Chapter 417 Landing
"We might be able to get the boat ashore!" Shulka said.
"What?" Major General Vladimir looked at Shulka suspiciously.
Shulka didn't answer. He turned his gaze to Mechelis, who was sitting at the desk while drinking brandy and reading the newspaper, and asked, "Comrade Mechelis, I want someone, is that okay?"
"Of course!" Mehlis put away the newspaper and asked, "Give me a name!"
"Kalashnikov, he is now at the tractor factory in Stalingrad!" Shulka said: "I hope he can come here soon, the sooner the better!"
Mechlis raised his head towards Alexei and ordered: "Let him come here immediately!"
After thinking for a while, Mechlis asked Shulka again: "Is it helpful to attack the Crimea?"
"Yes, it might help a lot!" Shulka replied.
Mechlis immediately stopped Alexei who was in contact: "Contact the plane, immediately!"
"Yes, Comrade Mehlis!"
With Mechlis as a "partner", things are much easier, because he can mobilize almost all the resources of the Soviet Union, and even the commander-in-chief of the navy, Kuznetsov, is afraid of him... There is a saying that " It is better to offend a gentleman than to offend a villain", Mehlis is obviously the kind of "villain" who cannot afford to offend, not to mention that he still has the status of a "representative of the Supreme Command", and he also has command power in legal terms.
Kalashnikov arrived more than an hour later, his face pale.
"I didn't expect that we would meet so soon, Comrade Kalashnikov!" Shulka went up to shake Kalashnikov's hand.
Kalashnikov nodded in shock, then saluted Mehlis and reported.
Mehlis didn't even lift his eyelids, and responded, "I leave it to you, Shulka!"
Kalashnikov looked at Shulka with his mouth half open, then at Mechelis.
"What's the matter?" Shulka asked.
Kalashnikov shook his head slightly, pulled Shul aside, and asked in a low voice, "Is that what you mean?"
"What do I mean?"
"What do you mean by calling me here?"
"Yes, any questions?"
"You bastard, Shulka!" Kalashnikov punched Shulka angrily: "I almost wanted to jump off the plane and escape, you know?"
These words made Shulka even more confused.
It was only later that I found out that the problem was with Mehlis's reputation... Anyone who was "hand-picked" by Mehlis's name usually did not end well, and Alexei called Stalingrad to procrastinate The factory was in the name of Mehlis.
The "King of Small Reports" is a well-deserved reputation, not to mention that it was so urgent. Kalashnikov was escorted by a special plane and guards... In fact, he was escorted here, because Alexey did not explain why, The instructor of the tractor factory immediately asked Kalashnikov to be "controlled".
This instructor must have regarded Kalashnikov as a "class enemy".
So you can imagine how Kalashnikov suffered on the plane. As he said, he almost wanted to jump off the plane and forget it.
"I'm sorry, Comrade Kalashnikov!" Shulka smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect this!"
"Forget it!" Kalashnikov let out a long sigh of relief: "The next time you look for me, you should tell me!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Mehlis on the other side.
"Of course!" Shulka then introduced Major General Vladimir to Kalashnikov.
"Now, can you tell me about your solution?" Major General Vladimir looked at Shulka expectantly.
"My idea is this!" Shulka said: "We need to implement a landing operation in the Crimea, because the climate is cold, so we don't want to wet our boots in the shallows..."
Kalashnikov nodded to express his understanding. As a Soviet, he certainly knew the consequences of getting his boots wet in this weather.
"But what can we do?" Kalashnikov froze for a moment and then asked, "Invent a pair of waterproof boots?"
Kalashnikov laughed as he spoke, which obviously couldn't solve the problem.
"No, Comrade Kalashnikov!" Shulka said: "I hope our ship will go ashore and even charge towards the enemy's beachhead!"
"Driving ashore?" Kalashnikov looked at Shulka suspiciously: "How can we get the boat ashore? Put wheels on it?"
"Why not?" Shulka asked.
"What?" Kalashnikov was just joking, but Shulka took it seriously.
"Why don't we put wheels on the boat, like a Jeep?" Shulka said. Troops block, on the other hand, without getting your boots and clothes wet, and you can even rush to the enemy's lines!"
Kalashnikov and Major General Vladimir were stunned when they heard this.
"This, this is whimsical, Captain!" said Major General Vladimir: "Put wheels on the ship..."
"Why not?" Kalashnikov widened his eyes and said excitedly: "A great idea, Shulka, it is indeed possible!"
"Won't the wheels sink into the shallows?" Major General Vladimir asked.
"As long as the speed of the boat is fast enough!" Kalashnikov said: "Besides, the beach is frozen due to the low temperature, and the possibility of getting stuck in it is very low!"
"Okay!" Major General Vladimir said helplessly: "We have enough time to produce this thing...I mean this kind of ship?"
"I think it can!" Kalashnikov replied: "Because we have very low requirements for it, we only need it to advance one hundred to two hundred meters, right?"
"Yes!" Shulka nodded in agreement.
At least for this operation, what they want is that the charging soldiers do not get their boots and clothes wet, and it is enough to charge one or two hundred meters to the shore.
"So!" Kalashnikov said: "We only need to make simple modifications to the hull, such as welding a few wheels, and then use the motor of the motorcycle to drive through the belt. We don't even need a steering wheel..."
From the needs of this operation, the steering wheel is indeed unnecessary.
"But we need the brakes!" Shulka said: "That is, if you want it to stop, you can stop it!"
"Of course!" Kalashnikov said: "The brakes are much simpler than the steering wheel, and it doesn't take much time!"
Then the two turned their attention to Major General Vladimir.
Major General Vladimir spread his hands: "If you can get it out, of course I have no problem!"
(end of this chapter)
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