Before getting into the car, I took a look inside the car and made sure that the driver was the only one sitting inside, so I helped Bezikov into the car and sat in the back. As soon as the door was closed, the driver started the engine.

As the car started, Krochkov took a step back and stood on the side of the road, watching our car leave with a blank expression. I looked back at the man with the same name as my first-class political instructor and wondered if the expressions of the political workers were all carved out of the same mold. Not only do the two have the same name, but even the expressions on their faces are similar.

"Hey, I said man, where is this car going?" Bezikov's voice sounded beside me, and when I looked back, he was patting the driver on the shoulder and asking for directions.

"Go to the Moscow garrison command, I was ordered to send you there." Hearing the later Bezzikov ask himself, the driver replied with his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head at him as he drove.

"yes, I see. You keep driving. After saying this, Bezikov leaned back and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Since there was a special pass on the glass of the car, we were not stopped to check our documents along the way, so we arrived at the garrison headquarters without any problems. Several people were already waiting outside the headquarters building, and when they saw our car passing by, they immediately greeted us. The driver seemed to know that someone was coming to greet him, so he drove straight to the front of those people and stopped. As soon as the car stopped, the men of the garrison headquarters opened the door and helped Bezikov out of the car with all their hands.

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

I followed the soldiers who were supporting Bezkov and walked to the door of the headquarters, hesitating whether to follow suit. When Bezikov looked back and saw me standing at the gate at a loss, he called out to me: "Comrade Oshanina, what are you doing standing there, come in!" ”

I hesitated, but instead of following him in, I whispered, "I want to go back to the front line immediately, can you help contact the vehicle to give me a ride?" ”

Listening to this, Bezikov looked at the already dark sky, and said with some embarrassment: "It's so late, don't you rest here for a night before leaving?" You must know that the road at night is not easy to walk. ”

"No," I still wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible after a day of fear, so I said categorically: "I want to go back to the front line immediately." ”

Seeing that my attitude was so resolute, he didn't want to say anything more, but whispered a few words to a warrior beside him. The warrior listened to his arrangement, nodded, and then turned and ran down the street. Bezikov, on the other hand, pushed away the fighters who were supporting him, walked up to me, stopped beside me, and whispered to me: "You must keep everything that happened today absolutely secret, and no one should let anyone know about the wounding of Comrade Stalin's stand-in, otherwise you will be killed." Do you understand? ”

"Understood, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel. Only you and I know about this matter, and after I go back, even if Comrade Zhukov, the commander of the front army, asks, I will not say anything. ”

"It's good to understand." He patted me lightly on the shoulder and said in a very friendly tone: "It's not bad to go to the front, you are a lesbian, you don't have to charge like a male soldier, and it's good to be a staff officer in the headquarters." ”

While he was talking, a truck with a tarpaulin drove up to the gate and stopped, and from the car jumped the driver and the fighter who was looking for the car, and after saluting Bezkov, he reported: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I found a truck for supplies to the front, please instruct." ”

Bezikov walked up to the driver and asked: "What is your name and what part is it?" ”

"Report to Comrade Commander, my name is Mesat, I am from the baggage battalion of the garrison headquarters, and I am being ordered to send supplies to the front."

"Very well," said Bezikov, gesturing to me, "this female soldier is going to the front, and you can give her a ride." ”

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." Mesatt replied loudly.

Bezikov came over, shook my hand and said, "Then let's say goodbye, good luck!" ”

The driver and I were both silent and didn't speak to each other. The truck drove along the street to the outskirts for about half an hour before coming to Yugazabatnaya, where I had been yesterday. The driver suddenly stopped the car, and I asked with some surprise: "What happened, did the car break down?" ”

"No, I have a friend who is also going to the front, I'll wait for him to come, and then send him along."

"When is he coming?" I looked at the darkening sky outside, and I couldn't help but be a little anxious, at this speed, I don't know when I will be able to reach the front headquarters.

"Soon, in a few minutes." As he spoke, the driver rolled down the window and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, handed it to me and asked, "Do you smoke?" Seeing that I shook my head, he took one out of his cigarette case and put it in his mouth. Before he could light his cigarette, I heard a voice outside saying, "Mesat, my old friend, are you waiting for me?" ”

"Hurry up, Mikhail," the driver urged the other man, "it's hard to walk when it's dark." ”

I saw a guy coming to get in the car, so I opened the door and jumped on the snow on the side of the road, asking him to get in the car first, I didn't want to sit between two men. When he got in the car, I got back in the car and closed the door.

