Burning Moscow

Ustinov asked in a puzzled manner: "Lida, not many people know about this. Who did you listen to? Is it Marshal Zhukov?"

"No, Comrade People’s Committee. I didn’t listen to Marshal Zhukov about this." I glanced at Vasilievsky, who was sitting distressed behind the desk, and said to my heart that the person who provided me with information must be Those who could not be sold, he smiled and said into the microphone: "Anyway, I have my way to understand this matter. I don’t know if you can take care of the 6th Guards Army and give us this batch of new equipment first. Can't let the Guards soldiers hold equipment that is inferior to ordinary troops? In that case, even if they are brave enough to face the fascist invaders armed to their teeth, they will pay a great sacrifice."

That is to say, the relationship between me and Ustinov is relatively friendly. In some words, I can say so unscrupulously. If I change to another person, maybe it will be because I said that the guards are not equipped, and the possible sacrifices. Go to the line and give me a severe lesson.

After listening to what I said, Ustinov was silent for a while, and then said solemnly: "Lida, you and I have a good friendship, and I will keep you from hiding some things. The infantry light weapons I can control are Thirty thousand Kalashnikov rifles. But it’s definitely not enough to give you all. An old friend of mine is now serving as deputy commander in the Bryansk Front. At this moment, he’s waiting outside in the drawing room, too. It's for this batch of weapons and equipment."

After listening to these words of Ustinov, I couldn’t help but scream. The other party was not only the deputy commander of the Bryansk Front, who was higher than me, but also Ustinov’s. Old friend. It seems that this batch of weapons will be ruined. Thinking of this, I immediately pleaded with Ustinov and said, "Comrade People’s Committee, can I have a talk with this Deputy Commander? Even if this batch of weapons can’t be given to us all. But half or one-third of them will be given to us. Are we okay?"

"Lida, wait a moment. Don't hang up." After Ustinov said, I heard him pick up another phone next to him and said to the microphone: "Hey, please Bryan Comrade, the deputy commander of the Skr Front Army came in."

After a while, I heard the door ring first, and then heard the sound of the chair moving, it seemed that Ustinov was standing up. Soon I heard Ustinov’s hearty laugh: "Dear Ivan Ivanovich, hello. It's nice to see you alive."

"Comrade People's Committee," followed a familiar voice: "To borrow a sentence from a friend of mine once said: ‘The bullet that can kill me hasn’t been made yet.’"

When I heard this sentence, my heart couldn’t help but moved. My heart said this sentence was very familiar, as if I had said it before, and I also seemed to have heard the voice of the person speaking. Could it be that I know it again? General?

I was thinking like this, and suddenly heard my name: "My comrade general. If I am not mistaken, the sentence you quoted should have been said by the only female general in our army, Comrade Oshanina. ?"

Ustinov's words. Surprised the other party, he hesitated for a moment before repliing: "Yes, dear Dmitry Fedorovich, this is indeed what Oshanina once said. She is my good friend. ."

The words of this unknown general surprised me. Listening to his tone, he seemed to be quite familiar with me. But I thought about it again, and I really couldn't think of any general I was familiar with. Will serve as deputy commander of the Bryansk Front Army.

Before I could come up with an answer, I heard Ustinov say again: "When you were outside. I was talking on the phone with Oshanina. She also wanted the weapons your front wanted. Old man, How about you talk to her and you two will discuss privately how to distribute this batch of new assault rifles?"

The general was silent for a while, and finally agreed very simply: "Well, let me talk to Lida."

"Hey, Lida, are you still there?" Ustinov's voice from the receiver appeared clearer, and he obviously picked up the microphone again.

"Yes, Comrade People's Committee, I am!" I hurriedly replied when I heard Ustinov's voice.

"That's it, Comrade the deputy commander of the Bryansk Front wants to talk to you," Ustinov heard my answer, and then said: "He said he is your good friend, and I believe you can A mutually satisfactory agreement was reached.” Then Ustinov’s voice became a bit distant, apparently passing the microphone to the general, because I also heard him say, “Please, Comrade General, Lida Online Waiting for you."

After the general took the microphone, he greeted him.

Listening to this seemingly familiar voice, I still couldn't remember who the other party was, so I had to say vaguely: "Hello! Comrade Deputy Commander of the Front Army."

After the other party heard my voice, he hehe smiled and said, "What's the matter, Lida, after I get to the general, can I not even hear my voice?"

I tried my best to recall this familiar voice. I thought of all the generals I knew during the Battle of Stalingrad, but neither Trikov, Rodimtsev or Lyudnikov could speak to this general. For the upper ranks, besides, with their ranks, they have not yet become the deputy commander of the front army. At the moment, I really hate Russian names. They are all composed of their real name, father’s name, and surname. People usually call each other by their surname, but among friends who are close friends, they use their real name and their father’s name. When Ustinov called him just now, he used a gracious address, so that I didn't even know who the other party was. Because I really couldn't remember, I had to smile wryly and replied: "I'm sorry, Comrade General, I really can't hear your voice. May I ask you who you are?"

"Lida, what's the matter with you, did you forget me after leaving Leningrad?" The other party raised his voice and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "After becoming the commander of the group army, I no longer need my fee. Juninsky?"

"General Fejuninsky?!" The other party's words surprised me too much. I never dreamed that the deputy commander of the Bryansk Front was actually my savior, General Fejuninsky, and couldn't help shouting: "Oh my God, Comrade General, I didn't expect it. The deputy commander of the Bryansk Front is you! Please forgive me..."

