Chapter 1584: Flyer

A few days ago, Molotov still insisted on using 122 or 100 mm guns, but after argumentation, these guns are too big to carry on the body of the T-34 at all, and a larger car must be developed. It’s a good idea, it’s almost a completely new development, and it’s too risky.
Now, if the tank gun is reduced to 85mm caliber, it should be able to destroy the Tiger from behind, and at the same time, it has the least impact on the car body and can be improved.
However, such changes are also quite large. Does the current design bureau have the ability to develop improved tanks?
"Our new model is called T-34M, and in the report to the superior, it is said to continue to simplify production." Molotov said.
This is simply a deception, and at the same time, other people know that there is no way.
It's all because of Kotin, this guy, until now, has a strong resistance to T-34, watching T-34 continue to produce, and his KV tank is almost a short-lived, so he has been suppressing T-34.
Now that the Soviets are facing the juncture of life and death, but there are still such people, it is simply too ironic.
"Comrade Molotov, if you insist, then I have no objection." Kucherenko finally did not object, he knew that this was done for victory.
Just when the decision was made, a sharp air defense sirens suddenly sounded outside.
"Damn it, come on, the production line stops production and enters the air-raid shelter." Molotov shouted.
As the person in charge here, Molotov will also lead the entire factory. Now that the air defense alarm has sounded, the workers must be evacuated.
The factories here are also centralized production, with workshops and factories next to each other.
Now, when Molotov heard the air defense sirens, he immediately issued the order. At the same time, he was also very strange. Before that, there were almost no German bombers to make trouble.
"Security Division, what's the matter?" Molotov picked up the phone and asked the subordinate department after giving the order.
"We were at a radar station aided by the United States in the Ural Mountains and found a plane, at a height of 15,000, coming towards us. It must be a German bomber."
The US's support to the Soviet Union is not small. In order to protect the industrial zone here, a radar station was built on the top of the mountain. But now, hearing this report, Molotov is quite angry.
It's just one. What are you afraid of? How could it be a bomber, a reconnaissance plane is almost the same!
What anti-aircraft alert? At this time, the entire factory was in a mess.
Sure enough, after the alarm went off, the workers put down their work and ran outside. The German bombardment brought too much pressure.
Although this is a tank factory, half of the workers in the factory are women. They do the same tasks as men, busy on the production line, delivering weapons to the front lines.
Many of their men are on the battlefield.
Diana, in her forties, is not tall, burly, and heavy equipment can be moved with her hands, and her arms are sturdy and powerful. Now, after hearing the air defense sirens, she also put down her work and pulled her legs. Run outside.
Although she is short and has short legs, her pace is very fast, so she rushes to the front.
This was no stranger to her. She had been bombarded by Stuka many times before. When the roar came, she had already ran into the air-raid shelter, just so quickly.
Last month, I got the news that her son had died on the front line. Her man joined the army and went to Moscow. She replaced her man and worked on the production line.
"Don't be nervous, all go back to work, it's a reconnaissance plane." At this moment, the loudspeakers in the factory suddenly started broadcasting: "Let us use our own work to despise the German planes! We are near our factory. There is an anti-aircraft artillery unit, which will surely protect our safety."
When the sound of the horn sounded, everyone stopped. Was it a misunderstanding? Well, I have to go back to work quickly.
Just now, Aunt Diana ran to the front, and now she is at the back. As she walks, she raises her head and looks towards the sky in the southwest. There is indeed a plane flying high, high, from Looking at her here, it was a vague little black spot.
Then, her pupils shrank, and that little black spot seemed to fall, and the thing that fell, gradually became larger as it continued to fall.
Bomb? Very similar!
"Run!" Aunt Diana turned her head and ran in the direction just now, still cursing in her heart, who was shouting in the horn? My mother is about to run into the air-raid shelter, now it's done, I'm afraid I'll get bombs!
Where are the artillery units? There was no fire at all, and the nearby anti-aircraft artillery could not reach that high!
She was running violently, and at the same time, everyone else found out and started to run backwards, while some people, taking orders, were walking towards the factory building, instantly, everything was messed up.
Aunt Diana turned to look at the sky as she ran. No, she couldn't catch up!
"Bang!" Just when the thing was hundreds of meters away from the ground, it suddenly exploded, and then, one after another, countless pieces of white paper scattered like flowers.
"Oh!" At this moment, Aunt Diana screamed, and she suddenly exploded. She thought something terrible was going to happen. As a result, her ankle was twisted.
Sitting on the ground, rolling indecently, lying flat on the grass, looking at the sky, Aunt Diana felt that she was about to collapse~EbookFREE.me~ and at this moment, the piece of paper was covered. Her face.
"Go, scared to death, it turned out to be a flyer!" Aunt Diana grabbed it and wanted to throw it away, but then, her eyes were attracted by the writing on it.
Because the brutal and cruel Moscow government flagrantly bombed German villages and towns, Germany decided to carry out retaliatory bombings. Except for Moscow, all factories in the Ural Mountains were within the attack range. Please leave the factory immediately after receiving the notice. , At least ten kilometers away to ensure safety!
Fu: My father is insane, a self-report of Stalin's son Yakov.
The soul of Katyn Forest, the arrogant cold-blooded executioner Stalin...
Moscow has been given a notice of destruction, and Stalin still threatens to wrap up the citizens to die for him...
New life is better, a report from the citizens of Minsk.
Below, Aunt Diana didn't look into it. After all, the content in front had already messed her up in an instant. The first plane to spread flyers was just for notification. The real blow will follow!