Agent Misha rushed forward and slapped the front armor of the T34 tank, the sensation and sound under his hand indicating that it was indeed real steel.

"Get out of here, we have to bring back the information we've seen and photographed here." The agents in the company felt the gravity of the problem as much as Misha, and if the Germans found out, they would never have allowed anyone to leave the area alive.

The two agents didn't dare to stay any longer, and after taking a few photos of the mechanical parts and several unknown equipment that were placed around the warehouse, they hurriedly evacuated the classified workshop by the same route.

Even if they weren't experts, they could see that this was not a warehouse for keeping equipment at all, but a well-equipped maintenance workshop, and they saw glued load wheels piled up in the corners and various unrecognizable parts, each of which was more than a circle larger than the same kind they had ever seen.

What they saw here today would be an incomparably important discovery for the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and the early discovery of such a monstrous tank developed by Germany might save the lives of countless Red Army soldiers on the battlefield of the future. If the Red Army officers and soldiers, knowing nothing, suddenly encountered such a terrible steel beast, such a sight would make people shudder even to think about it.

While the agents were excited about their discovery, Soviet weapons experts were worried about what they had discovered, two kilometers from the main testing site.

"We saw a lot of used steel targets, ranging in thickness from thirty to ninety millimeters, and the power of the new German tank gun exceeded our expectations." Lieutenant Colonel Semyon said worriedly to Melkulov.

"In particular, we found a lot of inclined steel target frames, and the shelves were welded to a 60-degree inclination, which is—" said a Red Army major, looking to the left and right.

"Say no more, Nazar. Kornievich, this may just be a coincidence. Lieutenant Colonel Semyon interrupted his colleague.

"Wait a minute, you go on." Melkulov said, pointing to the major.

"Yes, Comrade Director, that angle is exactly the same as the front armor inclination of the T34 medium tank that we are preparing to fully equip." The Red Army major replied. "Are you sure?" Melkulov's face sank.

"Sure." The Major nodded vigorously.

"Well, what's your name?" Melkulov asked, staring into the other's eyes.

"Major of the Red Army Nazar. Kornievich. Petkhoff, Comrade Director. The Major succeeded in attracting the attention of the big man, and he replied proudly with his chest puffed up.

"Very well, Nazar. Comrade Kornievich, your findings are important. Melkulov kindly patted the Major on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and glanced coldly at Lieutenant Colonel Semyon, who was standing nearby.

"Vsevorod. Nikolaevich. Dekanozov hurried over.

"What's the matter? Vladimir. Comrade Kirargievich. Melkulov waved his hand and motioned for the two Red Army officers to leave.

"Didn't you notice that something was wrong?" Waiting for the two Red Army experts to leave, Dekanozov whispered to his colleagues.

"What did you find?" Melkulov turned his head to look around, and everything seemed normal.

The German generals gathered in a circle around the cold table, with Keitel and Molotov in the middle, and seemed to be chatting well, and the crowd erupted in cheerful laughter from time to time. On the other side, next to the No. 4 tank, several middle- and low-ranking German officers and German technicians in gray coats were chatting happily with the members of the Soviet delegation.

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

"What do you think happened?" Melkulov took a lighter out of his pocket and lit a cigarette for Dekanozov.

"I don't know, but I'm worried right now, maybe something happened to one of our people."

"You mean reporters..."Merkulov looked up.

"It's better not to have an accident, of course it might just be my nervousness. I'm feeling bad right now, Vsevorod. Nikolaevich, I think they must have discovered some important information. Now that the temperature outside is very low, Dekanozov's forehead is starting to sweat.

Now they needed a great gift to Stalin, and if the agents made any major discoveries, as he had expected, then he and Merkulov's careers and lives would not only be saved, but perhaps even Stalin's approval.

"Calm down, man." Melkulov patted Dekanozov's arm and said, "Look, aren't they back?" ”。

Dekanozov followed the head of the security chief's finger, and sure enough, a Krupp six-wheeled truck was speeding towards them, the compartment was full of agents in suits, and it seemed that these guys were in high spirits right now, and they could be heard singing traditional Russian songs from a distance.

Just as Dekanozov breathed a sigh of relief, a terrible siren suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Attention! Note! All personnel are requested to stand still and do not move, and all personnel are requested to stand still and do not move. From the loudspeaker next to the stage, a man announced in German.

