Unlike the later scenes where the loving comrade died fighting for power, Beria and Khrushchev in 1943 could at least maintain "superficial brothers" and respectfully call each other "comrade".
But as for how the two people evaluate each other and what they 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 who are confidant and 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 him feel a little unhappy. Comrade Maize, who had turned from sunny to overcast, felt a little unhappy, as if he was deliberately trying to warm his face against the cold.
Ass, it’s 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, no.
Will hide himself.
Then he rolled his eyes, thought briefly, and then took the initiative to speak to Comrade Maize next to him.
"As long as the 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 coldly.
Comrade Maize, who was caught off guard, first looked back at Beria with his eyes widened, and then stretched his neck to look at Comrade Stalin not far away. He found that his loving father was reading the report that the people below had just run over, and rushed
Marshal Voroshilov next to him pointed at the contents on the paper, and the smile on his side looked very happy.
"...What is he implying? Am I not as observant as he is? He can see things that I need to be taught how to do?"
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 of people's hearts across 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 has already begun to feel extremely dissatisfied with Beria's words and deeds just now. He has very good reasons to think that the bespectacled spy chief is humiliating himself and deliberately proving that he
His ability to observe words and emotions is better than his own, but he is like an idiot who needs him to teach him how to do things.
Although I thought so in my heart, the content on my face was completely different.
Comrade Khrushchev, who could change his face faster than the Peking Opera, immediately put on an expression that was even more cheerful than the Chinese New Year, smiling like a corn stalk with a corn stalk bigger than a mortar shell, and hurriedly shouted at
Beria 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. However, no one knew how much of this was true.
Yes, this 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 says that only the most basic units of propellant are loaded, and the distance the shells are fired is not very far, it should be just a few kilometers away."
Did Comrade Marshal say anything substantive?
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 melon-eating people beside the crater.
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 4.8 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 has a width of 7.1 meters and a depth of 5.82 meters, which is enough for a heavy tank to fall into without even thinking about climbing out. It seems to be less powerful than an aerial bomb, but you must know that this is winter in Moscow and is more powerful than iron.
The frozen soil is as hard as steel. A heavy tank can drive in a circle on the frozen soil without even a track mark being noticeable, not to mention the labor and difficulty of manual excavation.
The total charge of the warhead warhead is 700 kilograms, coupled with the gravitational potential energy of the 4.8-ton shell falling from a height of 100 meters, the destructive power it causes is so amazing.
Because there are German prisoners of war to guide the operation, the shooting accuracy can be guaranteed at the most basic level.
With limited shells, it is not easy to fire one round of this thing. According to what the German prisoners of war said, the barrel life of this 800mm super cannon is extremely limited, and every time it is fired, it will cause damage to the barrel rifling.
Huge ablation, so we must make best use of this precious shot to test as many things as possible.
Several simple but still sturdy standard field fortifications were built at the estimated final landing point of the artillery shells. Some scrapped trucks and armored vehicles were also hauled here and there, and dozens of them were placed widely spaced apart.
The fake wooden man was used as a simulated target for enemy soldiers, just to see how destructive the cannon could be.
But at the moment, all the wooden dummies visible to the naked eye within the field of vision have been shattered into wooden parts one by one by the shock wave. Even many of the wooden blocks that make up the body have been blown away and disappeared.
Traces.
Several of the nearest light pickup trucks and armored vehicles were directly overturned to the ground, or were reduced to parts with no trace of their outlines.
The scrapped trucks farther away had slightly better luck, but they still couldn't escape. The violent explosion shock wave caused by 700 kilograms of TNT charges flattened the iron body, shattered the window glass, and was swept away by the projectile fragments.
The miserable appearance of the big hole.
According to the command and test major general who reported to Comrade Stalin, there was originally a concrete roof at the edge of the crater, and a two-meter-deep anti-cannon hole was dug. But Comrade Stalin, who was standing on the edge of the crater, now
I could only find a few pieces of broken cement about the size of a grenade at my feet.