USSR 1941

This lieutenant general is Mehlis, who is known as the "King of Small Reports".

Mehlis has many titles, such as the director of the General Political Department, the political commissar of the first-level group army, and the deputy people's commissar of national defense. At this time, he is commanding the battle on the front line as a representative of the Supreme Command...In fact, everyone knows that he is commanding the battle This guy wanted to take advantage of the Soviet counterattack to get a little gold and a little halo for himself, lest others say that he only made small reports.

Knowing that the person in front of him was Mehlis, Shulka understood.

Mehlis is notorious for flattering flatterers. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Naturally, most of the people around him are incompetent and short-tempered, so the various "unprofessional" behaviors before are quite normal.

Shulka regretted it. If he had known it was him, he should have let the Germans capture him, or even clean him up in chaos.

But now, it's too late.

"I don't seem to have seen such a car!" Mechelis asked curiously after getting on the half-track vehicle.

"Yes, Comrade General!" Shulka replied: "This is a half-track vehicle that has just been developed!"

Shulka had to speak a little louder because of the noise from the halftrack.

The instructor seemed a little nervous, and he explained to Mechlis with some stuttering: "We just received ten vehicles for testing, and we didn't expect to meet you..."

"Why didn't I know?" Mehlis asked, as if someone was hiding something from him.

"This...Comrade Mehlis!" the instructor replied: "Perhaps it is because scientists have always disagreed with this half-track vehicle!"

"No? Why not?" Mehlis asked.

"You know!" the instructor explained: "They think it's a waste to produce this kind of vehicle. Its transportation capacity is not as good as that of a car, and it also wastes the tracks of a tank. In addition, it is time-consuming to produce, so..."

"They are such a bunch of idiots!" Mehlis couldn't help laughing: "I think it's very good, it's much safer than a jeep. If I take this half-track instead of a jeep, those Germans will look better." Already!"

"Yes, yes!" The instructor had some difficulty answering this.

"Then how did they finally agree to produce half-tracks?"

"It's Comrade Captain!" The instructor turned his attention to Shulka: "He convinced those scientists and designed this half-track vehicle!"

"Oh!" Mechlis cast his eyes on Shulka: "You designed this half-track vehicle?"

"Yes, Comrade Mechlis!" Shulka replied.

"Do you think it has any merit?" Mechelis asked again.

"Excellent off-road performance!" Shulka replied casually: "It has basic defense capabilities, and it can also easily add necessary weapons, such as machine guns and bazookas to expand it... If we used cars to fight against the Germans just now, It won't be so easy to win!"

"That's right, Comrade Shulka!" Mechlis patted Shulka on the shoulder: "I saw it just now, it is very suitable for front-line operations, we should produce more half-track vehicles like this! I Glad to see you like that!"

Shulka felt nauseous. This Mechlis knew nothing, but he wanted to pretend that he knew everything and everything was under his control.

The instructor secretly winked at Shulka,

It means to let Shulka cooperate.

Shulka nodded helplessly, and replied: "Yes, Comrade Mechlis, you have been honored!"

"Comrade Shulka!" Mehlis asked, "I'm curious...why did you not hesitate to shoot and knock down that **** lackey when he pointed a gun at me? Don't you worry about him pulling the trigger before dying?"

"Comrade Mechlis!" The instructor suddenly became nervous again: "At that time, Comrade Shulka didn't know it was you, he was just saving lives..."

"I didn't ask you!" Mechelis interrupted the instructor.

The instructor immediately stopped daring to make a sound... Mechlis was a person who could turn clouds and rain in the Soviet Union. For example, at this time he was the representative of the Supreme Command. Can represent the Supreme Command to command the Soviet army to fight on the front line.

"I think that's the best option, Comrade Mechelis!" Shulka replied.

Shulka understood at this moment that Mechlis would not be grateful to Shulka for saving his life. On the contrary, he might even grab something out of it and put a hat on Shulka.

"Give me a reason!" Mehlis said, "Otherwise, I have reason to believe that you didn't care about the life of a general at all!"

"I am aiming at the enemy's abdomen!" Shulka replied: "If it is other parts, then it is indeed as you said, when my bullet hits the enemy, my finger will pull the trigger..."

"Aiming at the enemy's abdomen won't pull the trigger?"

"No, he will too!" Shulka replied: "But, no matter who is hit hard in the abdomen, he will bow his body reflexively, so... the bullet he pulled the trigger is the one that hit the target. at your feet!"

Mechlis was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "That's right, Comrade Shulka! I know this, and speaking of it, I should thank you, you saved my life!"

"That's what I should do, Comrade General!" Shulka replied coldly.

At the headquarters of the 1st Guards Tank Brigade, Mechlis angrily said to Katukov before his butt was hot: "Why don't you attack? When other troops are chasing the enemy, you stay behind Rest Rzhev! Don't you think this cowardly behavior is shameful?"

Katukov was dumbfounded by the call, and he was stunned for a while before replying: "Comrade Mekhlis, we were ordered to station in Rzhev..."

"Then the order has changed now!" said Mechlis, "Now is the time to drive out the lackeys of the Communist Party from our country. Brigade is no exception!"

"We need Comrade Rokossovsky's order!" Katukov could only answer in desperation.

"You need an order?" Mechlis raised his eyebrows in disdain: "Okay, I will give you the order!"

After speaking, he led his subordinates to the communication room, leaving only Shulka and Katukov looking at each other.

"Looking at each other" seems inappropriate, because if eyes could kill, Katukov would have killed Shulka several times.

"Where did you get this guy?" Katukov complained in a low voice.

Shulka spread his hands helplessly and replied, "This is a very long story!"