Chapter 64

Before getting on the bus, I first looked inside the car and confirmed that only the driver was sitting in it. Then I helped bzikov to get on the car and sit in the back row. As soon as the door was closed, the driver started the engine.

As our car started, krochkov stepped back and stood on the side of the road, watching our car leave with a blank face. I looked back at the person with the same name as my first-class political instructor and thought, are the expressions of political workers all carved in the same mold? They not only have the same name, but also have the same expression on their faces.

"Hey, man, where's this car going?" Bezikov's voice rang around. I looked back and saw that he was patting the driver on the shoulder and asking for directions.

"Go to the Moscow garrison command, where I am ordered to send you." The driver, holding the steering wheel in his hands, turned his head to him and replied.

"Well, I see. Keep driving. " With these words, bzikov leaned back and began to close his eyes.

As the special pass was pasted on the glass of the car, we didn't stop us to check the pass all the way, so we came to the garrison headquarters very smoothly. Several people had been waiting outside the headquarters building for a long time. When they saw our car passing by, they immediately met us. The driver seemed to have known that someone was coming back to greet him, so he drove straight to those people and stopped. As soon as the car stopped, the garrison headquarters opened the door and helped bezikov out of the car.

After the driver stopped, he didn't even turn off the engine. We all got out of the car, said hello to me, turned around and drove back.

I followed the soldiers who supported bezikov. Later, I went to the gate of the headquarters and hesitated to follow in. When bezikov looked back and saw me standing at the gate at a loss, he called out to me in a loud voice, "Comrade oshanina, what are you doing standing there? Come on in!"

I hesitated for a moment, still did not follow him in, but whispered: "I want to go back to the front line immediately, can you help contact the vehicle to give me a ride?"

After listening to this, bzikov looked at the blackened sky and said with some embarrassment, "it's so late. Don't you stay here for one night before you leave? You know, it's hard to go at night. "

"No," I said firmly, "I want to go back to the front line immediately."

Seeing that my attitude was so firm, he couldn't say anything more. Instead, he gave orders to a soldier in a low voice. The soldier listened to his arrangement, nodded, then turned and ran to the street. But bzikov pushed aside the soldiers who helped him, came to me, stopped at my side, and said in a low voice, "what happened today, you must keep it absolutely secret, and no one can know about the injury of Comrade Stalin's double, or you will be killed. Do you understand? "

"I see, comrade commander. Only you and I know about this matter. When we go back, even if Comrade Zhukov, commander of the front army, asks, I won't tell you. "

"Just understand." He patted me gently on the shoulder and said in a very friendly tone, "it's not bad to go to the front line. You're a female comrade. You don't have to fight like a male soldier. It's good to be a staff officer in the headquarters."

Just then, a truck with tarpaulin came to the gate and stopped. He jumped off the truck and the driver and the soldier who was looking for the truck. After saluting bezikov, he reported, "Comrade commander, I found a truck to the front line for maintenance. Please give me your instructions."

Bezikov went up to the driver and asked, "what's your name and what part of it?"

"Report to commander comrade, my name is mesat. I'm from the logistics battalion of the garrison headquarters. I'm being ordered to go to the front line to take care of them."

"Well," bezikov said, pointing to me, "this female soldier is going to the front line. You can give her a ride by the way."

"Yes, comrade commander." Mesatte answered in a loud voice.

Bezikov came up, took my hand and said, "let's say goodbye. Good luck to you."

The driver and I were both silent and did not speak to each other. The truck drove along the street to the outskirts. After driving for more than half an hour, it came to Yuga zabatnaya, where I had been yesterday. The driver stopped the car suddenly, and I asked unexpectedly, "what happened? Did the car break down?"

"No, I have a friend who's going to the front line too. I'll wait for him to come and send him with me."

"When will he come?" I looked at the darkening sky outside and couldn't help feeling a little worried. At such a speed, I didn't know when I would be able to get to the headquarters of the front army.

"Soon, in a few minutes." Then the driver rolled down the window and took out a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He handed it to me and asked, "do you smoke?" Seeing that I shook my head, I took one out of the cigarette box and put it in my mouth. Before he lit his cigarette, I heard a voice outside saying, "mesat, my old friend, are you waiting for me?"

"Hurry up, Mikhail," the driver urged. "It's dark. It's hard to go."

When I saw a man coming to get on the bus, I opened the door and jumped into the snow on the side of the road. I asked him to get on the bus first. I don't want to sit between two men. When he got on the bus, I got on again and closed the door.

When the car was restarted, the driver asked the man who got on the bus, "Mikhail, I heard that you are a good driver. Have you become a conductor?"

"Yes. It was just promoted at the beginning of this month. "

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be promoted so fast. Look at me. We joined the army together. I'm still a first-class soldier, but you're already a sergeant. " As soon as mesat saw Mikhail, he began to talk more.

