Good times are always short-lived, and countless troubles come one after another. This is Malashenko's normal state.
The reunion dinner with Jack was indeed quite pleasant. The current situation between the United States and the Soviet Union was not at a tense level, and Malashenko and Jack were able to reminisce about old times as friends and comrades-in-arms. They talked about private matters rather than official matters.
I have been looking for it for a long time. Is it possible to have an opportunity at any time?
After picking up his mood and returning to normal, Malashenko had many things to ask for. The first big thing he wanted to ask for was something related to the military parade. The first thing he wanted to ask about was the upcoming first Moscow military parade.
The superiors have already issued formal written orders and monthly schedules. Malashenko will leave for home in a few days. During that period, there are many other things to do. The first thing to do is to arrange the handover before he leaves.
matters.
As well as the transfer of the reviewing troops of the Leader's Army back to Moscow, all arrangements were made before leaving.
Regarding the specific issue of which troops should return to China for review, Malashenko's opinion was sought from the superiors, so previous decisions had to be made in person and not with Malashenko's approval.
It could have been expected that Kurbalov's 1st Brigade, the main force of the leading army with the most outstanding military achievements, was named and asked to prepare to return home for review.
"My boy, are you really lucky? I rushed in front of him during the war, but now I can't be in front of him during the military parade. I can't do anything with my boy in front, but he is the one behind me and sits on the bench? That's flat! Wei!
This is the first Red Square military parade after the victory of the Korean War. What an honor it is to allow my boy to lead the troops back to the country. Is he really not willing to do so?"
Although he said it like a joke, Varosha was also very happy in his heart.
Is Kulbalov's brigade a division commander? Oh no, it should be called the old basic unit started by the comrade corps commander. Otherwise, the comrade commander took it out and then handed it over to Kulbalov's lap.
That unit, filled with merit and glory, is indeed qualified to serve as the vanguard in the Red Square in Moscow and accept the first great review after the victory of the Great Patriotic War.
But if you keep your mouth shut with Kurbalov, it's just because the two brothers have a good relationship, and you can just complain and complain. There is no other meaning.
After all, you have received real honors and benefits, so you should be envious, right?
Hearing what Varosha said jokingly, he gently waved his fist and hit his chest. Kulbalov, who was already wearing a brand new Major General tank soldier's uniform, smiled.
"Okay, you've already become a general. I'm not much worse than him."
"Besides, if I stay in Berlin, I won't be allowed to walk around and do nothing all day long. If he guessed correctly, they probably won't be able to make it to the military parade in Berlin, and I will be the one-man show there by then.
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"Let me think about it, those Americans, Frenchmen, and British guys are going to Taiwan at one stop, and we drive them all from the east. Think about what will happen then?"
"Please tell him. If he begs the Americans or the British, he will probably get dizzy and have high blood pressure. He may even wet his pants."
What Kurbalov said did make sense. After listening to this, Varosha always felt that he had forgotten something or said something less.
"What about the French? Didn't I just say that there are French supporters? What will they do?"
"French guy."
After hearing this, Kulbalov pretended to be in reverie and pondered, and after a moment he gave a direct answer in the affirmative.
"Then he thinks he should raise a red flag when he sees IS7, what do I think?"
"Well, don't say it. It makes sense. He thinks what I said is reasonable! Shouldn't that be the case?"
Pooh hahahaha——
After looking at each other, they burst into laughter. The cheerful voice suddenly penetrated the window and went straight to the pile of rubble on the street outside.
No matter when, the milk method will always bring people unimaginable happiness regardless of time or place. It seems that it will be the same even in a few decades.
Just like that, the troops to be reviewed in the two separate military parades have been determined.
One is in Moscow and the other is in Berlin.
As for the previous meeting place?
Could that be presented in the form of a "huge Slavic shock" to the Kwantung Army in the far east?
Before deploying the troops on the parade ground, the leading army had to receive some new personnel and equipment for proper replenishment.
Some of the equipment was specially prepared for the military parade, such as the latest ISU-203 self-propelled artillery that my father, Comrade Stalin, "favored" by name.