"What happened?" Keitel frowned, sternly inquiring to the commander of the test site guard on the side.

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

"Let's go check it out." The marshal flicked his arm and ordered.

"Maybe there's some kind of technical accident, you know, no way, it's a common thing." Keitel turned his head and shrugged his shoulders at Molotov.

"Indeed, Your Excellency, this is often the case with us, and the boys who work are all careless." Molotov smiled in understanding.

"Report sir." The major general quickly ran over, first saluted the marshal, and then turned his face to look at the Soviet Foreign Minister.

"I'm sorry." Keitel 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 line of heavily armed army soldiers appeared around the test site, as if they had grown straight out of the soil, and the Soviets had no idea where these people had been hiding before.

Immediately after that, several Opel trucks drove into the test site with sirens pulled, and before the cars could stop, the SS gendarmes wearing black uniforms, holding submachine guns, and wearing gendarme badges around their necks began to jump down vigorously.

Soon the army gendarmes arrived, driving three-wheeled motorcycles with German black-backs hanging their tongues in the bodies.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Molotov, just now our patrol discovered that someone had entered the military restricted zone without permission, and according to eyewitnesses, it was likely to be members of the Soviet delegation." Keitel walked up to Molotov and said with a serious expression.

"There's such a thing? Your Excellency, I can assure you that I have no knowledge of this matter. My people don't deliberately enter the German military exclusion zone, and I wonder if there is some misunderstanding here. Molotov knew that the people he brought were mixed with spies, and it was useless to cheat at this time, it would only make things more troublesome. He only hoped that the waste hadn't been caught by the Germans, otherwise it would have been a big deal, and it was likely... No, it should be said that this must affect his mission.

"How could Stalin send me these two stupid things, which are more than enough to succeed and more to lose." Thinking of this, Molotov glanced at Melkulov and the two with cold eyes.

"I hope it's just a misunderstanding, Your Excellency Molotov." A smile broke out of Keitel's face: "I hope you can restrain the members of the delegation and ask them to cooperate with our investigation." I am also very sorry that this happened, and I hope it will not affect our friendship. ”。

"I can understand what you are doing, but I cannot accept your apology, Your Excellency Marshal, and I am willing to cooperate with your investigation in order to prove the innocence of our Soviets. However, I must remind you that we reserve the right to lodge a protest against you, because in any case it is an outrage against the great Soviet Union. Molotov said righteously.

"The dignity of the country, I understand, and I am glad that you can tell me this frankly, Your Excellency the Minister of Foreign Affairs." Keitel took a step back, raised the marshal's staff, and tapped the brim of his hat lightly.

"Then who do you think entered the forbidden area, Your Excellency Marshal, all of our people should be here, and I remember that no one seems to have left halfway." Molotov asked with a straight face.

"It's the journalists who came with the delegation, Your Excellency, who just left the test site and went to the range to the south." Seeing the marshal's questioning gaze, a gendarmerie colonel stepped forward to answer.

"These people are not diplomats, but they are also citizens of the Soviet Union, and I hope that they will be treated fairly." Molotov's tone softened, and the waste was indeed left behind.

"It's not as much trouble as you think, we just need them to hand over the film on them, and if there is nothing prohibited in it, then their suspicion will be cleared, and we can develop a photo for them for free." The gendarmerie colonel replied.

"Wait, that's all you need to do is look at the pictures they took?" Molotov almost thought there was something wrong with his hearing.

"Do you think we should put them all in a cell and torture them? Please, Your Excellency the Minister of Foreign Affairs, we are all civilized people. The gendarmerie colonel said triumphantly, and bumped the heel of his boot with a little vigour.

"Come up with the results of the investigation as soon as possible, and if it turns out that the Soviet journalist is innocent, I will talk to the person in charge of this incident personally." Keitel said solemnly to the Colonel.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Hi! Reinhart! The gendarmerie colonel gave Kettel a neat salute, then turned and walked towards the reporters who had been restrained by the gendarmerie.

PS: There is only one chapter today and tomorrow, try to see if you can double change the day after tomorrow.

Asking for a monthly pass, this month's monthly pass results in this book are not satisfactory, and the responsibility lies with me, but I still want to try to see if I can catch up in the end.

Thank you all for your support.