"It's all right, Lida, don't talk about it." Feijuninsky didn't wait for me to finish. He interrupted me and continued to say: "I will talk about the old things. Let's talk about it later, let's talk about this batch of weapons and equipment."

Originally, I wanted to reminisce about the past with him, playing the emotional card, and hearing him say this, an unknown premonition surged in my heart. It seems that Feijuninsky is also a clear-cut person. Friends are friends, and work is work. No matter how good the relationship between him and me is, when it comes to the interests of our respective forces. He deliberately played an official tone.

"General Fejuninsky," I said politely but firmly at the same time: "As for the distribution of the infantry's assault rifles, please put forward a plan first, and then we will discuss it."

"Okay, okay, Lida, since you asked me to propose a proposal, then I will talk about my ideas," Feijuninski said with a smile, "there are 30,000 rifles in that batch. It seems that we are friends. In terms of friendship, I'll give you five thousand sticks."

"What, five thousand?" Hear Feyjuninsky's number. I suffocated my mouth, and said angrily: "Comrade General, is there too little?"

"That's a lot," Feijuninsky said with a smile: "Although we were allocated 25,000, but with this rifle, we can only arm the troops of three to four divisions at most, and the rest of the troops. To change clothes, at least until after October."

"Comrade General, my troops are deployed opposite the Germans. It is possible to fight them at any time. If we don't have good weapons, we will suffer heavy casualties in the battle." This is both a friend and a elder brother. In front of the old superior, I cheered and said: "Or. We are still half of this batch of weapons, don't you think it's okay?"

"No, resolutely not." As soon as I said my words, Feijuninsky's resolute objection was evoked: "I will give you five thousand rifles because of our old friendship, otherwise I will not be able to use a gun. Give it to you."

"Comrade General," I continued: "Since you are my old superior and friend, you should take care of me. You can't just watch my troops because of poor equipment. The casualties are exhausted. Let me be a polished commander. Member?"

Vasilevsky, who was sitting across from me, couldn't help laughing as he watched me complaining like this. Feijuninski on the other end of the phone was obviously in a dilemma. After a while, he said, "Well, Lida, since you said that, I will add more to you, seven thousand. Seven thousand, this is the final number. Are you allowed to bargain with me anymore?"

"Please, please, Comrade General, can you add more to me?" I think of the later generations of young girls bargaining with the boss in the store, and I can't help but use it in the negotiation with Feijuninsky. , But after the babbling voice came out, I got goose bumps all over myself: "Add a little bit, I don't want too much, just give me 10,000 sticks. Okay?"

When I said this, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of Vasilievsky and Shumilov covering their mouths and leaning back and laughing, and couldn't help but smile at them embarrassingly. It is estimated that Feijuninsky on the other side was too tortured by my voice, so he gritted his teeth and said simply: "Well, nine thousand sticks, more than one won't work. If you still feel less, Then I won't give you one."

When I heard Feijuninsky say this, I felt that my goal was basically achieved, so I borrowed the donkey and said, "Well, Comrade General, if this is the case, nine thousand is nine thousand. Thank you, thank you for your generosity. !"

"Alright, Lida." Ustinov's voice came from the receiver. "General Fejuninsky has been mad at you. Is there anything else you want to tell me? If not, I I just hung up."

"Please wait, Comrade People's Committee. I still have something to tell you." Although some infantry equipment has been solved, the tank soldiers' equipment has not yet arrived. The German Tiger tanks, even the best Soviet T-34 at present, are helpless, let alone those early T-26s. Putting such tanks on the battlefield, except for the German tanks as targets, is basically It's not very useful, so I plan to get more new T-54/55 tanks from Ustinov to equip the newly formed 33rd tank corps of Colonel Bere.

"What can I say, I still have a lot of work to do." Ustinov urged.

"Comrade People's Committee," I said in an imploring tone: "The 33rd Tank Army is equipped with old tanks. It is not an opponent of the German tanks. I wonder if you can add some new tanks to us?"

Ustinov was silent for a moment, and then asked with an urn voice, "How much do you plan to ask for?"

I think of what Vasilevsky said just now that the current output of the arsenal can only reach 70,000 rifles and 170 tanks per month. If you want too much, Ustinov will definitely not agree, so I considered it for a long time, and finally asked tentatively: "Comrade People’s Committee, can you give me three hundred tanks? It’s a new type of tank with a relatively large output. "I wanted to directly talk about the model of the tank~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but I saw that there was a commander like Shumilov in the room with insufficient confidentiality, so I could only use a new tank instead.

"What?" Ustinov exclaimed excitedly at the number I said: "Hey, I said Lida, do you know the current monthly output of our arsenal?" Without waiting for my answer, He asked and answered, "One hundred thousand rifles and two hundred and twenty tanks. But when you open your mouth, you need three hundred. You know that is more than a month's output. If you give them all to your army, those What should the tank army do?"

I heard that the equipment output he said was different from what Vasilevsky said, and I was stunned, but I quickly remembered that it was my memory that was wrong. Vasilevsky was talking about the output of the first 20 days. , Not all month.

Ustinov said hurriedly: "...With the existing manufacturing technology and scale of our arsenal, the number of man-hours required to produce a new tank is 7,000, which is only 8,000 compared to the t-34 when it was put into production in 1940. The working hours are slightly lower. If you want to shorten the manufacturing hours, you will have to wait at least until May 1944, and then it will be possible to drop to about 4,000 working hours..."

After hurriedly talking about a series of statistics, Ustinov rebuffed me unceremoniously and said: "Lida, let alone you in this matter, even if Zhukov or the Supreme Commander himself came forward, I could not give it to you. You have so many tanks." (To be continued.)