The new, huge, experimental self-propelled artillery that rode on the tail end of the Great Patriotic War and fought just before the Battle of Berlin. After emerging on the battlefield through the leading division in the Battle of Berlin, it quickly
The detailed battle report attracted the attention of Comrade Stalin.
"That piece of equipment, does it perform well on the battlefield?"
No matter how new nuclear equipment is put into the battlefield, it will receive the immediate attention of leaders and comrades.
Whether a leader is a leader, whether he is a minister of equipment, there is a huge pile of things he needs to do every day, not just military related.
Except for the "Red Stalingrad", which is so bad that you don't want it, and it is only one weapon. Most of the new equipment has achieved certain results on the battlefield. In the battle report,
Only after it appears can it attract the attention of leaders and comrades based on its strength.
Zhukov, who has always been "by your side", certainly understands this truth, and he also knows whether his loving father, Comrade Stalin, is truly a "hustler for big things."
Large aircraft, battleships, large-caliber heavy artillery, large heavy tanks, whatever is big enough, you can choose whatever you like. What you want is majestic and domineering, with great visual impact and destructive power.
Knowing that the leader comrade has such a hobby, it is not obvious how to answer, not to mention that it is not a lie, but a fact based on the facts.
"At present, only the leader division is equipped with this experimental self-propelled artillery, and the ones used are not the first batch of prototypes. The theory will lack certain reference value."
"Based on actual combat feedback, the leader's evaluation seems to be unexpectedly good. Especially in the stages of particularly strong fortifications and siege operations, it can exert a powerful destructive effect that far exceeds that of ordinary 152mm artillery.
force."
"In addition, its mobility is also good, and its protection is not very good. There is no artillery that can effectively destroy its armor. The only unsatisfactory thing is its weight and reliability. Some subsystems need to be improved.
Feedback from the design bureau said that after further improvements, the tonnage can be reduced significantly."
"Um"
Comrade Stalin, who had a battle report on one hand, a pipe on the other, and a chair behind his desk with smoke coming from his mouth, nodded immediately after listening to Zhukov's words.
"Would you say that this piece of equipment is very good now and has the potential to become even better in the future, no?"
Listening to leaders speak is a kind of knowledge, a very deep knowledge, a knowledge that Zhukov still dare not say he has mastered.
As for what I just said and how to answer it in this form of expression, Zhukov is already as clear as a mirror.
"It can be said, Comrade Stalin, that it is indeed a very powerful piece of equipment in a suitable combat environment."
He said it was strong, but he didn't say it was stupidly strong. He said it would be very strong in a suitable combat environment.
If he loses his strength and encounters a problem in the future, then at least he will leave a way out for him. If he has something to say at that time, it will not end in a hopeless situation. The reason is that simple.
"That's good! Zhukov, very good!"
Comrade Stalin was very happy to receive a satisfactory answer from Zhukov, and then issued an order that would soon make the United States, Britain and the West feel blood pressure high.
"Accelerate the mass production of that equipment. If the motherland needs it, they can have enough quantity to appear in the military parade. Since it is not the first batch of equipment to be installed and used by the leadership division, let's continue to deliver it to them. It is very important to be familiar with the equipment."
"In addition, that kind of equipment should also be requested during the Berlin military parade. It is very necessary! Now the West is beginning to change their attitude towards them. They must show strong enough strength in front of them to prevent them from using some unnecessary things.
What a stupid, crooked mind."
"Ming Hong, Comrade Stalin. He will make arrangements to do that thing as soon as possible and ensure that he personally supervises the implementation."
With the approval of his father-in-law Comrade Dong Ling and Zhukov's personal supervision, the Kirov factory, which was originally operating at full capacity to manufacture the IS7, changed its situation almost overnight.
"What? Concentrate the main production requirements on ISU-203 immediately? Yes, but that means that it is experimental equipment that has not passed the final acceptance, Comrade Marshal. Although he did not lead the design of that equipment, he also hopes that
It can indeed be transferred to mass production to serve the motherland. Is it possible to do so? Isn’t it a bit inappropriate?”
