A few days ago, Molotov was still insisting on using 122 or 100 mm guns, but after demonstration, these guns were too big to carry on the body of the T-34, and a larger body had to be developed, which was almost completely new and too risky.

Now, if the tank gun is reduced to 85 mm caliber, it should be able to destroy the Tiger from behind, and at the same time, the impact on the hull is minimal, and it can be improved.

It's just that such a change is also quite large, and the current design bureau is capable of developing an improved tank?

"Our new model, called the T-34M, is in a report to the superiors, saying that it will continue to simplify production." Molotov said.

This is simply deception, and at the same time, other people also know that there is no way to do it.

It's all because Kotin, this guy, until now also has a strong resistance to the T-34, watching the T-34 continue to be produced, and his KV tank is almost a flash in the pan, so he has been suppressing the T-34.

It is simply too ironic that the Soviets are now facing an existential crisis, and yet such people still exist.

"Comrade Molotov, if you insist, then I have no opinion." Kucherenko finally did not object, he knew that he was doing this for the sake of victory.

Just as the decision was made, a sharp air defense siren suddenly sounded outside.

"Damn, hurry, the production line stops production, go into the bomb shelter." Molotov shouted.

As the head here, Molotov also had to lead the entire plant, and since the air raid sirens sounded, it was necessary to evacuate the workers.

The factories here are also centralized production, workshops, workshops, one by one.

Now, when Molotov heard the air defense siren, he immediately gave the order, and at the same time, he was also very strange, before that, there were almost no German bombers to make trouble.

"Security Section, what's going on?" The order was given, Molotov picked up the phone and asked the subordinate department.

"We found an airplane, at an altitude of fifteen thousand, coming in our direction, at an American-aided radar station in the Ural Mountains, which must have been a German bomber."

The United States supported the Soviet Union very strongly, and in order to protect the industrial area here, a radar station was built on the top of the mountain, but now, hearing this report, Molotov was quite angry.

It's just one, what are you afraid of? How can it be a bomber, a reconnaissance plane is about the same!

What air defense alarm to pull? Now, the whole factory is in chaos.

Sure enough, after the alarm sounded, the workers all put down their work and ran outside, the pressure brought by the German bombing was too great.

Although it is a tank factory, half of the workers in the factory are women, and they do the same work as men, busy on the production line, delivering weapons to the front.

Many of their men have gone to war.

Diana, in her forties, was not tall, burly, she could move her hands around heavy equipment, her arms were thick and powerful, and now, after hearing the air raid siren, she also put down her work and ran outside.

Although she was short and short-legged, she was quick at her pace, so she swooped to the front.

It was no stranger to her, she had been bombed by Stuka many times before, and by the time the howl came, she had already run into the bomb shelter, and it was so fast.

Last month, when she got the news that her son had died on the front lines, her man had joined the army and had gone to Moscow, where she replaced her own man and worked on the production line.

"Don't be nervous, everyone has gone back to work, it's a reconnaissance plane." At this moment, the loudspeaker in the factory suddenly began to broadcast: "Let's use our work to defy the German planes!" There are anti-aircraft artillery units near our factory, which will definitely protect our safety. ”

When the sound sounded from inside the speaker, everyone stopped, it turned out to be a misunderstanding? Well, I'll have to get back to work.

Aunt Diana had just run at the front, and now she was at the rear, and as she went, she looked up at the south-west sky, where there was indeed an airplane, flying very high, very high, and from her point of view, it was a small black dot that was indistinct.

Then, her pupils narrowed, and the little black dot seemed to have fallen something, and the thing that fell gradually grew larger as it continued to fall.

Bombs? It's like that!

"Run!" Aunt Diana turned her head and ran in the direction she had just been, still cursing in her heart, who was shouting from the horn? The old lady is going to run into the bomb shelter, it's good now, I'm afraid I'll get a bomb!

Where are the anti-aircraft artillery units? There was no fire at all, and these anti-aircraft guns in the vicinity were simply not that high!

She was running hard, and at the same time, the other people also noticed it and began to run backwards, while some people, receiving orders, were walking towards the factory again, and in an instant, there was chaos everywhere.

Aunt Diana turned her head to look at the sky while running, no, she couldn't catch up!

"Bang!" Just when the thing was still a few hundred meters away from the ground, it suddenly exploded, and then, one after another, countless pieces of white paper were scattered like scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden.

"Ouch!" At this moment, Aunt Diana screamed, and this explosion made her think something terrible was going to happen, but as a result, her foot 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, and at that moment, the piece of paper 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 drawn to the handwriting on it.

Because the barbaric and cruel Moscow government brazenly bombed German villages and towns, Germany decided to carry out retaliatory bombing, except for Moscow, all factories in the Ural Mountains are within the range of the strike, please leave the factory immediately after receiving the notice, at least ten kilometers away, in order to ensure safety!

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Below, Aunt Diana didn't look at it, after all, the previous content had already made her messy in an instant, this first flyer plane was just here to inform, and the real blow would follow!