Battle of the Third Reich

Agent Misha rushed forward and patted the front armor of the T34 tank. The feeling and the sound under his hands showed that it was indeed genuine steel.

"Hurry out of here, we have to bring back the information we saw and captured here." Agents in the same group felt the seriousness of the problem like Misha. If they were discovered by the Germans, they would never let them know. People leave this place alive.

The two agents did not dare to stay longer. After taking a few photos of the mechanical parts and several unknown devices placed around the warehouse, they panicly evacuated the confidential workshop from the original road.

Even if they are not experts, they can see it at this time. This is not a warehouse for storing equipment at all, but a fully-equipped repair shop. They saw rubber-covered load wheels and various unrecognizable parts stacked in the corners. Each one is more than a lap larger than the kind they have seen.

Everything they see here today will be an unparalleled and important discovery for the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Early discovery of this monster tank developed by Germany may save countless Red Army soldiers in the future battlefield s life. If the Red Army officers and soldiers suddenly encounter this terrible steel behemoth without knowing it, this scene makes people shudder even if they think about it.

While the agents were excited about their discovery, at the main test site two kilometers away from them, Soviet weapons experts were also worried about the facts they discovered.

"We saw a lot of used steel plate targets with thicknesses ranging from 30 to 90 millimeters. The power of the new German tank guns exceeded our expectations." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao told Merkulov anxiously.

"Especially, we found a lot of inclined steel target racks, the racks were welded to a sixty degree inclination, this is," said a Red Army major here and looked to the left and right.

"Don't say it, Nazar Kornieevich, this may just be a coincidence." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao interrupted his colleagues.

"Wait a minute, you continue." Merkulov pointed to the major.

"Yes, Comrade Secretary, the angle is exactly the same as the angle of the front armor of the T34 medium tank we are preparing to fully equip." The Red Army Major replied. "Are you sure?" Merkulov lowered his face.

"Sure." The major nodded vigorously.

"Well, what's your name?" Merkulov asked, staring at each other's eyes.

"Red Army Major Nazar Kornieevich Petkhov, Comrade Secretary." The major successfully attracted the attention of the big men, and he answered with pride.

"Very good, Comrade Nazar Kornieevich, your findings are important." Merkulov patted the major's shoulder kindly as an encouragement, while glancing coldly at the side. Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao.

"Vsevorod. Nikolayevich." Dekanozov came hurriedly.

"Is there anything? Comrade Vladimir Kiraljevic." Merkulov waved his hand and motioned for the two Red Army officers to leave.

"Don't you find out that the situation is not right." When two Red Army experts left, Dekanozov whispered to his colleagues.

"What did you find?" Merkulov turned to look around, everything on the scene looked normal.

The German generals gathered in a circle around the cold table, with Kettle and Molotov in the middle. They seemed to have a good conversation, and cheerful laughter broke out from time to time in the crowd. On the other side of the tank, several German middle and low-ranking officers and German technical personnel wearing grey coats were talking with members of the Soviet delegation.

"There are a lot of guards around, and there seems to be something wrong with the Germans." Dekanozov stepped forward with a cigarette, pretending to borrow fire from the other side.

"What do you think happened." Merkulov took out the lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette for Dekanovsov.

"I don't know, but I'm very worried now, maybe it was our people who had the problem."

"You mean a reporter" Merkulov raised his head and looked around.

"It's better not to have an accident, of course, this may just be my nervousness. I feel very bad now, Vsevorod. Nikolayevich, I think they must have found important information." Now The outdoor temperature was very low, but Dekanozov's forehead began to sweat constantly.

Now they need a gift that can be dedicated to Stalin. If, as he expected, the agents made any major discoveries, then not only will his and Merkulov’s career and life be preserved, but maybe May get Stalin's approval.

"Calm down, buddy." Merkulov patted Dekanovsov's arm and said, "Look, don't they come back?".

Dekanozov looked down the finger of the director of the security bureau. Sure enough, a Krupp six-wheeled truck was approaching them quickly. The compartment was filled with agents wearing suits. It seems that these guys are now interested. Very high, you can hear them singing Russian traditional songs from afar.

As Dekanozov breathed a sigh of relief, a stern alarm sounded suddenly in his ears.

"Attention! Attention! Please stand where you are and don't move. Please stand where you are." A man announced in German in the speaker next to the stage.

