As I was going to attend the honoring ceremony, I got up early the next day, and after washing up, I stayed in the house and waited for Bezikov to pick me up.

After waiting for an hour, the soldier sent by Bezikov appeared at the door. He respectfully told me that the colonel and the car that picked me up were waiting downstairs, and asked me to follow him downstairs.

After the car I was in started, Bezikov, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned his head and said to me with a smile: "Lida, the ceremony will be held in the Kremlin, and Comrade Molotov will represent the highest The commander himself honours you."

I heard the heavy news that the award ceremony was held in the Kremlin and Molotov awarded the award on behalf of Stalin. It should make me excited, but at the moment I am worried. Because I slept together, I noticed that the eye disease in my left eye was obviously aggravated. Yesterday, there was still a small black spot scurrying around with the movement of the eyeballs. Today, the little black spot has expanded tenfold and more than ever, and wherever it moves to, things at any location are completely blocked by the shadows. This discovery frightened me. I secretly said that this would not be a sign of insomnia, right?

Although the situation looks terrible, I still keep this matter deep in my heart. Whether it is Aksala who came to bring me breakfast and cleaned the room in the morning, or the Bezikov who took me to the Kremlin, I did not tell. The two mentioned this matter.

After Bezikov finished speaking, I saw no reaction at all. Maybe he thought I was too excited to speak. In order to ease the atmosphere, he took the initiative to reach out to me and said in an enviable tone: "Lida, congratulations, Please accept my respect."

I reached out and shook him gently. Said politely: "Thank you, thank you, Colonel Bezikov."

The car we rode along the Moskva River came to the side of the famous St. Basil’s Church, and drove along the **** to the entrance of the Kremlin and stopped. A second lieutenant on duty. With two guards greeted. They walked to the car and looked down into the car. The second lieutenant saluted Bezikov and said politely: "Colonel Bezikov, please show your credentials."

I was stunned when I heard the ensign's address to Bezikov. Obviously, the second lieutenant was familiar with Bezikov, but he had to check his documents. The Kremlin's security measures were really severe. But Bezikov seemed to be used to this kind of inspection process a long time ago. He took out his ID from his jacket pocket and handed it over without a word.

The second lieutenant took the certificate. It was returned to Bezikov without a casual look. Not only did he look carefully, but he also deliberately compared the photo on the ID with Bezikov. Although Bezikov didn't have the slightest impatience on his face, and even cooperated with the ensign's inspection, I sat in the back row without a name, and cursed to myself: Judging from your name, maybe Bezikov is Is it necessary for your immediate boss to go through this uninteresting inspection process?

The second lieutenant returned Bezikov's certificate to him. Walked to where I was, bent down to look at me, and said politely: "Comrade General. Please show your credentials."

After listening to the ensign, I spread my hands and said, "Sorry, comrade ensign, I don’t have a certificate now. In the long battle, I suffered several dangers and lost my military ID. So I can’t provide you with proof of me. Identity documents." After I said this, I couldn't help feeling a little hairy. I'm afraid that the ensign sticks to principles and won't let me in. When the time comes, it will be ashamed.

What I said surprised Bezikov. He turned his head and said in surprise: "Lida, what are you talking about, you don't have any documents?"

"Yes, Comrade Colonel." Hearing Bezikov's words, I seemed to grab a life-saving straw, and quickly explained to him: "My situation, you should be very familiar with it. Over the past year or so, I have Where have you been."

Before Bezikov could speak, the second lieutenant said: "I'm sorry, Comrade General. You don't have a certificate. According to regulations, you cannot enter the Kremlin."

"Second lieutenant, don't you know who she is?" Hearing the second lieutenant's words, Bezikov suddenly sank his face and said in a stern tone: "If you delay business, can you afford to be responsible?"

After listening to Bezikov's words, the second lieutenant hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Please wait a moment, I'll ask your superiors for instructions." After speaking, he turned and ran towards the house on duty, while the other two soldiers were still standing. At the same place, looking at me sitting in the car with curious eyes.

After a while, the second lieutenant ran back and stood in front of my window, bending over and smiling and said: "Comrade General, I have called, and it says you can go in, please!" , He straightened his body and made a gesture of asking.

After entering the Kremlin, Bezikov became my guide. We passed by the king of guns and king of bells, passed through the uneven small square, and came to a building that was shrouded in camouflage nets.

After going through strict inspections and surrendering the weapons I carried, Bezikov took me into the building and walked along the corridor to a spacious hall. There is a long table on the north side of the hall, and three well-made back chairs are placed behind the table. It should be the place where the hosts did. In front of the long table, there are a dozen rows of hundreds of chairs neatly placed, which should be the place where the people who will participate in the ceremony will do later.

Bezikov guided me to the position of the chair and said to me: "Lida, the ceremony will take a while to begin. You can sit here and wait a while!"

I looked around and found that there were only two of us in the whole hall. Hearing his tone of voice, he seemed to be leaving, and couldn't help asking nervously: "Colonel, where are you going?"

Bezikov grinned and replied: "Lida, my task is to bring you here and send you back to the hotel after the ceremony. As for the middle period," he shrugged I shrugged my shoulders and said helplessly, "There are still many things in the guards waiting for me to deal with, so I can only say goodbye to you temporarily."

Although I am a little guilty of sitting in this hall by myself, I can't force Bezikov to stay for this reason and let him accompany me until others arrive. So I can only put on an indifferent look, pretending to be chic, and said to him: "Well, comrade colonel, you can go and do your business. I will stay here and wait for the ceremony to begin."

Bezikov nodded. Turned around and strode out of the hall.

