Chapter 1007 The power of destruction

Different from the later scenes of fighting for power when the loving comrade passed away, Beria and Khrushchev in 1943 could at least maintain "superficial brothers" and respect each other as "comrade".

But as for how the two people evaluate and think about each other, who can know?

But all in all, it will never be like the kind of relationship between Malashenko and his life and death brothers, where they can put their lives in each other's hands without any worries.

Compared with Comrade Maize's "cheerful and outgoing personality," Beria, who has been engaged in a shady job for a long time, appears to be very gloomy and taciturn.

Comrade Maize chattered a lot, and then Beria reluctantly spoke out a sentence. This somewhat made Comrade Maize, who was in a slightly unhappy mood and turned from sunny to gloomy, feel a little uncomfortable, as if he was deliberately trying to warm his face against the cold. Ass, just like trying to please the spy chief who wears glasses.

Khrushchev turned his head away unhappily, stopped talking, and pushed up his glasses frame on the bridge of his nose. Seeing this scene, Beria couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This guy really has no money and no knowledge. Hide yourself.

Then he rolled his eyes, thought briefly, and then took the initiative to speak to Comrade Maize next to him.

"As long as Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin approves this weapon, the next thing we have to do is execute the order, and other things are not important."

Beria's words came out a bit abruptly.

Caught off guard, Comrade Maize first looked back at Beria with his eyes widened, and then stretched his neck to look at Comrade Stalin not far away. I found that my loving father was reading the report that the people below had just run over. He pointed to the contents of the paper at Marshal Voroshilov beside him, and the smile on his side looked very happy.

"What is he implying? Am I not as observant as him? What he can see and I need to be taught how to do it?"

People who are good at political struggle will think about the starting point of things and the way of dealing with people, which will be very different from pure soldiers.

Not to mention that Comrade Lao Ma, who is on his way home, is not interested in such twists and turns that separate people's hearts from the city wall. Although he has the ability in this area, he does not bother to fall into this dirty cesspit and join in the misery.

At this moment, Comrade Maize himself had already begun to feel extremely dissatisfied with Beria's words and deeds just now. He had very good reasons to think that the bespectacled spy chief was humiliating himself, deliberately proving that his ability to observe words and emotions was better than his own, and that he was like a fool who needed him to teach him how to do things.

Although he thought so in his heart, what he showed on his face was completely different.

Comrade Khrushchev, who could change his face faster than Peking Opera, immediately put on an expression even more cheerful than that of Chinese people celebrating the New Year. He smiled like a corn stalk with a corn stalk bigger than a mortar shell, and hurriedly looked at Bei Leah smiled and spoke.

"Ah, that should be the case, Comrade Beria, you are right!"

Seeing Khrushchev's smile blooming in full bloom, Beria, who could sense that something was wrong, also smiled slightly and continued to use sweet words to do good things, but no one knew how many percent of them were true. , which is the same for both parties.

After reading the shooting test briefing just sent by the people below, the loving father Comrade Stalin, who was in a good mood, suddenly made a suggestion to strike while the iron is hot.

"Why don't we go and see where the cannonball landed, so that we can have a more intuitive feel for its power, what do you think?"

As soon as the loving comrade said this, the group of people sitting around him immediately stared at each other, looking at me and me. For a while, no one dared to be the first to speak. In the end, it was Fuluoxi who had the highest prestige. Marshal Love spoke first, breaking the silence for several seconds.

"The report says that only the most basic units of propellant are loaded, and the distance the shells are fired is not far, it should be just a few kilometers away."

Did Comrade Marshal say anything substantive?

No, it can even be said to be a bunch of nonsense with basically no nutrition and nothing to chew on, but the smile on the face of the loving comrade still continues.

"Then prepare the car immediately. It won't take long. We'll be there soon."

So, under the personal request and order of the loving comrade, they all expressed their intention to go together. A good group of people took several special cars and drove directly to the place where the shells finally fell. It didn't take long.

However, when everyone who thought they had been shocked enough saw the huge crater in front of them that did not look like a cannonball, frozen expressions once again appeared on the faces of all the people eating melons beside the crater. Even including the Supreme Leader, the loving father Comrade Stalin.

"This is the specific measurement data, Comrade Stalin, please take a look."

Comrade Stalin, whose face was half covered by his beard, took the report and glanced at it. The brief content recorded on it was exactly the same as his own visual inspection.

The 800mm full-caliber high-explosive projectile weighing 8 tons seemed to fall from the sky with a thunder hammer. The huge impact caused it to smash into the hard frozen soil to a depth of more than one meter before detonating instantly, releasing a terrifying of destructive power.

The pit in front of us is 1 meter wide and 82 meters deep, enough for a heavy tank to fall into it without even thinking about climbing out. It seems to be less powerful than an aerial bomb, but you must know that this is winter in Moscow and is more powerful than iron. The frozen soil is as hard as steel. A heavy tank can drive in a circle on the frozen soil without even a track mark being noticeable, not to mention the trouble and difficulty of manual excavation.

The total charge of the warhead warhead is 700 kilograms, coupled with the gravitational potential energy of the 8-ton shell falling from a height of 100 meters, the destructive power it causes is so amazing.

Because there are German prisoners of war to guide the operation, the most basic guarantee can be obtained in terms of shooting accuracy.

With limited shells, it is not easy to fire one round of this thing. According to what the German prisoners of war said, the barrel life of this 800mm super cannon is extremely limited, and every time it is fired, it will cause damage to the barrel rifling. Huge ablation, so this precious shot must be used as much as possible to test as many things as possible.

Several simple but still solid standard field fortifications were built at the estimated final landing point of the artillery shells. Some scrapped trucks and armored vehicles were also hauled in scatteredly, and dozens of them were placed widely apart. The fake wooden man was used as a simulated target for enemy soldiers, just to see how destructive this cannon could be in the past.

But right now, all the wooden dummies visible to the naked eye within the field of vision have been shattered into wooden parts one by one by the shock wave. Even many of the wooden blocks that make up the body have been blown away and disappeared. trace.

Several of the nearest light pickup trucks and armored vehicles were directly overturned to the ground, or were reduced to parts without any trace of their outlines.

The scrapped trucks farther away had slightly better luck, but they still couldn't escape the violent explosion shock wave caused by 700 kilograms of TNT. The iron body was flattened, the window glass was shattered, and the projectile fragments were swept out into a sieve. The miserable appearance of the big hole.

According to the Command Test Major General who reported to Comrade Stalin, there was originally a concrete roof at the edge of the crater, and a two-meter-deep anti-cannon hole was dug. But Comrade Stalin, who was standing on the edge of the bomb crater, could only find a few pieces of broken cement about the size of a grenade at his feet.