Steel Soviet Union

Kalashnikov is well on his way to designing a new assault rifle, but it will take some time to see the first prototype take shape.

Kalashnikov, who was striving for excellence and shouldering huge pressure and heavy burdens, devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work. Every detail of the design was strived to be accurate and revised repeatedly.

Regarding this situation, Malashenko is happy to see the outcome.

After all, special methods must be used under special circumstances. Whether it is time or objective circumstances, Malashenko does not have many opportunities.

It would be better for Kalashnikov to spend a little more time and effort on the design than to rush to create a batch of deformed rifles that cannot be used after they are obtained.

Malashenko knew this, so he did not push Kalashnikov too much. He just took time to go to Kalashnikov's independent office twice every day to see how the design was progressing. . If you see any problems or design errors, point them out to Kalashnikov and make corrections, discuss them together and exchange opinions.

In addition to being busy with the new assault rifle, Malashenko also has to take time to go over every day to see how the IS4 heavy tank prototype construction project presided over by Kogin is going.

The remaining two improved IS4 heavy tanks are being completed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the construction of the power cabin is nearing completion and entering the final stage.

The next thing to do is to install the improved heat dissipation mechanism designed by Dr. August and approved by Kojing inspection on the car, and complete the final task of capping the power cabin.

So so far, everything is going smoothly, and all important matters recorded are progressing step by step in the direction Malashenko had expected.

But as Malashenko often says, no one is omnipotent, just like himself.

Malashenko could use his own will to influence the development of Soviet weapons and equipment, but he could not predict the development of the German army as his opponent.

The butterfly effect stirred up by invisible wings has so far exceeded the scope of common sense and cannot be predicted. The next step in the development of equipment by the German army has completely deviated from the existing historical trajectory.

The swaying car was driving on a country road paved with stones. The Mercedes-Benz car did not have a good shock absorption effect when traveling on such a road that was not very flat. It was spaced and regular like bumper cars. The shaking makes it difficult for people in the car to fall asleep peacefully even if they are sleepy.

Guderian, who did not come to Austria often, had stayed in Germany for too long. Ever since he was fired by the head of state with a divorce letter and went home to eat himself, the unhappy and angry Guderian returned to his hometown. I have been doing two things: being a free old man, sunbathing in the sun, strolling in the garden, and listening to the birds singing every day. I live a leisurely and happy life.

Another thing is to write and visit some of my familiar contacts and people in Berlin, complaining to these people who know me well about the unfair treatment I have encountered, in the hope that one day I can receive a transfer order. Returning to the battlefield means at least returning to a position where you can make a difference and do something, instead of just sitting at home and being an old man doing nothing.

Maybe Guderian's efforts really paid off, or maybe it was just that the head of state remembered the wad of used toilet paper that he threw into the wastebasket, and felt that the things he had thrown away before might still be of some use, so he picked them up again and continued. Just for use.

But no matter what the reason was, Guderian, who received the transfer order and resumed his duties as director of the Army's Armored Forces and officer, was still grateful and happy that he could take up his post again.

Just as Guderian himself wrote in his diary: "On that day, my life once again ignited and had a second meaning!"

It has been 41 years since the construction of Valentine Town as a major military town began. Two years later, it has become one of the most important heartlands of the German armored forces. It is also the location that Guderian, as the director of the Army's armored forces, pays most attention to. , after Guderian was reinstated, the number of visits to this Austrian town has increased significantly.

When he came here today, Guderian carried a special mission from the head of state. It was not just the bad road conditions that kept shaking that kept him awake. The important things in his heart also made Guderian feel a little uneasy.

"We are almost there, General. Where do you plan to visit first?"

The young adjutant sitting in the passenger seat turned around and asked Guderian, who was leaning on the back seat of the car.

"Go directly to the factory. We are pressed for time and have no time to do other things."

Guderian knew what the adjutant was asking about in a superficial way. The people in the factory often entertained and entertained him warmly in the past, but the rigid Guderian was not interested in all this.

Guderian cared more about practical things than these fancy gadgets, and it was the same this time.

As expected, as before, the people from the factory were already waiting at the gate of the factory before Guderian's special car arrived. A large group of experts and their assistants, including a few specially invited reporters and accompanying guards, were surrounded by such a dark and crowded scene that Guderian, who saw the situation from afar, frowned.

"There are always people who like to express themselves, general. They even think that what they do is meaningful."

Having spent a lot of time with Guderian, the adjutant in the front row also knew what his immediate boss was used to thinking and what he hated. After all, almost everyone in this position was a capable person and there was no one with low emotional intelligence.

But Guderian, who was obviously not very interested, still leaned on the back seat without making a sound until the car drove to the gate of the factory. He slowly stopped under the gaze and attention of the crowd, grabbed his military cap and put it on the top of his forehead. Guderian got off the bus without saying a word, pushed the door open and got off.

"Ah, dear Guderian, we meet again! The reporters have been waiting for you for a long time. Do you want to be interviewed first?"

The first man to rush up was Guderian's old acquaintance, Berlin's liaison at the Nibelungen factory: Hermann Schreinberg.

This is a middle-aged man who wears Himmler-style round glasses and a Fuhrer-style mustache. He also likes to imitate Dr. Goebbels when he speaks. His apparent enthusiasm and smile actually reveal the talent of only a few people who know him well. Know the darkness.

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