Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 78: Tours


? The German hosts were very enthusiastic. They prepared colorful programs for Soviet guests, such as shooting demonstrations of various infantry light and heavy weapons, and mid-range live ammunition shooting exercises with tanks and infantry artillery. Tianlai novel www. ⒉

  

   The firepower displayed by the German No. 4 tank surprised the Soviet Red Army representatives. They could not believe that this short-barreled 75mm artillery was so accurate. What made them unacceptable was that this artillery showed that Kind of terrible penetrating ability.

  

   "It's completely penetrated. This is unbelievable. The secret must be the ammunition. It is impossible for this gun to reach such a height." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao stood beside the heavy steel target, looking complicatedly. With that piercing.

  

   "It seems to be 90 millimeters thick. The shooting distance just now was about... I saw at least 700 meters." A Red Army major said from the side.

  

   "Don't express your opinion on the spot, comrades, the Germans are watching." A national security captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs reminded him.

  

   "This is the current German main tank? This is simply a craft." A Red Army lieutenant colonel stroked the heavy front armor of the No. 4 tank and said.

  

   This steel plate is sprayed with standard German 6th Army gray paint. The surface treatment is extremely delicate, and there is no burr on the flat surface. The spare manganese steel track shoes hung on the outside of the turret shone cold in the sun. Two spare road wheels were placed in the spare parts frame, and the edges were covered with thick rubber pads. The Soviets were aware of the conspicuous commander's tower on the top of the turret. If it were not an observation window, it should be a new type of optical device.

  

   "Your Excellency Marshal, I heard that you have another kind of tank, using a long-barreled 75mm artillery, why didn't you see it here." Merkulov asked nonchalantly.

  

   "I have heard of you, General Merkulov of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs. I didn't expect you to have a research on tanks." After translating by people around him, Keitel smiled and said to the major general of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs. .

  

  " I didn’t expect you to know me. It’s really an honor for me, Your Excellency Marshal. You haven’t answered my question. There has been an agreement between our two countries. You should disclose all your weapons and equipment to us, De Su There is a deep friendship between the two countries. I think there should be no secrets between friends.” Merkulov asked respectfully, and threw this sensitive question directly in front of the German Marshal.

  

  " The type of tank you mentioned does exist, but the number is really small, and the troops equipped with that type of tank are currently stationed in the occupied areas of Western Europe, so they have not appeared on the scene today. If you need it, we I can provide some photos for you to take back for reference." The sincere expression on Marshal Keitel's face gave the Soviets no reason to continue to be troubled even if they got angry again.

  

   The Germans are clear enough. The kind of tank they want to see is hundreds of kilometers away, so you don’t have to bring one from Belgium or Denmark specifically for you.

  

   "Can we go inside and see?" Merkulov asked.

  

   "Of course, as you said, there are no secrets between friends." Keitel replied generously.

  

  "Can we see that tank three too?"

  

   "No problem, you can visit at will."

  

  "What about that large-caliber artillery?"

  

  "Go over and see by yourself."

  

  "The reporters we brought want to go to the test site and take pictures of the buildings and surrounding natural scenery. If there are no secrets involved, I hope you can agree to this small request."

  

   "Of course there is no problem, but it is best to be accompanied by our personnel. There are a few places nearby that are restricted areas. It is not about secrets, but worried about stray bullets. So pay special attention to safety." The commander-in-chief of the general staff became Santa Claus at this time, happily fulfilling every request of the other party.

  

  The efficiency of the German 6th Army was fully revealed at this moment. Just after Keitel nodded, the staff immediately arranged a 6th Army sergeant as a guide for the "Soviet reporters", and he also thoughtfully arranged one for them. A Krupp six-wheel off-road truck as a means of transportation.

  

   "Andrei Valeryevich, where did you go just now, now I’m waiting for you, and the German friend agreed to enter the tank tour." Merkulov saw that he had just gotten from a three-wheeled motorcycle The tank expert who jumped up deliberately greeted him loudly, attracting the Germans' attention back to him.

  

   "I went to see the target just now, Comrade Vsevorod Nikolayevich, it was an eye-opener." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao quickly trot to the head of the National Security Agency.

  

   "Let’s talk about it when we go back, now your task is to get into this guy, and then use your professional vision to appreciate the technical achievements of German friends." Merkulov patted Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao on the back, He pushed the No. 4 tank to the side.

