Battle of the Third Reich

The German hosts are very enthusiastic. They have prepared a variety of programs for the Soviet guests, such as shooting demonstrations of various infantry light and heavy weapons, and medium-range live shooting exercises with tanks and infantry artillery. . The fastest update

The firepower displayed by the German tank No. 4 surprised the representatives of the Soviet Red Army. They could not believe that this short 75mm gun was so accurate, and what made them unacceptable was the terrible Penetrating ability.

"It was completely penetrated. This is incredible. The secret must be on the ammunition. This gun can never reach such a high initial velocity." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao stood beside the heavy steel target, looking at the perforation with a complex expression. .

"It seems to be ninety millimeters thick. The shooting distance was about at least seven hundred meters." A Red Army major said.

"Don't comment on the scene, comrades, the Germans are watching." A National Security Captain of the Ministry of the Interior reminded.

"This is Germany's current main tank? This is simply a craft." said a Red Army lieutenant, stroking the heavy front armor of the No. 4 tank.

This steel plate is painted with standard German Army gray paint, and the surface treatment is extremely delicate, and there is no burr on the flat surface. The spare manganese steel track pads hanging outside the turret shone in the sun, two spare load 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 control tower at the top of the turret, and if it was not surrounded by observation windows, it should be a new type of optical equipment.

"My Excellency Marshal, I heard that you have another tank, which uses a long-barreled 75-mm artillery. Why haven't you seen it here?" Merkulov asked pretendingly.

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

"I didn't expect you to know me. It is really an honour for me, Your Marshal. You have not answered my question just now. There was an agreement between our two countries. You should disclose all your weapons and equipment to us. With a deep friendship, I think there should be no secrets between friends." Merkulov asked, seemingly respectfully, and threw this sensitive question directly in front of the German Marshal.

"The kind of tank you mentioned does exist, but the number is really small, and the troops equipped with that kind of tank are currently stationed in the Western European occupation zone, so they did not appear on the scene today. If you need, we can provide some The picture lets you take it back for reference." The sincere expression on Marshal Kettle's face gave the Soviets no reason to continue their troubles even if they were angry.

The Germans are clear enough that the kind of tanks they want to see are hundreds of kilometers away. It is not always possible to transport one from Belgium or Denmark for you.

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

"Of course, as you said, there is no secret between friends." Kettle generously replied.

"Can that third tank also show us?"

"No problem, you can visit at will."

"What about that large-caliber gun?"

"Go over and see for yourself."

"Several reporters we brought want to go around the test site, take a picture of the buildings and the surrounding natural scenery. If there is no confidentiality involved, I hope you can agree to this small request."

"No matter what, of course, there is no problem, but it is best to be accompanied by our personnel. There are several places in the vicinity of the restricted area. It is not about confidentiality. It is worried about stray bullets, so pay special attention to safety." At this time, the general manager became Santa Claus, and he happily satisfied each request of the other party.

The efficiency of the German Army was revealed at this moment. Just after Kettle nodded, the staff immediately arranged an army sergeant as a guide for the "Soviet journalists", and also arranged a Krupp six rounds for them. Off-road truck as a transportation tool.

"Andre Valeryevich, where did you go just now, waiting for you now, the German friend agreed that we enter the tank to visit." Merkulov saw that he had just jumped off the tricycle The tank expert greeted loudly and deliberately, drawing the attention of the Germans back to himself.

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

"Then wait for us to go back and say that 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 and pushed him towards The No. 4 tank on 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 introduced it in fluent Russian.

"Your Russian is great. Comrade Sergeant, can you tell me where I learned it?" the agent of the Ministry of Internal Affairs sitting in the co-pilot position asked.

"Moscow University, comrade reporter, I spent two years studying there." The sergeant smiled proudly on his face.

"What kind of major did you study?" The agents suddenly awed in awe, unexpectedly that the German sergeant was still a senior intellectual.

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

"Trejakovsky, Klaskov, Novikov, you know," the sergeant asked, and found that the whole vehicle shook his head blankly.

"I still like Gogol and Pushkin very much." God bless these two agents. The agents nodded in unison and finally smiled again.

"Moscow is a great city. The houses there are very majestic. The streets are full of beautiful women. If I have a chance, I would like to go there to see them." The German sergeant didn't admit his life at all, and tended to babble.

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

"There are a few friends, comrades of the reporter, such as Ivan Markanovich Simia who lives next to my rented apartment, and Katja Borisovna Bellina who I met in college. The sergeant introduced enthusiastically that the agents were busy writing their names on the small book.

"So why did you choose to be a soldier? Do you not want to continue your studies? My uncle is now teaching at Moscow University. If you want, I can introduce you to go to school for further study." A Soviet agent tried, The active members of the policy opponents are also a big credit.

"This is my responsibility. Comrade journalists, every German has an obligation to serve the motherland. At that time, I got the notice of enlistment. Everything is so simple. Don’t look at what I look like now. In fact, life is very fulfilling. I will be promoted to sergeant by the end of this year. At that time, I asked my superior to go to the military academy. After graduation, I could become a trainee officer. I am only 23 years old and have enough time." Sergeant With a forefinger, he answered with a glance.

"What are those in front?" an agent shouted, pointing at the grass in the distance.

In the late autumn and early winter, the wilderness was covered with chest-high grass, and there were piles of armored vehicle wrecks lying in the grass, although the shell was turned into charcoal black due to smoke, and the steel that burned the paint layer is now rusted. Speckled, but judging from the dark turret and thick barrels, the original momentum of these tanks can still be seen vaguely.

In fact, such scenes can be seen everywhere in the Soviet weapons testing ground. The military will use real equipment to test the power of weapons, but the Soviet agents are puzzled by the fact that the outlines of these tanks in the grass far away, let them have a familiarity. feel.

"Those are destroyed target vehicles, and there are unexploded warheads in the nearby grass, so try not to get close, you just take a few photos here, this kind of thing is everywhere in Kummersdorf, nothing Special." Sergeant stopped the off-road truck and introduced it from the driver's seat.

Agents didn't talk to him, but took a messy shot with the camera "buzzing".

"What is the big house over there for, Comrade Sergeant." An agent pointed to a row of tall warehouses in the distance.

"It was a warehouse for temporary parking of test vehicles. It was originally a barn of a local farmhouse, but there are often some new things in it, but you need to get approval from your superiors to go there. You know, military secrets." The sergeant replied.

"Can you take us over there? Comrade Sergeant, we promise not to go in. We just want to take a few pictures outside as a souvenir." An agent took out the cigarette case and handed it up.

"If you just take pictures nearby, there is no problem. There are armed guards in front of the warehouse, and sometimes there are SSs. They will not be polite." The sergeant pulled 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 co-pilot's seat quickly pulled out a lighter to ignite him, and exchanged glances with the companion behind him .

"If you have time, we must invite you for a good meal in Berlin. We bring good vodka." the agent sitting in the car said loudly.

"That's great. I'm going on holiday tomorrow, and I haven't had real vodka for a long time." The sergeant sipped the cigarette and restarted the truck engine.

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