Six Hundred and Twenty Eight Good Guys and Bad Guys

In the Ural Mountains, there are huge factory buildings one after another, with chimneys one higher than the other, spraying black dust like thick ink into the sky. This is the largest heavy industrial base in the Soviet Union. Most of the Soviet Union's continuous heavy weapons come from here. Cannons, tanks and even aircraft are produced here and sent to the frontlines for combat soldiers.

A group of ragged men carried bags full of ore from the train station to the distant storage yard. Their faces are covered with black marks that cannot be washed out, and their callused hands prove that they are doing the hardest work every day.

Farther away is the production workshop. The workshop is extremely simple, but the brick walls and roof are still intact. The walls are painted with new white plaster, but due to the environmental impact of the workshop, some oil stains and dust have already hung on them. In the tall workshop, there are lathe equipment from all over the world.

The workers are lowering their heads and concentrating on rubbing the fast-rotating grinding wheel against the fixed parts. Every link here needs to be carefully operated. Without two years of practical experience, it is difficult to use these equipment to manufacture Qualified parts come.

Most of the engines installed by the Soviet Union on tanks came from here, so this is one of the most important factories in the entire Soviet Union. Behind every middle-aged technician stood a group of apprentices. This was the Soviet Union's means of expanding reproduction and the secret to their ability to double their output within a year.

The whole workshop was in full swing. There was a huge podium under the inner wall facing the workshop door. Behind the podium, portraits of Stalin and Lenin hung on the tall walls of the workshop. A huge banner was drawn above the portrait, with provocative slogans written in Russian on the banner: Long live the great proletariat, send the best engines to the front!

In the four corners of the workshop, there are huge loudspeakers, which play radio broadcasts from Moscow. The sweet voice echoes throughout the workshop: "Comrades, for the brothers and comrades in the front line, we do not rest at noon! We do not rest at night. Eat! We don't sleep at night! Produce more tanks to fight the enemy, the great Comrade Stalin will surely lead us to victory!"

"Come on! Comrades! We have potatoes and canned food from the United States at noon! Everyone must drive out these engines so that we can catch up with the frontline battle!" The broadcast over there has not stopped, and the internal broadcast of the workshop here He also yelled, and the voices from both sides came at the same time. It was a bit noisy, but compared with the sound of metal rubbing in the workshop, it was not so annoying.

In a corner of the workshop, there is an iron gate with a sign above the gate that reads "Director's Office". The top of this big iron door is covered with rivets, which looks extremely thick.

The heavy iron door cut off some outside noise, but the inside of the house was not like the office of a factory director, but a study of a standard European nobleman. Not far from Valshilevsky's desk was a tasteful gramophone playing a revolutionary tune from the Soviet Union.

He was wearing glasses, and was reading a newspaper comfortably. Although there was also a faint smell of engine oil, compared with the outside world, it was simply heaven. Since he became the number one intelligence officer under the hive, he has successfully provided the German intelligence agency with the design progress and production status of the T-34 tank and the Stalin tank, and also collected some performance indicators of various Soviet tanks. The top spy of the German intelligence service.

With the secret support of the Germans, he met many big figures in the factory and military as he liked, and gave gifts and bribes. In the end, not only did he escape the storm of the Great Cleansing, but he was also involved in this huge punishment campaign. Climbed to the power position of the chief factory director of the factory, and his tank engine production factory director is different from other factory directors, but the wartime heavy industry system directly under the jurisdiction of Moscow can be said to be in control.

The most important thing is that this Valshilevsky had a brief contact with Khrushchev, who was young at the time, when he was in a small grassroots factory, and the two did not get along very well. The two of them had a brief friction when they inspected the Soviet factory in Akador, so Valshilevsky didn't do well in the era when Khrushchev ruled the sky.

But when Khrushchev retreated to the Crimea, Valshilevsky, who was not very good with Khrushchev himself, suddenly became the "excellent Bolshevik comrade" that Stalin talked about. As a result, some leaders of the Great Purge Movement who felt that he was born in the old aristocratic background were not very good, and all of them shut up wisely and stopped making trouble for Valshilevsky.