  

   "There is our light weapons test area. We call it the arena, because its shape is round, just like the Roman arena." The German sergeant drove the car and spoke fluent Russian. Introduced.

  

   "Your Russian is very good, Comrade Sergeant, can you tell me where I learned it?" the internal affairs agent in the co-pilot's seat asked.

  

   "Moscow University, comrade reporter, I stayed there for two years to study." The sergeant had a proud smile on his face.

  

   "What major do you study?" The agents were suddenly in awe. Unexpectedly, the German sergeant was still a senior intellectual.

  

   "Language department, comrade reporter, I studied the history of Russian literature." The sergeant replied.

  

   "Tretyakovsky, Khlaskov, Novikov, you know..." the sergeant asked, and the whole vehicle was shaking his head blankly.

  

   "I still like Gogol and Pushkin very much." God bless, these two have heard of it, and the agents nodded together, finally smiling again.

  

   "Moscow is a great city. The houses there are very magnificent, and the streets are full of beautiful women. If I have the opportunity, I would like to go there to take a look." The German sergeant didn't recognize birth at all, and he was a bit chatty. Propensity.

  

   "Comrade Sergeant, do you have any acquaintances in Moscow?" an agent asked.

  

  "There are a few friends and comrades journalists, such as Ivan Markanovich Simia who lives next door to my rented apartment, and Katya Borisovna Bey, who I know from the university. Lina." The sergeant introduced enthusiastically, and the agents were busy writing down their names in their notebooks.

  

   "Then why did you choose to be a soldier? Don't you want to continue your studies? My uncle is now teaching at Moscow University. If you want, I can introduce you to the school for further studies." A Soviet agent It has been tentatively discovered that the policy of the active personnel of the opposing side is also a great contribution.

  

  "This is my responsibility, comrade reporter, every German has an obligation to serve the motherland. At that time, I got the enlistment notice. Everything is as simple as that. Don’t look at what I look like now. In fact, life is very good. Substantial, I will be promoted to sergeant by the end of this year. At that time, I asked my superiors to go to military academy and become a trainee officer after graduation. I am only 23 years old and I have enough time. "The sergeant replied with his index finger upright.

  

   "What are those in front?" an agent shouted, pointing to the distant grass.

  

   In the late autumn and early winter, the wilderness was full of chest-high thatch, and several piles of armored vehicle wreckage lay in the grass. Although the shell was turned into charcoal because of the smoke and fire, the paint layer of steel was burned. It has been rusty, but judging from the pitch-black turret and the thick barrels, one can still vaguely see the original aura of these tanks.

  

   In fact, this kind of scene can be seen everywhere in the Soviet weapon test field. The army will use real equipment to test the power of the weapon, but what puzzles the Soviet agents is that the outlines of these tanks in the grass in the distance give them a A feeling of deja vu.

  

  "Those are some destroyed target vehicles. There are unexploded warheads in the nearby grass, so try not to get close. Just take a few photos here. This kind of thing is everywhere in Cummersdorf. Yes, nothing special." The sergeant stopped the off-road truck and introduced it from the driver's seat.

  

  The agents didn't talk to him, but made a mess of "click" with the camera.

  

   "What is the big house over there, Comrade Sergeant." An agent asked, pointing to a row of tall barns in the distance.

  

   "That was the warehouse where the test vehicles were temporarily parked. It was originally a barn on a local farm. There are often some new things in it. It's just that you need the approval of the superior to go there. You know, military secrets." The sergeant replied.

  

   "Can you take us there? Comrade Sergeant, we promise not to go in ~ IndoMTL.com~ I just want to take a few photos outside as a souvenir." An agent took out a cigarette case and handed it up.

  

   "If you just take pictures nearby, there is no problem. There are armed guards at the door of the warehouse, and sometimes there are SSs, and they are not polite." The sergeant drew a cigarette from the cigarette case.

  

   "That's great, Comrade Sergeant, you helped us a lot, how can we thank you." The agent sitting in the passenger seat quickly took out a lighter and set the light on him, and at the same time, with the companion behind him Exchange eyes.

  

   "If you have time, we must treat you to a good meal in Berlin, and we will bring the best vodka." The agent sitting in the carriage said loudly.

  

   "That's great. I will be on vacation tomorrow. I haven't had real vodka for a long time." The sergeant drank the cigarette and restarted the truck engine.

  

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