"What happened?" Kettle frowned, and sternly questioned the commander-in-chief of the proving ground on the side.

"I don't know, Marshal." The major general was also at a loss.

"Go check it." The Marshal ordered with a flick of his arm.

"Perhaps a technical accident happened, you know, there is no way, this is a common thing." Kettle turned his head and shrugged his shoulders at Molotov.

"It's true, Marshal, this also happens frequently with us. The working boys are all scratchy." Molotov smiled and understood.

"Reporter." The major general soon ran over. He first paid a military salute to the marshal, and then turned his face to look at the Soviet foreign minister.

"I'm sorry." Kettle nodded politely to Molotov, and then led the major general to the side.

At this time, the atmosphere at the scene began to become tense, and a whole row of army soldiers with live ammunition appeared around the test site. They seemed to grow directly from the soil. The Soviets did not know where these people were hiding before. .

Immediately after several Opel trucks pulled the siren into the test site, the car did not have time to stop, wearing a black uniform with a submachine gun, and the Gendarmerie of the SS with a military police badge on his neck began to jump down.

Soon the Army Gendarmerie arrived, and they drove a three-wheeled motorcycle, and a German black back with a tongue was sitting in the body.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Molotov. Just now our patrol found that someone had entered the military restricted zone without authorization. According to eyewitness identification, it was probably a member of the Soviet delegation." Kettle walked to Molotov and looked Seriously.

"There is such a thing? Marshal, I can assure you that I have no knowledge of this matter. My people will not deliberately enter the German military restricted zone. I think there is no misunderstanding." Molotto Husband knew that the people he brought were mixed with spies. At this time, it would be useless to play vain. It would only make things more troublesome. He only hoped that the wastes were not caught by the Germans at this moment, otherwise things would be big, and probably not. It must be said that this matter will definitely affect his mission.

"How did Stalin send me these two stupid things, and it's not enough to fail." Molotov thought of this and glanced at Merkulov with cold eyes.

"I also hope it is just a misunderstanding, Your Excellency Molotov." Kettle's face squeezed a smile out of his face: "I hope you can restrain the members of the delegation and ask them to cooperate with our investigation. This happened. , I also feel very sorry, I hope this will not affect the friendship between us.".

"I can understand your approach, but I cannot accept your apology. Your Excellency Marshal, I am also willing to cooperate with your investigation to prove the innocence of our Soviets. But I must remind you that we will keep Xiang Gui Fang’s power to protest, because in any case, this is an rude offense to the great Soviet Union.” Molotov said righteously.

"The dignity of the country, I understand, I'm glad you can tell me frankly, His Excellency Minister of Foreign Affairs." Kettle took a step back and lifted the Field Marshal's stick slightly to sway the brim.

"So who do you think entered the restricted area? Your Excellency Marshal, we should all be here. I remember no one seemed to have left halfway." Molotov asked with a straight face.

"It was the reporters who came with the delegation. Your Excellency, they just left the testing ground and went to the shooting range in the south." Seeing the Field Marshal's questioning eyes, a colonel gendarmerie answered.

"Although these people are not diplomats, they are also citizens of the Soviet Union. I hope they can be treated fairly." Molotov's tone softened, and the waste really left behind.

"In fact, it is not as troublesome as you think. We only need them to hand over the film. If there is no prohibited content in them, then their suspicions will be cleared, and we can also develop a photo for them for free. The Colonel Gendarmerie answered.

"Wait, all you need is this, you just have to look at the pictures they took?" Molotov almost thought he had a problem with his hearing.

"Do you think we should take them all into the cell and severely torture them? Please, Your Excellency Minister, we are all civilized people." The Gendarmerie said proudly, bumping his heels slightly lively.

"Take out the investigation results as soon as possible, and if it proves that the Soviet reporter is innocent, I want to talk to the person in charge of this incident personally." Kettle said seriously to the colonel.

"Follow your orders, Marshal, Hi! Reinhardt!" The Gendarmerie Colonel paid a salute to Kettering, and then turned to the journalists controlled by the Gendarmerie.

ps: There is only one chapter for both days today and tomorrow. Try to see if the day after tomorrow can be double-changed.

Seeking monthly tickets, this month's monthly ticket results in this book are not ideal, and it is my responsibility, but I still want to try to see if I can catch up in the end.

thanks for your support.