Chapter 271: Furious Kokin

The roaring diesel engine drove the heavy vehicle weighing 47 tons to slowly move forward. Shrapnel as big as half a basin was crushed into pieces by the twisting and deformation of steel. This result was exactly what Malashenko had imagined.

"Okay! Stop, stop! Kirill, get in the car, quick!"

Waving his arms and waving to the loader Kirill who was in a daze, Malashenko climbed up the tank turret in a few seconds, opened the captain's cover and jumped into it.

"Everyone, report your situation!"

Malashenko, who had not had time to put down his butt in his seat, asked as soon as he returned to the turret. Gunner Iushkin, who was fiddling with the main gun sight, was the first to answer.

"The main gun is normal, and we can slaughter those fascist lackeys at any time."

"The radio is not a big problem, except that the damn connection plug is still a little poor, but this is an old problem."

"The gear lever and joystick are fine, the transmission system is normal, the gearbox is intact, just waiting for your order! Comrade commander."

The intact state of the vehicle ready to attack at any time undoubtedly gave Malashenko great encouragement. Nothing is more gratifying than that his vehicle is still intact after a carpet bombing.

"Damn it, father Stalin! I really have to thank Kotin for this genius. If it weren't for the KV1, it would have been in the hands of the Germans long ago! This thing was simply the best tank in 1941!"

Malashenko, who was expressing such deep emotion in his heart, didn't know that while he was still thanking Comrade Kotin for his great heavy tank design, Kotin himself, who did not return to his Second Special Design Bureau in Lower Tajikistan in Chelyabinsk Oblast, was still stranded in Moscow, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Being overwhelmed by the second round of special design meetings to be held again in a week, Kotin, who still had not come up with a complete and feasible new heavy tank design plan, was almost worried about his hair turning white.

"Time is too short, Comrade Kotin. It is impossible to come up with a complete and feasible new heavy tank design plan that can withstand scrutiny in just one week. Even if we bring the entire senior team of the design bureau to Moscow, it is still impossible. We have not even discussed the specific design ideas that should be focused on.

The anxious and hurried words of Kotin's deputy echoed in the silent room where they stayed temporarily. The huge portrait of Comrade Lenin, the pioneer of the Soviet Union, hung on the wall, quietly watching the leader of the Second Design Bureau sitting behind the desk with a sad face and his hands covering his face. Kotin, who was in a bad mood, erupted with a volcanic roar after a moment.

"Impossible, can't do it, there is no way! All I have heard in the past few days is this useless nonsense! Comrade Yakzov, please pay attention! What you just said cannot be written on the design drawings and submitted to the leader Comrade Stalin! "

"Comrade Stalin wants the new heavy tank design submitted by our design bureau! Not those excuses that are just for him. I heard last month that the labor camp team digging potatoes in Siberia is still short of people. Do you want to take your whole family over to help? ? ”

I never thought that Kotin, who was known for his gentleness, would be furious in such a situation. Yaktsov was frightened by what Kotin said and felt his teeth trembling.

I don’t have Marshal Voroshilov, a famous father-in-law in the Soviet Union, like Comrade Kotin. If he is really punished for failing to complete the design task, I dare not even think about what kind of treatment my family will encounter. Digging potatoes in Siberia is a living nightmare where the countdown of life is calculated by days!

Looking at his deputy who was already gasping for breath and sweating in front of him, Kotin realized that he had just said something too much and gradually calmed down from his rage. After a slightly sad sigh, he sat back in his chair and waved to his deputy in front of him.

“Okay, I’m just talking. Don’t take it too seriously, Yaktsov. Now tell me about the specific results of our design team's discussion. Reality and tasks must always be faced. Avoiding will not solve the problem, right? "

After hearing such comforting words from Kokin, Yakovzov breathed a sigh of relief, and after slowly thinking and recalling in his mind for a moment, he blurted out.

"The main problem now is the selection of the tank's main gun and the design of the body structure, Comrade Kokin."

"More than half of our comrades believe that the existing KV heavy tank body is sufficient to cope with future war needs. The only thing to do is to replace a redesigned new turret and reserve enough replacement space for the larger caliber main gun that may be replaced in the future."

"They have always concluded that the German 88 guns are only an insignificant local threat. Those bulky and immobile 88 guns will be quickly destroyed by our numerical advantage in wartime. If it doesn't work, we can redistribute the defense weight to transfer the armor in other parts of the vehicle body to the front, so as to achieve a level sufficient to defend against the 88 guns."

"In addition, their other reason is that the body chassis production line of the KV heavy tank is ready. If the new body design is adopted again, the entire production line will undoubtedly be torn down and rebuilt, which will greatly affect the production of heavy tanks for a long time afterwards. This is extremely fatal for us in a state of war."

Listening carefully to every word of his deputy's words, Kokin, who seemed to be inspired by this, spoke again in thought.

"This is just the thoughts and conclusions of some comrades, Yaktsov. Now I want to hear what other comrades think. Tell me their views and conclusions."

Knowing that his immediate superior would definitely ask such questions, Yaktsov had already prepared relevant words in his mind and blurted out the words as soon as they came to his lips.