In a general engine factory, Valshilevsky managed more than 10,000 workers, producing engines including armored vehicles, tanks and cars. Out of trust in his work, he even served as a committee member in charge of politics. In this factory, he was like turning his hands into clouds and rain. A few days ago, he personally dispatched the families of several old workers who questioned his order to Siberia. These days, he feels more and more refreshed.

"Dangdang." Someone knocked on the iron door of the office. Because the door was made of iron, in addition to the knocking sound, it was also accompanied by a faint tremor, which made people sound uncomfortable. Valshilevsky, who was listening to music, frowned, because few people came to disturb him to enjoy the quiet time of the afternoon alone at this time.

No matter what you do in the world, some people will be the beneficiaries and some people will be the victims. Valshilevsky knew that the Bolshevik Revolution in the Soviet Union was a victim himself, and those who were suffering but are now on the same level as himself are the beneficiaries. He hated this society and hoped to destroy him with his own hands.

He hardly asks for remuneration from the Germans now, and the gold bars and banknotes he receives are either used to bribe him to protect himself or handed over to the beehive as activity funds. Intelligence spies like him are the most terrifying, because he has his own ideas and beliefs, and is often the most determined and decisive. Unless this kind of spy is caught, he will always carry out his mission crazily, trying his best to destroy everything he hates.

"Come in!" He closed the newspaper, his eyes were like sharp knives, and he looked at the young man who came in at the door. There was no expression on his face. He also knew the young man who came in. He was the one who was sent to Siberia a few days ago The apprentice of the old lathe technician. The young man has come several times, each time to avenge his master, hoping that Valshilevsky can reconsider his master's case and release the stubborn old man from Siberia.

"Comrade factory director, this is the information I found. My master Valrov is a good man. He was once rated as an advanced production worker by the original old engine factory... He supports the revolution and the Bolsheviks!" the young man said. After entering, he stood respectfully in front of Valshilevsky, and put some old papers and a medal on Valshilevski's clean and tidy desk.

Old, slightly yellowed paper, old yellowed photos, some letters saying that they support Comrade Lenin, and a production contribution medal that proves the advanced skills of its owner... These things are too old, and that The new table and the exquisite lamps placed on it are so out of place.

"Thank you very much for helping your master collect so much evidence." Valshilevsky grinned from an invisible angle. He felt that those dirty things almost ruined his new office. table. But after a while, he recovered his approachable expression, got up and walked to the young man.

He pretended to ask the young man to find a seat to sit down, and when the young man refused, he immediately stopped saying polite words that would dirty the sofa. He quickly changed the subject and talked about something that young people are more concerned about: "From the current evidence, the disposal of the old lathe manager Valrov is hasty and unfounded. I will write to Moscow immediately, Let them figure out a way to bring back such good workers."

Hearing what Valshilevsky said, the young man seemed to have seen his last hope. He held Valshilevsky's clean palm with his oily hand, and was so excited that he was about to shed tears: "The factory director Comrade, you are really an upright person, I will produce qualified parts at a faster speed in return for your help and understanding to me!"

"There are good people and bad people in any country, isn't there?" Valshilevsky said with a smile, forcing himself to forget for a moment the clean palms he was holding, and the wrinkles on his face were a little stiff.

After sending the young worker away, Valshilevsky grabbed the phone in front of his desk, and after asking for a place, he said grimly: "Comrade, because of dealing with the rebel against Comrade Stalin, Valrov , His apprentice also showed hostility to Comrade Stalin, yes, the evidence is solid, he said in front of me that I was Comrade Stalin's lackey...Okay, I will wait for your good news."

After hanging up the phone, Valshilevsky sneered, swept the old paper and the medal on the desk into the trash can with a clatter, and wiped the desk over and over again with the paper.

Yes, there are good and bad people in any country. Valshilevsky thought fiercely: Now that I have degenerated into a bad person that I even hate, since you have ruined my family and everything about me and made me a bad person! Then I will drag you to hell together! I will destroy this country with my own hands!