The Soviet agents were surprised by the security deployment of the Kumosdorf weapons test site, which seemed to follow a pattern of tightness on the outside and looseness on the inside, with heavily guarded perimeters and sentinels armed almost to the teeth, but only a few sites inside the test site were guarded by armed men, and most of the test area was completely unobstructed.

Due to the need to carry heavy vehicles and equipment, high-grade concrete roads were laid between the various test sites, and the Krupp six-wheeled off-road trucks drove very smoothly on the road, and in a short time they came to the front of the row of tall warehouses that were unusually eye-catching.

"That is the Anton warehouse, and there is a whole row on this side, next to Bruno, Caesar, Dora, Emile, and Fredridge. (The sergeant here used the German army's universal call signs A to F, which were originally only used in radio and voice communication to avoid confusion in the pronunciation of a single letter, and then spread to all places in the German army that needed alphabet numbers, especially the German army used the German alphabet, in addition to the twenty-six universal Latin letters, there are four variants and two specific prefixes, so there are a total of thirty-two letter call signs.) The sergeant pointed to the entire row of warehouses, and the wall of the nearest warehouse was painted with white paint a huge A-line, the height of two people, and the tall sliding door was painted with the German Army eagle emblem, and the swastika logo on the black edge and white background was dazzling.

"It's a magnificent building, I remember you saying they were the barns of the farmstead?" An agent squinted at the sergeant, this thing looks like a standard military hangar, really think we don't understand anything?

"That's what my superiors told me, and I thought it was a bit funny, what kind of harvest would it take to need such a huge barn to store grain." The sergeant wiped his chin with the same look as a hero.

"It's strange that we didn't see anyone standing guard today, which would have been convenient for us, otherwise it would have been a hassle to explain to the sentinels. Comrades should take pictures quickly, and we will leave here after the shooting, maybe someone will come after a while. From here to the edge of the woods, and all the way to the road, there are mobile patrols. The sergeant clapped his hands and greeted the group of agents.

"The scenery is so good." A GRU agent winked at his companion.

"yes, look at that elm grove, and that oak tree, it looks like it's at least fifty years old." Red Army agents opened the leather case of the camera.

"Sergeant, please stand over there and I'll take a picture of you." The agent pointed to a large tree on the side of the road.

"Huh? Are you going to take a picture of me? The sergeant asked in surprise.

"Of course, if there is a mighty Wehrmacht soldier in the picture, there is no better way to set off this beautiful German landscape." The agent replied solemnly.

"Ah, I'm a little embarrassed when you say that, should I go and change into a military uniform, how about this posture? Do you want to wear a steel helmet? The sergeant said embarrassed, but he was already trotting to the tree.

"It's a nice uniform, put your head up, look in that direction, look at it, right... It's great, and it's cheaper to the right. The agent held the camera and shouted instructions to the sergeant to pose for POSS.

"Very well, Comrade Sergeant, you move a little more to the right, one small step is enough."

"Look up, Comrade Sergeant, look a little more solemn, don't frown, yes, you're amazing."

Several Soviet agents with cameras formed a half-circle around the side and shot at the sergeant.

"I think it's better to wear a steel helmet." The sergeant proposed, assuming a posture that he considered heroic.

"No, no, no, that's going to block your forehead like a Greek sculpture, God, I've never seen such a special forehead, don't move, I've got to get a close-up." There are two clicks between words.

While the photography salon was in full swing, two Soviet agents, under the cover of their companions, quietly broke away from the group, pretended to be careless, and strolled towards the warehouse area on the other side of the road.

They didn't believe that there would be no sentinels in such a place, and they were mentally prepared to be intercepted, but to their surprise, they were not stopped until they reached the side door of the warehouse.

"It's unbelievable that the Germans should be so lax in their vigilance." One agent turned to his companion and looked at the wind, while the other pulled a lockpicking tool out of his pocket.

"Why are they on guard, don't forget that this is the heart of Germany, as long as the surrounding roads are strictly blocked, no one can sneak into this area." The agent spoke as he inserted the tool into the keyhole.

"Hurry up, Misha, it won't be too long over there." The lookout agent urged.

"No way, the Germans are notoriously difficult to open, why don't you try it." The one who picked the lock was not happy, this is a technical job, no matter how urgent it is, there is no way.

"Good thing it's an old lock, you see... All right. The agent snapped the lock spring, then carefully turned the handle on the door.