The car restarted, and the driver asked the man who got into the car: "Mikhail, I heard that you are a good mixer, and you have become the commander of the car?" ”

"yes. It was only promoted at the beginning of this month. ”

"Yo, I didn't expect you to rise so quickly. Look at me, we joined the army together, I was still a sergeant, but you are already a sergeant. As soon as Mesat saw Mikhail, he talked a lot.

I couldn't help but look curiously at the soldier next to me, who was wearing a brand new uniform and the rank of sergeant. Maybe noticing that I was watching him, he turned his head to look at me. I smiled at him, and stared silently at the dark forest outside the window.

Outside, I don't know when the snow began to fall, and the white sugar-like snow powder was densely sprinkled. The truck drove along the bumpy forest road in heavy snow. The snow powder sprinkled from the sky kept rushing to the windshield, blurring the vision ahead. In addition to the area of more than ten meters illuminated by the headlights, it was surrounded by ink-like darkness, which made the already desolate road even more eerie. I clenched my submachine gun tightly and stared warily out the window, fearing that a few German devils would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

"Can I take a look at your submachine gun?" The voice of Sergeant Mikhail sounded beside him.

I looked back at the handsome face in front of me, felt a sense of déjà vu, said yes, and handed him the weapon in my hand without thinking.

He took the submachine gun, looked at it carefully with the help of the faint light, and then said: "This should be the Bobosha submachine gun that was just introduced, I have heard of it before, but I have never seen it." ”

"Yes, the production of such weapons is not large, and the number of equipped troops is not large, and it is not surprising that you have not seen it."

"But," he said, with some astonishment, "it seems to me that no more than five hundred of these guns have been produced so far." Almost all of them are equipped for the Central Guard Regiment and the Garrison Command, where did you get such a good weapon? ”

I didn't know whether to answer or not to answer his curiosity, but fortunately, Mesatt relieved me in time: "Mikhail, you are still so interested in firearms, why don't you transfer to ordnance to make weapons in the future." ”

"Mesat, if I had the chance, I would really want to work in the arsenal and design advanced weapons to defend the motherland."

"Come on, you've never had a professional education, you haven't learned how to make a cartograph, and at best you can only draw a few simple sketches, how to design advanced weapons." Mesatt poured cold water on him directly.

However, listening to their conversation, I had a good impression of the young man in front of me, and I asked with interest, "What kind of army are you, infantry?" ”

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

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

"What rank are you? I don't see any rank markings on your uniform. Mikhail asked curiously.

"The uniforms are new, and the collar badge hasn't had time to be sewn on." At this point, I paused before moving on to identify myself: "Not long ago, I was promoted to lieutenant colonel. ”

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

"It's okay, Mikhail." I patted him on the shoulder and said, "A lot of things are not born by anyone, as long as you take the opportunity, anything is possible." ”

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

After a while, he asked me again: "Do you think there is anything lacking in the light weapons of our army now?" ”

I thought for a moment and replied: "Although the firepower of our submachine guns is strong, the hit rate is low; Rifles, on the other hand, have a high hit rate, but they have a slow rate of fire. If there was a weapon that could combine the advantages of both weapons, it would have both high hits and powerful firepower, and it would also have a folding bayonet that would allow it to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy after running out of bullets. ”

Hearing me say this, he asked me with some confusion, "Is it really possible to design such a weapon?" ”

"Yes." I replied in the affirmative, "I think so." "I am not unfounded, in the history of the former Soviet Union, after the collapse of the former Soviet Union, Russia has accumulated enough foreign exchange reserves by selling oil and advanced weapons.

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

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

Hearing this date, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Mikhail, you wouldn't have been born in 1919, would you?" ”

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." He asked curiously, "How did you guess?" ”

Instead of answering his question, I continued: "Don't tell me that you were born in Kurya, a suburb of Almaty in southeastern Kazakhstan? ”

"Exactly, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." He was surprised and said, "How did you know the Dao?" ”

"What's your full name?" Hearing about his birthday and place of birth, I immediately thought of a celebrity I had met at the Victory Festival in '07 and couldn't help but continue to verify his identity.

"Mikhail Timofeevich Kalashnikov."

Oh my God, it's him! The famous Russian firearms designer who is famous for designing the "AK-47 assault rifle", I once saw him lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on Victory Day in 07. No wonder I felt a sense of déjà vu when I saw him just now.

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, you haven't answered me yet, how do you know about me?" He asked me curiously.

"I'll tell you later," I deliberately digressed the subject, "don't forget what you just said, if you have the opportunity, we must design an advanced weapon for our troops to defend the motherland." ”

"Do you think I have the ability?" He asked, apprehensive.

"Yes, I have a lot of confidence in you."