Chapter 1189 The Eternal God

It is the most popular assault rifle in the world, as popular around the world as the best-selling album of the greatest pop singer in history, MJ.

It is a favorite weapon of warriors and freedom fighters. It is made of 9 pounds of metal and 4 feet of wood. It will not break or jam. Even if the handguard is so hot that it catches fire, you can still hold it and continue firing. As long as It's not too hot for you.

In addition, after you get it, you'd better put it in a higher place so that naughty children can't reach it, because it is so simple that even a monkey can use it to knock down those American soldiers with their nostrils in the air.

AK, the eternal God, YES! ! !

Even in the distant 21st century, various types of assault rifles named Kalashnikov are still active around the world.

Wherever there are conflicts, wars, and fierce exchanges of fire, there must be AK.

There has never been a light weapon that has reached such a height. Kalashnikov not only designed a light weapon and an assault rifle, but also pointed the way for the development of human individual light weapons in the decades to come. Even a hundred years later, the creations he left behind will probably not disappear from the battlefield.

By the time humans enter the galaxy, the AK series of assault rifles may still be fighting in various battlefields where conflicts break out in various magically modified shapes.

Different from the white-haired gun king in the future memory who is famous all over the world, Kalashnikov standing in front of Malashenko at this moment still has a youthful look on his face, which can even be called immature. After all, Kalashnikov is now just a young man in his early twenties who is several years younger than Malashenko.

"This is the person you entrusted me to find, Comrade Kalashnikov, a technician at the Onsk Small Arms Proving Ground."

"It just so happens that he has nothing to do today, he is not too busy, and you are unable to see him in person, so I will invite this little comrade over to have a chat with you, just to satisfy your wish."

Malokov's work efficiency is indeed incredible, which fully reflects how resolute and resolute the Ministry of Internal Affairs is in Moscow.

As soon as he returned after saying goodbye to Malashenko yesterday, Malokov immediately asked his deputy secretary to check the files. According to the simple situation Malashenko described, he searched for a person in all departments in Moscow that could deal with light weapons. A technician named Kalashnikov in his early twenties.

Because this is a private commission, it is not convenient for Malokov to go directly to colleagues in other departments for help. Although it is indeed faster to do so, after all, this is what they are responsible for, and it is easier to get it than he can. many.

But fortunately, the search with multiple precise conditions was not laborious. It took Malokov's deputy secretary less than an hour to find the man named Kalashnikov in the relevant files backed up by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Husband's person.

"Born on November 10, 1919, he is just 24 years old this year? Are you sure the file is correct? Could it be someone with the same name?"

Facing Malokov's confirmation question again, the deputy secretary, who had carefully checked all the key information, nodded slowly.

"There is no mistake. The combination of his name is not very common. I checked carefully, and even in the small arms department in Moscow, there is only one person who meets all the characteristics and is named Kalashnikov."

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Malokov, who was holding the file in his hand, was depressed and even more confused.

Listening to Malashenko's description, this man seems to be an underappreciated genius who is proficient in small arms. However, he is only 24 years old this year. Before that, he was a tank soldier who was incompetent with small arms. What kind of good gun can such a person design?

It should be noted that General Deggarev, the master gunsmith, is already very old. Isn’t it true that the older you get, the better and more proficient you are in something like gunmaking that requires the accumulation of experience?

After thinking for a long time, Malokov still couldn't figure it out. He didn't believe that such a 24-year-old boy could come up with such a shocking design.

Maybe this kid just got lucky and happened to bump into Malashenko, who also didn't know much about guns. He deceived Malashenko in a few words. Now that Malashenko's name is resounding throughout the motherland and his military rank is rising higher and higher, this kid can also get some glory and let Malashenko drag him up. Anyway, he was once a tank soldier before.

Malokov, who had seen this kind of thing too many times, stared at the file and smiled, feeling that he should have guessed the true situation almost exactly. However, the matter promised to Malashenko still had to be done, and besides, this man was just a small technician, so it was easy to get him to go to the hospital for a day.

So, I waited until early the next morning.

Comrade Kalashnikov, who had gotten up, washed and had breakfast, was about to go to the workshop to tinker with his junk and design.

But he never expected that a small GAZ Jeep from the Ministry of Internal Affairs suddenly crossed in front of him. The Colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who got off the car with a brand new uniform and a big-brimmed hat directly ordered him to get on the bus. His adjutant then walked forward with a smile and forced himself to "get in the car" without knowing why.

As the car swayed back on the road, Kalashnikov, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, finally came to his senses and woke up as if from a dream.

Looking at this posture, I am afraid that I will be involved in something big, a big thing that I may not even understand!

Malokov, who said nothing along the way, directly pulled Kalashnikov to the hospital and personally took him to find Malashenko to complete the task. This is why when Malashenko saw Kalashnikov for the first time, he found that the young man in front of him was frightened, flustered, and at a loss.

Put yourself in someone else’s shoes, who wouldn’t be afraid of being suddenly arrested by the Ministry of Internal Affairs? If you are timid, you may even pee your pants.

Malashenko, who sighed softly, felt that Malokov's behavior was indeed inappropriate. Wouldn't it be okay to talk nicely and invite him over? The people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs really care too much about efficiency.

Although the process was not so smooth, the world-class gun king recognized by later generations in the 21st century was finally in front of him.

Malashenko, who had nothing to entertain Kalashnikov, looked around and could only reluctantly sit up from the hospital bed. He reached for an apple and made a false gesture, then towards Kalashnikov. Throw it away gently.

Kalashnikov, who reacted quite quickly, caught the apple with both hands, and what followed in his ears were the words quietly spoken by the man lying on the hospital bed wearing a hospital gown.

"It's my request to come to you today, Comrade Kalashnikov. I think there should be a lot to talk about between us."