Steel Soviet Union

Although German man-made tanks strive for excellence and exaggerate like polished works of art, they are at least not without merit.

Through Kotin's description, Malashenko can basically figure out what the exhaust fan-type cooling system looks like. Many German tanks have such designs, including the Panther, Tiger, and finally the King Tiger. Using.

Oh, one more thing, Malashenko remembers that the iconic NATO hips of KraussMaffei's Leopard 2 series in later generations also had two cooling exhaust fans that looked like Nvidia graphics cards, nicknamed "gas stoves." This qualified design is still in use even in the 21st century, which shows that there is no big problem.

"I think you should save four of them and give them to me together. It will take some time before I can actually return to the front line. This time I have half a month's vacation."

"Half-month holiday? So what do you plan to do in the next few days?"

"I plan to go home to be with Natalia. I have been fighting Germans on the front line all day long. She is already worried about me at home. She should go back more often."

As Malashenko and Kotin were walking, they had not finished speaking. They accidentally turned their heads and looked forward, only to see a familiar figure: Kalashnikov was curiously in front of a machine tool in the workshop. Watch.

The comrade worker who was in charge of operating the machine tool was pulling a piece that looked like a suspension part. Kalashnikov, who had probably never seen tank production before, stood aside curiously and looked at it with a slightly excited look. Seeing everything that I had never seen before, I still smiled and chatted with the comrade workers beside me and asked how this thing was made.

It was obvious that Kalashnikov was interested in this.

And this was not only seen by Malashenko, but also by Kogin who was standing aside.

"He has a tank crew logo on his collar badge. Is he from your army?"

This time Malashenko brought several entourage, and except for the little female nurse, all of them had the rank of tank soldiers. Kojin took it for granted that the young man in front of him, whose name he did not know yet, was Malashenko. One of Shenke's subordinates.

Hearing Kotin's question on the side, Malashenko realized that it was time to entrust Kotin with the Kalashnikov arrangements. After organizing his words for a while, Malashenko spoke immediately.

"He is not in my army. In 1941, he was a commander of a T34 tank, driving a medium tank. The German anti-tank gun penetrated his vehicle, and his arm nerves were injured and his hand was damaged. He didn't have the strength to hold things tightly, so after he recovered, the military doctor sent him home to let him have a good rest."

"Oh, by the way, his name is Kalashnikov, Mikhail Difrovitch Kalashnikov."

Ke Jin vaguely felt that Malashenko had the purpose of introducing this young man in such detail, but he couldn't guess it for a while, so he could only continue to ask questions while riding a donkey downhill.

"So you plan to take him back to your unit? It looks like he has recovered."

Malashenko smiled.

"No, I plan to hand him over to you and keep him with you, and you have to help me take care of him.

Upon hearing Malashenko's words, Kogin's next expression almost had a question mark written on his face.

"Stay here with me? Take care of him?"

"Yes, that's right."

Looking at Kalashnikov excitedly playing with the newly processed parts, Malashenko, who had a premonition that he had made the right move by bringing him here, continued to speak to Kotin.

"After he learned that he could not return to the battlefield, he jumped out of the train halfway home and ran to a station depot to make a gun with rudimentary tools. He firmly believed that he could design and manufacture a gun that could Comrades on the front line use light weapons to reduce casualties, and he has this talent and ability. I took a fancy to this and chose to believe in him, so I brought him to you. "

Malashenko's explanation was very clear and straightforward, but it sounded a bit wrong to Kotin.

"Wait, you mean, you want him to stay here to make guns? Am I right?"

Malashenko nodded, smiled and spoke.

"Of course, that's my plan."

""

Kotin, who was speechless, blinked and looked at the young man called Kalashnikov, then looked back at Malashenko beside him to make sure that his good brother was not joking. Then he answered.

"Okay, although it's a bit unexpected, I think it's no problem. I don't have a production line specifically for making guns, but I can provide him with machine tools, excellent tools, and other equipment. If he needs an assistant, I can also provide him with it. Even if it’s for your sake, it’s rare for you to ask me for help.”

"However, I want to know, do you plan to let him build a prototype gun here and then participate in the National Small Arms Design Competition?"

Malashenko, who was about to explain this issue to Kogin, heard the question and got to the point. He simply told everything in his heart without any concealment.

"In fact, I don't plan to let him participate in the National Small Arms Design Competition. Instead, I will directly build the quantity I need here, bypassing the selection of the National Small Arms Design Competition and directly equip my troops. I believe he can succeed, and he The designed weapon can be proven to be of great use in the future, and then I believe that his work will be selected to become the next generation of the Red Army’s standard rifle.”

""

Malashenko's wishful thinking was so bold and unconstrained that Kotin was so shocked that he was speechless.

Although he wanted to say that this plan was impossible and simply crazy, Kejin, who was curious, decided to be patient and ask Malashenko how much he wanted to make. If the amount was not too big, he could do it. There is room for accommodation.

"How many of the guns he made do you want? I mean deliver them to you from me."

Malashenko didn't say much, just raised a finger to Kotin.

"Ten?"

Kogin felt that this amount was already the limit of what he could accommodate under his authority. If there were any more, something would happen, and he might not be able to eat and walk around, but Malashenko calmly shook his head.

"Oh my god, you don't want him to make a hundred, do you? That's impossible!"

Who would have thought that Malashenko's real plan was even more bold than this, and the answer he gave next could almost shock Kotin's jaw.

"I want him to build enough to equip at least one battalion, just from you. If the number is too small, it will not be able to reflect the role of large-scale combat. We also need to equip each vehicle crew with some as replacement new self-defense weapons. How? Like? Can you help me with this?"

To describe Kogin’s feelings at this time, if you use words to describe it, you can only think that Malashenko is crazy! He's still crazy enough to involve himself in it.

The voice suddenly increased by many decibels, even mixed with some unbelievable and unbelievable words, and then blurted out from Ke Jing's mouth.

"Are you crazy? Malashenko! There is no plan approved by superiors and no production quota. You want me to build you a battalion of non-standard, experimental rifles at one time, and send them to the front-line troops for direct installation!? This If something goes wrong, you and I will be in big trouble! We will both become saboteurs of the motherland, even if you are Marshal Zhukov's favorite and a hero of the Soviet Union!"

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