The phone call from Zhukov himself really caught Shashmulin off guard as he was working on IS7 production ramp-up.
As a result, Shashmulin himself, as the chief equipment engineer, felt that the kind of "special thing" that required faster design and mass production than Malashenko's participation in the equipment design was already far beyond his own capabilities.
Some common sense made Shashmulin, who was holding the microphone with his legs, confused as to what was going on.
"But the motherland needs that equipment now, immediately! Moreover, that is not what Comrade Stalin wants to see."
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Zhukov on the other end of the phone lifted his loving comrade out and waved it there. Shashmulin on the other end of the phone didn't shut up, or he didn't know what to say anymore.
Only Zhukov's words continued quietly.
"I believe I have heard about matters related to the military parade. Comrade Stalin hopes that a sufficient number of ISU-203s can be seen passing through the two military parades in Moscow and Berlin."
"Besides, that equipment has withstood the test of actual combat, hasn't it? The actual combat report submitted by Malashenko did not mention that it has some major flaws and unreasonable features. It is based on the existing mature platform and design of IS7
, giving it a sufficiently high reliability starting point, with only some minor deficiencies that need to be improved. If not for the original words in Malashenko's report, I should have the same document as the report in his lap.
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The order was very direct, and the meaning was very clear. At this point, Shashmulin knew exactly what to say and what to do when he received the call. After thinking about it for a while, he organized some words before holding the microphone with his legs and speaking again.
"How many vehicles are needed? How much time can be given to him? Comrade Marshal."
The two most critical questions were blurted out, and Zhukov's answers on the other end of the phone were equally straightforward.
"The number of burnt vehicles is guaranteed to be 36. I hope that we can arm at least two equipment squadrons. They will be transported to Moscow and Berlin to be evenly divided and delivered to Malashenko for installation. If time permits."
Zhukov on the other end of the phone was brooding, but for Shashmulin on the other end of the phone, it was as if time had frozen, as if the months were like years, and his heartbeat was racing.
"The first batch of 18 vehicles will be delivered in one week, and the second batch of 18 vehicles will be completed in another week. Can it be completed?"
Shashmulin gritted his teeth after hearing this. Although it was difficult to speak, military R&D and production is not something that can be boasted casually. As the chief engineer, being responsible for one's own projects is not a basic and necessary professional ethics.
If you need to say something, you must follow scientific laws and objective facts to tell the truth truthfully, instead of patting your chest and giving assurances irresponsibly.
"The second batch can be delivered within one week, but the production line setup and preparation for the first batch will require additional time. Comrade Marshal, please give him three more days. It can be completed in ten days."
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Zhukov on the other end of the phone was noncommittal, and there was no reply for several seconds, which made Shashmulin, who was already nervous and concentrating, even more sweaty on his forehead.
Until about ten seconds passed, which seemed like several hours had passed, Zhukov's pretentious voice quietly sounded again.
"Is two days okay? He wants to give Malashenko more time to run in the equipment and practice rehearsals."
It's not an order, but a tone of discussion.
Zhukov had a sense of what could be done forcefully and what things should never be done.
Anyone who is responsible for their equipment must know that the equipment will give me a hard time when I need it most.
It doesn't matter whether it's on the battlefield or on the parade ground, the truth is the same.
I heard Zhukov mention Malashenko, a name that also has a certain degree of special meaning for me.
Shashmulin, who was thinking over and over again, was just like Zhukov just now, and didn't reply for more than ten seconds.
Zhukov understood the reason and did not urge him. He waited patiently until those firm words finally came from the microphone again.
"The answer is no, Comrade Marshal Shashmulin and all the comrades of the Kirov Factory guarantee to complete the arduous tasks entrusted by the motherland and will deliver the equipment required for the military parade on time and in high quality and quantity."
The voice that came back from the phone seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, but it was more understanding, grateful, and a trace of perceptible apology.
"Let me tell all the comrades in the factory and the R&D and design team that Marshal Zhukov pays us the highest respect."
"The last military operation of the Patriotic War took place not on the battlefield, but on the parade ground. Each of us will make an outstanding contribution to the victory of that operation. Thank you!"