Steel Soviet Union

“Do you want to do it fast, or do you want to do it well?”

All the content that was written in a few strokes can be seen instantly with just one glance. It took me a long time to realize the true meaning of this sentence that needs to be savored carefully. I was shocked beyond measure. It only took a moment for Ke Jin to turn all his facial expressions into an ecstatic smile.

"Malashenko, this is exactly what I need! He is my big savior! How can he talk so much nonsense and be concise and concise in such a short line!? As long as there is a chance! I will take the initiative to find opportunities. I’m going to thank him properly!”

Time goes back to the late night watch four days ago.

After commanding the battle for a whole day, Malashenko felt as if his body had been hollowed out. When he dragged his tired body and found a place near the roots of a big tree to lie down and sleep quickly, there was a rush of four waves. The sound of wheels and cross country unexpectedly interrupted Malashenko's sleep.

"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, please introduce yourself. I am the Sikorsky staff officer coming from the Front Army Headquarters. This is Captain Popokov, the special liaison officer of the Front Army Headquarters. He has very important orders to convey. Here you go, time is running out and I won’t waste any more time. You two should start talking quickly. I’ll go around and help you clear the place.”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Malashenko, who had a question mark on his face, to answer, the major staff officer who called himself Sikorsky gestured urgently and seriously to the three guards who had just got off the Gas Jeep, obviously The latter, who were extremely skilled and very elite, dispersed in an instant knowingly, holding the Bobod submachine gun horizontally in their hands, driving aside all the surrounding Red Army soldiers who could clearly hear the conversation.

After commanding his men to do all this, Major Sikorsky did not stay any longer. Instead, he walked to the side like the Red Army soldiers who were muttering or even vaguely cursing. They were safe enough not to hear any of the conversation. He reached out and lit a cigarette from a distance, not wanting to know what Malashenko and Popkov were talking about behind him.

The ensuing confusing events made Malashenko completely confused. Malashenko, who couldn't figure out why all this happened, was thinking about whether to ask the captain in front of him first. The latter was racing against time. But he turned to interrupt Malashenko's words that were already on his lips.

"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, I wish you good health! Our next conversation has been classified as a top secret conversation by Comrade Zhukov, the commander of the front army. No third person except you and me can know about it. This is the first and most important thing. The prerequisite for this.”

"in addition"

Captain Popokov, who was mid-sentence but had nothing to say, then put his hands into the satchel he carried around his waist. He then carefully took out a small envelope that was kept in a safe place on the middle layer and turned it around. And handed it to Malashenko with both hands.

"Please take a look at this, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko. All the contents are in it. This is also the real mission of my trip to you."

Malashenko, who felt increasingly confused, then subconsciously reached out and took the small envelope in front of him. Curious about how confidential the content was written inside, Malashenko then used the corner of his eye to use an imperceptible He secretly glanced at Captain Popokov in front of him, and after confirming that the latter's expression was normal, he opened the envelope with confidence, and under the bright moonlight in the night sky, he gently held the letter and unfolded it. in front of myself.

"Malashenko, there is a high-level decision-making meeting in Moscow regarding the future tank design direction of our Red Army. All senior tank engineers, including Kotin and Morozov, gathered here, and the meeting was personally presided over by the Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin. ”

"Moscow Base Camp now requires you to write a summary report on your own tank combat experience and make suggestions for our Red Army's future tank plans as much as possible. This report must be completed within one hour after you see this letter. , be sure to take the time to summarize the most important content! In addition, please do not keep the letter and dispose of it promptly, leaving no traces and no matter what method, remember!”

"Commander of the Leningrad Front - General Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov."

After quickly reading the few handwritten contents on the letter, Malashenko figured out all the ins and outs of the matter after thinking for a moment, and then took out his lighter from his pocket without saying a word. He gently pressed the flint pulley, and dazzling sparks burst out. He then turned to cover the flames with his body and spoke softly.

"I have read everything in the letter. Captain Popokov, could you please lend me a pen?"

Captain Popokov, who didn't know what the letter contained, kept the mission he had received very firmly in mind, watching the brand-new letter paper burning rapidly under the flame of the lighter in Malashenko's hand. Turning into a pile of flying ashes, Captain Popokov, who had completed half of his mission, turned to hand the note and pen he had prepared in his hand to Malashenko.

Malashenko, who took the pen and letter paper, leaned under the roots of a big tree and thought for a long time. He didn't know that Kotin in Moscow was almost gray-haired. At the moment, Malashenko was not sure that he could make Moscow. Those people in the direction listened to the absolutely correct opinions of themselves as a future traveler, and finally, while thinking rapidly, they left a short sentence on the note in front of them that was enough to be recorded in history.

“Do you want to do it fast, or do you want to do it well?”

This sentence, which was short enough to be easily remembered, virtually saved Kogin and his new heavy tank plan, who were currently in a state of neglect.

A heavy tank that is not good at maneuverability only needs to have the minimum actual combat maneuverability. There is no need to use its own shortcomings to compete with the T-34, which is good at maneuverability. It is incomparable. The ultimate victory of the heavy tank in World War II was its strong armor and powerful cannon and its role as an absolute mainstay like the Optimus Pillar.

Not only the ecstatic Kotin was in extreme excitement because of Malashenko's profound words, but also the loving father Stalin who further deepened his impression of Malashenko through this short but profound words. Comrade, he nodded slightly with a satisfied smile on his face, and blurted out firm words that opened a new chapter for the development history of the Soviet armored forces in later generations.

"Just go ahead and do it, Kotin and Morozov, I approve all your design plans. Moscow will do its best to support your design bureau and related work, whether it is human or material resources, victory will definitely belong to us. The righteous Soviet Red Army!”