The bloody battles with roaring artillery fire only existed on the frontline battlefields that had not yet broken through to the city of Moscow. Moscow, the heartland of the entire Soviet Union, was still a relatively peaceful and peaceful scene at this time. Only the man wearing a blue-brimmed big-brim hat
When officers of the Special Operations Unit of the Ministry of Internal Affairs appear on the streets, people with instinctive fear will avoid them.
After all, if they don't really come to the door or have an inexcusable relationship with themselves, people who have witnessed the vigorous and vigorous methods of Beria and his group of Ministry of Internal Affairs troops in the early years can arrest people at will for this group of people.
The real power departments that forcibly arrest or even directly execute "traitors of the great motherland" seem to be avoiding it.
In sharp contrast to the cold and desolate scene on the streets of Moscow, where the cold wind was blowing, the scene in a main conference room of the Kremlin at this moment was a scene of silence that could hear a needle drop.
There were only a few dozen or so people sitting in the conference hall, which could accommodate nearly a hundred people meeting at the same time. The people sitting face to face around the long oval conference table seemed to be divided into two different factions, with faintly visible differences between them.
Even strangers who have just entered the venue can tell the difference at a glance and the slight disdain hidden in their eyes.
The leading man sitting at the far end of the conference table has a long beard that can be used as a mop. The corn pipe in his hand is leaking out curls of green smoke as the corners of his mouth squirm, hanging.
The large portrait of Comrade Lenin on the wall behind this man who seemed to dominate the venue was silently watching everyone at the conference table below with his unchanging eyes.
"Okay, everyone should have read through the CC materials and reports that have been distributed in their hands. This report was drafted by our brave and capable Comrade Zhukov based on the actual combat situation and relevant experience during the frontline battle, and then sent.
This precious information has been returned to Moscow. Now I want to hear what comrades think of this report."
The loving father Stalin, who temporarily removed the pipe from his mouth, then slowly blurted out to the people sitting around the conference table below with a face without any emotion, the faint pressure from the Soviet supreme ruler was like
The ripples of water rippled throughout the venue and never dissipated.
The crowd was still thoughtfully holding copies of the reports in their hands, but no one came forward to speak. After waiting for nearly half a minute, Stalin still couldn't get the answer he expected, and he couldn't help but feel a little agitated.
Annoyed, he immediately raised the pipe in his right hand with an unmistakable serious expression, pointed at the middle-aged man nearest to his right and gave an order.
"Ke Jing, you go ahead. Don't worry, just talk about your thoughts and opinions, and boldly speak out what you really think about for your comrades to hear and discuss."
Kogin, who had originally planned to wait and see what happened, had no other choice after being called out by Stalin. After thinking for a while, he organized the appropriate words and began to speak cautiously towards Stalin.
"Comrade Leader, I personally think that the analysis and opinions expressed by General Zhukov in the report are very reasonable. From the perspective of empathy, those fascist invaders will definitely not just sit back and wait for death. They are now
The first task is how to solve the absolute quality disadvantage when facing our army's tanks. On this point alone, I agree with the views mentioned by General Zhukov in the report."
As the son-in-law of Marshal Voroshilov, Kotin has a good idea of how to figure out the thoughts of the Supreme Leader Stalin. Kotin, who is well aware of Stalin's preference for heavy tanks and large-caliber artillery, has already made plans for the rest.
All he had to do was slowly guide and persuade Stalin towards the final result he desired.
As expected, it was as expected. After hearing these cautious words from Kogin's mouth, Stalin's face randomly showed a happy expression of "I think so too", and he smiled slowly and relatively kindly under his big beard.
Ke Jing, whose expression made him feel anxious all the time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good, Kogin, keep talking, I'm very interested in your views and ideas."
Having received initial approval from his loving father Stalin, Kogin continued to carefully observe every expression on the Supreme Leader's face, carefully considering the appropriate words word by word, and then blurted out his words again after thinking for a moment.
"Comrade Leader, I think based on the long-term planning based on this report submitted by General Zhukov, our Red Army should immediately start the research and development plan of a new heavy tank!"
"The primary research and development focus of new heavy tanks should be on armor protection. As General Zhukov mentioned in his report, only the armor protection that can withstand the 88mm artillery of the Fascist army head-on within a regular combat distance.
It is a truly qualified new heavy tank, and it is also the tank our Red Army needs most in the future."
As an ultimate lover of the majestic body of heavy tanks and the large caliber of heavy artillery, the mighty and domineering unyielding wall-like armor protection alone cannot satisfy Stalin's desires. He is more interested in whether the power of the tank's main gun is up to standard.
Stalin then leaned back on the chair, leaning slightly forward closer to Kotin's face and asked.
"These are not enough, Kotin. I want to know how you planned and conceived the tank main gun of the new heavy tank plan you mentioned. If those new tanks against the Nazis are really like what Zhukov mentioned
It has very thick armor, what plan do you have to deal with it?"
"Well......"
Kotin, who only temporarily used the topic to speak freely after Stalin personally called the names, did not consider the issues related to the tank's main gun.
After all, the research and development project of the new heavy tank itself is just a bubble. How can a more sophisticated tank main gun provide a completely suitable and accurate answer in such a short period of time?
Stalin, who had already guessed the answer from the embarrassed stuttering expression on Kogin's face, could not help but be a little disappointed. However, after thinking about it, Stalin felt that it was necessary to ask Kogin to give him an accurate and reliable result in such a hasty time.
It was indeed a bit unrealistic, but Stalin, who looked relieved, did not pursue it too closely, and gently waved the pipe in his hand towards Kogin to indicate that he didn't need to take it to heart.
Seeing that his old rival Ke Jing was speechless for a moment, the middle-aged man sitting across the conference table looked at each other and blurted out the words he had prepared for a long time.