To prevent anyone from being inside the door, the agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs first opened a crack in the door, waited for two seconds, and found that there was no response inside, and then quickly pushed the door open and dodged into the house.

"Oh my God."

"The Virgin Mary!"

Seeing the scene inside the warehouse, the two Soviet agents were completely stunned, and they couldn't help but draw a cross on their chests. They were indeed staunch Bolsheviks, but what was in front of them was so powerful.

"Quick, camera, Misha, take a picture of it all." One of the agents picked up the camera on his chest and pressed the shutter without hesitation.

"It's unbelievable that the Germans made such a thing." The colleague's mouth widened in surprise and quickly flicked the upper film wheel.

"You go over there, I'm here, try to take as many pictures as possible." The agent commanded his companion.

"I feel something is wrong, this is probably the top secret of the Germans." The agent known to him as Misha picked up his camera and ran towards the other side of the beast with his legs spread.

Indeed, the steel monster in front of them can undoubtedly be described as a giant beast. It was a massive tank, and the two agents could swear by it was the largest they had ever seen. Even the T28 heavy tank, which made the Soviet Red Army extremely proud, would be dwarfed in front of the tank in front of them, and if this tank was an adult, then the T28 could only be considered a schoolboy.

The tank was at least ten meters long, and the agents had no reference in their hands, so they took their respective figures into the frame, preparing to calculate them according to the scale after they returned.

The tank had two wide, somewhat exaggerated tracks, but compared to the width of its hull, it looked a little too bad. Judging from the position of the track and the structure of the walking system, it should be the over-the-top track setting of the French B1, which has been the preferred configuration scheme for heavy and super-heavy tanks in European countries since the first generation of water tanks that year.

The width of this tank is more than six or seven meters, there is a separate small machine gun tower on the right side of the hull, which is impressively equipped with two parallel machine guns, and the left side of the hull is similar to the B1 tank, with a large-caliber short-barreled mortar gun, which is definitely more than 200 millimeters, but I don't know what kind of ammunition is used.

To the surprise of the Soviets, there were nacelles on both sides of the hull that protruded from the outside of the car, which made people feel more like the MK1 type of World War I, and there were no weapons on the nacelle at this time, but judging from the side shield openings, it should be equipped with anti-infantry weapons such as large-caliber machine guns, and there are two small turrets similar to the German No. 1 tank on the top of the nacelle, so you can imagine how the infantry will be attacked when attacking the side of this tank.

Finally, there is the huge turret that makes people feel intimidated at a glance, this is a monster that two Soviet agents could not even dream of, the size of the turret alone is almost similar to a T26 light tank, and what makes them even more frightened is the gun mounted on the turret, if their eyes are not wrong, it is two barrels mounted side by side, covered with an integrated sheath, and the sheath is wrapped in a bunch of high-end looking complex equipment, the agent guesses that it may be related to heat dissipation and other problems, The caliber of the gun definitely exceeded one hundred and twenty mm, and it had never been previously known that Germany had tank guns of a similar caliber, which should have been specially developed for this tank.

The tank's armor was probably the heaviest in the world, and they saw palm-wide welds at the joints, and the armor plates were covered with rivets the size of a baby's fist, and like the rest of the German products, all surfaces were as smooth as ever.

The entire tank was painted German gray, with a huge Iron Cross emblem painted on the hull, and the turret painted with the vehicle number, perhaps a temporary number at the time of the test, the white 212, I don't know what it meant, and the Soviet agents prayed that this did not represent the production number of the monster.

"Hurry up, time is running out, we only have five minutes in total." The agent finished taking the film from the camera and began to quickly turn the spin handle to rewind.

"Wait a minute, look over here, God, where the hell did they get this?" From the other end of the tank came Misha's shouts.

"What did you find?" The agent hurried over.

Immediately, like his companions, he was stunned, and in front of him were three brand-new tanks, painted in the grass green of the Soviet Red Army, and the turrets were painted with the Red Army's usual white car numbers and diamond-shaped serial numbers.

"T-34, this is our newest T-34 tank, shoot this all down, here's proof, God, those legends are true, there are traitors in the Red Army." The agent exclaimed.

PS: Regarding the names of Soviet people in the previous article, some book friends in the book review area have already given an explanation, and I will not explain it here, and book friends who don't understand it can go to the book review area to read it.

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