In the Ural Mountains, huge factories are built one after another, with chimneys one higher than the other, spewing black dust and smoke into the sky. It was the largest heavy industry base in the Soviet Union, where most of the Soviet Union's heavy weapons came from, and artillery, tanks, and even airplanes were produced here and sent to the front line to be handed over to the soldiers who fought on the front.

A group of ragged men, carrying bags full of ore, were connected from the train station to the distant dumping station. Their faces were covered with black marks that could no longer be washed, and a pair of calloused hands proved that they were doing their hardest work every day.

Further away, there is the production workshop, which is very simple, but the brick walls and roof are still intact. The walls were painted with new white paste, but due to the environmental impact of the workshop, some oil and dust had been hung up. In the high workshop, there are lathes and equipment from all over the world.

The workers are lowering their heads, concentrating on using the fast-rotating grinding wheel, rubbing the fixed parts blank, every link here must be finely operated, without a two-year practical operation experience, it is difficult to use these equipment to manufacture qualified parts.

Most of the engines installed in the tanks of the Soviet Union came from here, so it is also one of the most important factories in the entire Soviet Union. Behind each middle-aged mechanic stood a group of apprentices, the Soviet Union's means of expanding reproduction, and the secret of their ability to double production in a year.

The whole workshop was in full swing, with a huge podium under the inner wall facing the door of the workshop, and portraits of Comrades Stalin and Lenin hung on the tall walls of the workshop behind the podium. At the upper end of the portrait pulled a huge banner with the incendiary slogan written in Russian: Long live the great proletariat, send the best engine to the front!

In the four corners of the workshop, huge loudspeakers were erected, in which the radio from Moscow was played, and the sweet voice echoed throughout the workshop: "Comrades, for the sake of our brothers and comrades-in-arms at the front, we will not rest at noon! We will not eat at night! We will not sleep at night! Produce more tanks to fight the enemy, and the great Comrade Stalin will surely lead us to victory!"

"Keep it up your comrades! At noon we have potatoes and canned food from the United States! Everyone must get these engines out so that they can catch up with the battle on the front line!" The radio over there has not stopped, and the internal radio in the workshop here has also roared, and the voices on both sides come at the same time, which is a bit noisy, but compared with the sound of metal friction in the workshop, it is not so annoying.

In one corner of the workshop, there was an iron gate, and on top of the gate hung a sign that read "Factory Director's Office". The top of this large iron door is covered with rivets, and it looks extremely heavy.

Heavy iron doors block out some of the outside noise, and the inside of the room does not look like a factory director's office, but a standard European aristocratic study. Not far from Valshilevsky's desk is a tasteful gramophone playing a revolutionary song from the Soviet Union.

He was wearing glasses and was holding a newspaper to read comfortably, although there was also a faint smell of engine oil, but it was a paradise compared to the outside world. Since he became the number one intelligence officer under the beehive, he has successfully provided the German intelligence department 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, and has become the number one spy of the German intelligence department on the Eastern Front.

With the covert support of the Germans, he made contact with many bigwigs in the factory and the military, and gave gifts and bribes, and finally he not only escaped the storm of the Great Purge, but also climbed to the position of the head of the factory in this huge punishment campaign, and he, the director of the tank engine production plant, was different from other factory directors, but the wartime heavy industry system directly under the control of Moscow can be said to be in power.

The most important thing is that when Varshilevsky was in a small grassroots factory, he had a brief contact with Khrushchev, who was young at the time, and the two did not get along very well. There was also a brief confrontation between the two of them when they were inspecting the Soviet factories in Accardo, so Valshilevsky was not very mixed up in the era when Khrushchev was covering the sky.

But when Khrushchev retreated to the Crimea, Varshilevsky, who did not deal well with Khrushchev himself, suddenly became a hot "good Bolshevik comrade" in Stalin's mouth. As a result, some of the leaders of the Great Purge who felt that his background in the old aristocracy was not very good, also shut up and stopped bothering Valsylevsky.

In an engine factory, Valshilevsky was in charge of more than 10,000 workers, producing engines, including armored vehicles, tanks, automobiles, etc., and out of trust in his work, he even served as a member of the committee in charge of politics. In this factory, he literally turned his hands into clouds and rain, and the other day he personally sent the whole family of several old workers who questioned his orders to Siberia, and these days he feels more and more refreshed.

"Dangdang. "There was a knock on the iron door of the office, and because it was an iron door, in addition to the sound of knocking, there was also a faint tremor, which made people sound a little uncomfortable. Valshilevsky, who was listening to music, frowned, because few people came to disturb him at this time to enjoy the quiet time of the afternoon alone.

No matter what you do in the world, there will always be some people who are the beneficiaries and some people who are the victims. Valshilevsky knew that the Bolshevik revolution in the Soviet Union was itself a victim, and that those who had been bitter and were now on an equal footing with himself were the beneficiaries. He hated this society and wanted to destroy him with his own hands.

He now hardly asks the Germans for payment, and the gold bars and banknotes he receives are either used to pay bribes to protect himself or are passed on to the beehives to fund his activities. Intelligence spies like him are the most terrifying, because he has his own ideas and beliefs, and he is often the most determined and decisive. Unless this kind of spy is caught, he will always carry out his mission frantically, and do his best to destroy the one he hates.

"Come in!" he closed the newspaper and looked at the young man who came in at the door with his eyes like sharp blades, without a trace of expression on his face, and he also knew the young man who came in, the apprentice of an old lathe mechanic who had been sent to Siberia a few days ago. The young man had come several times, each time to avenge his master, hoping that Valshilevsky would reconsider his master's case and release the stubborn old man from Siberia.

"Comrade Director, this is the information I found, my master Valrov is a good man, and he was once rated as an advanced production worker by the original old engine plant...... He was a supporter of the revolution and a supporter of the Bolsheviks!" the young man came in and stood respectfully in front of Varshilevsky, placing some old papers and a medal on Varshilevsky's neat and tidy desk.

Old, slightly yellowed paper, yellowed old photographs, as well as letters expressing support for Comrade Lenin, and a medal for contribution to production attesting to the advanced skills of his master...... These things were too old to fit in with the new table and the delicate lamps on it.

"Thank you very much for helping your master collect so much evidence. Valsilewski grinned from an angle that no one else could see, and he felt that the filthy things had almost ruined his new desk. But after a moment he regained his approachable expression, got up and walked over to the young man.

He pretended to ask the young man to find a place to sit down, and when the young man refused, he immediately stopped saying kind words that would stain the sofa. He quickly changed the subject and talked about what the young man was more concerned about: "Judging by the current evidence, the disposal of the head of the old lathe, Varrov, is hasty and unfounded. I will immediately write to Moscow and ask them to find a way to send back such a good worker. ”

Hearing Valshilevsky say this, the young man seemed to see the last hope, he held Valshilevsky's clean palm with his oily hand, and burst into tears with excitement: "Comrade factory director, you are really an upright person, I will use a faster speed to produce qualified parts to repay your help and understanding to me!"

"There are good guys and bad guys in any country, don't they?" said Valsylevsky with a smile, forcing himself to forget about the clean palm he was holding for a moment, the folds on his face a little stiff.

After sending off the young worker, Valshilevsky grabbed the phone in front of his desk, and after asking for a place, he spoke gloomily: "Comrade, because of the handling of the rebels against Comrade Stalin, Varrov, his apprentice also showed hostility towards Comrade Stalin, yes, the evidence is conclusive, he said in front of me that I was Comrade Stalin's lackey...... Well, I'm waiting for your good news. ”

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

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