Chapter 1190 Realizing the Dream

At first, Kalashnikov, who had been panicking, did not look at the man on the hospital bed too seriously.

Kalashnikov only judged based on his own experience that the colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs had somehow caught him here to work with the man on the hospital bed to complete the task. The man lying on the hospital bed should be at least one General, this is a big shot that I can't afford to offend! Without understanding the situation, I didn't dare to look directly at him.

It wasn't until Malashenko took the initiative to greet Kalashnikov and threw him an apple that Kalashnikov, who raised his head, could see the true face of the man lying on the hospital bed.

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it, Kalashnikov was shocked when he took a closer look.

Even though Kalashnikov, who was a tank soldier, retreated to the rear and was not on the front line, he was always concerned about the progress of the war on the front line. From time to time, he used various information acquisition channels to learn about his comrades on the front line and how the heroic Red Army tank troops were doing.

From the descriptions in newspapers and other people's mouths, and even from the loudspeakers used for broadcasting, Kalashnikov saw and heard more than once that the words were always related to "Fascism was defeated" and "The Red Army". The name associated with the exciting good news of "win": Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko.

And when the man who had appeared in the photos in Pravda many times appeared in front of him, Kalashnikov, who recognized Malashenko at a glance, was still a little unbelievable. Such a first encounter was indeed too much. Sudden and unprepared.

"You are a hero of the Soviet Union! You are Colonel Malashenko, the tank hero! I have many special reports and columns about you. I even cut them out from newspapers, collected them, and pasted them in my notebook as study materials. Me me me”

Seeing that Kalashnikov was so excited that he was a little speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment. Malashenko, who was used to others looking at him in this way, did not get too entangled in this trivial matter and pointed with a smile. Pointing to the chair next to his hospital bed, he spoke again.

"Sit down and talk, Comrade Kalashnikov. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Malokov, who sent the person to Malashenko, did not stay too long and did not place any restrictions on Kalashnikov's personal freedom. He just said, "Colonel Malashenko said you can go back, then you can really go back." After leaving these words, he took his adjutant and stepped on the accelerator and drove back to Lubyanka. big hotel.

Knowing that Malashenko had something serious to talk about, Anya did not interrupt him too much. After telling Malashenko not to sit in one position for a long time and to pay attention to his activities, he packed up his things and left the ward.

I don’t know where Iushkin went with his two good friends Kirill and Seryosha. All in all, only Malashenko and Kalashnikov were left in the ward.

Of course, this is also the most suitable conversation environment for Malashenko, bar none.

"Kalashnikov, are you still designing your own small arms?"

Kalashnikov, who was worried about what to say next, was slightly stunned when he heard this, but quickly nodded to Malashenko.

"I have always been doing it, Comrade Colonel. I am motivated to make a weapon that can minimize the casualties of our comrades on the front line. It should be more reliable than all current light weapons! It can also be used in the worst combat environment. It can perform freely! As long as the soldier is alive, it will be the most reliable comrade beside the soldier! It will not kill the soldier due to sudden failure!”

Kalashnikov described the goals he had set in life, and became more and more excited as he spoke. But at the last moment when it was supposed to be the climax, Kalashnikov suddenly lowered his head as if a ball had deflated.

"But I haven't succeeded so far, Comrade Colonel. The first submachine gun I built was not selected. Maybe it was too rough in workmanship and had some problems. I think I should be able to improve it."

"I'm waiting for the next opportunity. I will participate in the competition with better works. As long as the comrades on the front line can use the best weapons, I am willing to continue working hard!"

At any time in this world, there will always be situations where horses with a thousand miles of horses are common, but Bole is not common.

Kalashnikov, who has not yet been discovered, is still waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to display his talent and let his excellent works come to the fore.

Even if you don't interfere too much, this opportunity will eventually come.

The only regret is that it was too late, and Kalashnikov failed to complete Kalashnikov's best-cherished wish to use his work to reduce casualties for his comrades on the front line. Instead, it became a world-famous horror that killed more people than the atomic bomb. The murder weapon.

Looking into the eyes of Kalashnikov sitting in front of him, Malashenko could read the emotions of perseverance and perseverance. Asking himself that he had messed up the current timeline, Malashenko, who never stopped doing anything, simply decided to add another stroke and be a good person to make up for Kalashnikov's regretful lifelong wish.

"If you were presented with an opportunity to realize your dream, would you cherish it? Kalashnikov."

Malashenko's questions were always raised too suddenly and without any warning. Kalashnikov, who was not mentally prepared, was stunned for about two or three seconds. He quickly changed his mind after a slight hesitation. For a nod of determination.

"I think I do, comrade Colonel."

"Well"

There was no point in talking too much with Kalashnikov in the ward, and it was better to leave the discussion of specific weapon design to later.

Malashenko, whose eyes were rolling rapidly in his sockets, quickly put together a completely feasible plan. This initially formed plan could basically bypass most of the existing known problems and troubles and allow Kalash to Nikov's design came to prominence as quickly as possible through his own hands. The key depends on whether Kalashnikov is willing to listen to his own arrangements.

"I am very appreciative and optimistic about your design and efforts, Kalashnikov. If you are willing, I will take you to a place where you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to the design of small arms. There will be sufficient supply of resources and assistants as you wish. Pick, and also be able to quickly send your work to the battlefield where it will be tested in actual combat.”

"It's not in Moscow, and it's certainly not on the front line. You will be in a new and completely different working environment. There are people I know well there, and I will do my best to help you realize your dream. But I also have a condition, I It only requires that the work you design is good enough, otherwise it will just be empty talk. Are you confident that you can do it?”