After Bezikov left, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes to rest. First, I chatted with Aksala late last night and wanted to take the opportunity to make up my sleepiness; second, I was afraid that when I opened my eyes, I saw what was in front of me. The black shadow area is getting bigger and bigger, which makes me upset. Simply do not see the heart or not.

I don't know how long it took, I heard a heavy footstep sounded in the hall, slowly walking towards me. Thinking of the Kremlin, apart from Bezikov, I have no other acquaintances. The person who was walking by certainly didn't know him either, so he didn't open his eyes, but continued to close his eyes to rest.

"Comrade General," as the footsteps stopped beside me, an old and familiar voice rang in my ears: "Can I sit here?"

I was sitting on the outermost chair. Hearing the old man's question, I thought he wanted to sit inside and quickly opened his eyes. He stood up and replied politely: "Of course, of course you can, please come in!"

The old man thanked him. He walked over to me, sat down in the chair next to me with my right hand, then stretched out my left hand to pat the chair, and greeted me enthusiastically: "Hey, General Lida, don't stand anymore. Please also sit down."

I smiled and sat back in my place. I turned to look at the old man. I wanted to chat with him casually, but I didn't expect to see the true face of the old man sitting next to him. My heart beat suddenly accelerated. After a long time, I pointed at him and said in surprise: "You...you are...Froning Senior Engineer?"

The old man's face showed a look of helplessness, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands and said, "Isn't it me, Comrade General. I thought that your military rank is high, so you don't recognize me as an old man."

"Hello, Comrade Engineer!" Seeing this old man from 1975, I was particularly emotional. Although he is not from the same age as me, he is a traverser after all. I quickly stood up again, stretched out my hand to clasp him tightly, and said excitedly: "It's nice to see you again!"

After sitting down again, I looked around and saw that there were only two of us in the hall, but for the sake of stability, I lowered my voice and asked, "Comrade Engineer, how are you doing recently?"

"Very well, Lida, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." After saying this, he suddenly said with a sad expression: "And the group of skilled workers who came with me were received by the Ministry of Internal Affairs a few months ago. Took away, and then I never heard from them again, and I don’t know if they are still alive now."

Although I thought in my heart that these workers might be completely wiped out because of the need for confidentiality, I still comforted Fronin against my will and said: "Engineers, don't worry, maybe people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will take them to other cities. It may be possible to develop new weapons."

After listening to my words, Froning mumbled softly: "I hope so."

"By the way, Comrade Engineer, I have a question for you." The technical workers who passed through disappeared collectively, but the engineer Fronin was able to enter a place like the Kremlin casually. It really puzzled me, so I thought Find out what's going on: "Why can you now walk around at will without being watched?"

Hearing my question, Froning smiled and said, "I still have to thank you for the treatment I have now!"

"Thank me?!" Fronin's words confused me, and I asked inexplicably, "Does this have anything to do with me?"

"Yes, of course it does matter." Florin said confidently: "If I didn't follow your advice when I came into this world, and deliberately pretended to amnesia, chances are that I have disappeared with those skilled workers now."

After listening to Fronin's words, I just nodded, and then changed the topic: "By the way, Comrade Engineer, have you launched any new weapons recently?" In order to prevent him from misunderstanding my meaning, I deliberately changed the words. Pick it out, "I'm talking about the weapons and equipment of the troops installed in your era."

"Yes," Fronin looked around when he said this. Seeing that there were no outsiders in the hall, he said mysteriously: "The RPG-7 anti-tank rocket launcher has just been launched."

As far as the military blind is concerned, my understanding of the rocket launcher is limited to the rocket launcher produced in the Soviet Union and that of the US-produced rocket launcher. When it comes to the model, I have no idea. Now that there are experts in front of me, I will naturally not let this opportunity pass to ask him humbly: "Master Florin, can you tell me in detail."

Fronin has always been grateful for me, a life-saver, and when he heard me asking him for advice, without hiding himself, he introduced me in detail: "The appearance of the rpg-7 is similar to the American bazooka rocket launcher, but In order to be easy for infantry to carry, we redesigned the launch barrel structure, made of alloy steel material, the total weight of the rocket launcher is lighter, increased the range-finding optical sight to target the target distance and the rocket's extended range engine, and improved the single combat At the same time, it can also use low-light scope and infrared night vision sight for use under starlight or other low-light conditions, enhancing its night combat capability.

The rpg-7 ammunition is mainly ordinary armor-piercing shells, tandem warhead armor-piercing shells and anti-personnel grenades. The fuze of the rpg-7 rocket is generally a trigger fuze, but most of them are equipped with a timing device. The rocket exploded after leaving the target. This time is controlled at 4.5 seconds. At the same time, the maximum flight distance of the rpg-7 rocket is limited to 1000 meters to prevent accidental injury. The armor-breaking ability of the rpg-7 armor-piercing projectile is very good, it can penetrate the uniform armor from 350mm to 400mm~ lightnovelpub.net~ the direct fire distance exceeds 400 meters. At the same time, the addition of anti-personnel grenades (with a damage radius of 15 meters, which can effectively kill enemy soldiers), can attack living targets such as infantry. ..."

Listening to the series of terms that popped out of Fronin's mouth, I could not understand, but I kept nodding to agree. But it mentions a direct firing distance of 400 meters, and the parameters that can penetrate 350 mm to 400 mm armor, which makes me very excited. As long as the troops are equipped with such weapons, even if we encounter the German armored divisions, we will not. At a disadvantage.

When his words came to an end, I immediately couldn't wait to ask: "Engineer, I don't know when such anti-tank weapons can be installed in troops?"

"The samples were produced shortly after the New Year," Fronin said with a smile on his face: "I just passed the performance test not long ago, and I expect to be able to deploy troops on a large scale in May." (To be continued. )

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