impossible to increase to a very high level in a short period of time and replace the whole army, not to mention that this is a fully automatic weapon with a huge consumption of ammunition.

They can only reorganize and re-equip one troop at a time, and the number may be small, and they can only be mixed and used with existing firearms. This needs to be done step by step.