I couldn't help looking curiously at the soldier beside me. He was wearing a brand new uniform and SERGEANT RANK. Maybe he found that I was watching him, and he also turned to look at me. I smile at him, and then stare silently at the dark forest outside the window.

Outside, I don't know when it began to snow, and the powdered snow like white granulated sugar came down. The truck was driving along the rugged forest road in the heavy snow. The snow powder from the sky constantly pours on the windshield, blurring the front view into a ball. In addition to the range of more than ten meters illuminated by the car lights, it is surrounded by thick darkness like ink, which makes the originally desolate road even more gloomy and terrifying. I clenched my submachine gun in my hand and watched out the window warily, fearing that some German devils would come out of nowhere.

"May I see your submachine gun?" There was Sergeant Mikhail's voice.

I looked back at the handsome face in front of me. I felt that I had a sense of deja vu. I agreed and handed him the weapon without thinking.

He took the submachine gun, looked at it carefully with the help of the weak light, and then said, "this should be the bobosha submachine gun just launched. I've heard of it before, but I've never seen it before."

"Yes, the output of this kind of weapon is not large, and the number of armed forces is not large. It's not surprising that you haven't seen it."

"But," he said with some surprise, "as far as I know, it seems that no more than 500 guns have been produced so far. Almost all the equipment is provided to the Central Guard Corps and the garrison headquarters. Where did you get such good weapons? "

For his curiosity, I don't know whether to answer or not. Fortunately, mesat solved the problem in time: "Mikhail, you are still so interested in guns, so you can just transfer to weapons to make weapons later."

"Mesat, if I have a chance, I really want to work in the Arsenal and design advanced weapons to defend the motherland."

"Come on, you've never had a professional education or learned to draw. At best, you can only draw some simple sketches, how to design advanced weapons." Mesat poured cold water on him.

But after hearing their conversation, I had a good feeling for the young man in front of me. I asked with great interest, "what arms are you, infantry?"

"No, I'm a tank soldier. I was promoted to sergeant at the beginning of this month and became a car commander."

"Then I congratulate you." I reached out to shake his hand and congratulated him.

"What's your rank? I don't see any rank marks on your uniform. " Asked Mikhail curiously.

"The military uniform is new. The collar has not been sewn on yet." At this point, I pause for a moment, and then express my identity: "not long ago, I was promoted to commander."

As soon as my words came out, there was silence in the carriage. After a while, Mikhail handed me the submachine gun and apologized: "sorry, comrade commander, I didn't see your rank, so I don't know..."

"It's all right, Mikhail." I patted him on the shoulder and said, "many things are not born to anyone. As long as you seize the opportunity, everything is possible."

"Thank you for your encouragement. If there is such an opportunity, I will seize it. "

After a while, he asked me, "do you think there are any deficiencies in our army's light weapons?"

I thought for a while and answered, "although our submachine guns have strong firepower, they have a low hit rate; Although the rifle has a high hit rate, its shooting speed is slow. If there is a weapon that can combine the advantages of the two weapons, it can have both high hit and powerful firepower, and it also has a folding bayonet. After the bullets are exhausted, it can also engage in hand to hand combat with the enemy. "

Hearing what I said, he asked me suspiciously, "can we really design such a weapon?"

"Yes." I answered him positively, "I think it's OK." This is not groundless. In the history I know, after the collapse of the former Soviet Union, Russia has accumulated enough foreign exchange reserves by selling oil and advanced weapons.

"Mikhail, you should have your birthday in a few days."

"Yes, three days after the October Revolution Day, it's my birthday."

Hearing this date, I was stunned for a moment and asked curiously, "Mikhail, you were not born in 1919, were you?"

"Yes, comrade commander." "How did you guess?" he asked curiously

Instead of answering his question, I continued, "don't tell me that you were born in curia, a suburb of Almaty in Southeast Kazakhstan?"

"Exactly, comrade commander." "How do you know?" he said in surprise

"What's your full name?" After listening to his birthday and birthplace, I immediately associate with a celebrity I met on the victory festival in 2007. I can't help but continue to verify his identity“ Mikhail tymofeevich Kalashnikov. " God, it's him! The famous gun designer of Soviet Russia, who is famous for his design of "AK-47 assault rifle", once saw him lay a wreath in front of the tomb of the unknown martyr during the victory festival in 2007. No wonder I saw him just now, I felt like I had known him before“ Comrade commander, you haven't answered me. How do you know me? " He asked me curiously“ I'll tell you later, "I deliberately digged off the topic," don't forget what you said just now. If we have a chance, we must design an advanced weapon to defend our motherland for our troops. "“ Do you think I have such ability? " He asked uneasily“ Yes, I have full confidence in you. "