The German hosts were very welcoming, and they prepared a colorful program for the Soviet guests, such as a shooting demonstration of various infantry light and heavy weapons, as well as medium-range live-fire target drills between tanks and infantry artillery.

The firepower displayed by the German tank No. 4 surprised the representatives of the Soviet Red Army, who could not believe that this short-barreled 75-mm gun could be so accurate, and even more unacceptable was the terrible penetrating ability of this gun.

"It's completely penetrated, it's unbelievable, the secret must be in the ammunition, this gun simply can't reach such a high muzzle velocity." Lieutenant Colonel Semyon stood beside the heavy steel plate target and looked at the piercing with a complicated expression.

"It looks like it's 90 millimeters thick, and the firing distance just now is about... I look at least more than 700 meters. A Red Army major said from the sidelines.

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

"This is the main tank of Germany at the moment? It's nothing short of a craft. A lieutenant colonel of the Red Army said as he stroked the heavy front armor of the No. 4 tank.

This steel plate is sprayed with the standard German Army gray livery, and the surface treatment is extremely delicate, and there is not a single burr on the flat surface. Spare manganese-steel track shoes hanging outside the turret shimmered in the sun, and two spare load wheels were placed in the spare parts frames, both edged with thick rubber padding. The Soviets were aware of the conspicuous commander's conning tower at the top of the turret, surrounded by a new type of optical device, if not an observation window.

"Your Excellency Marshal, I heard that you also have a tank with a long-barreled seventy-five-millimeter gun, why haven't you seen it here?" Melkulov asked as if nothing had happened.

"I've heard about you, General Melkulov of the USSR Ministry of Internal Affairs, but I didn't expect you to have a study of tanks as well." After translating through the people around him, Keitel smiled and said to the major general of the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs in front of him.

"I was honored that you did not expect to know me, Your Excellency. You haven't answered my question just now, there has been an agreement between our two countries, you should disclose all your weapons and equipment to us, and there is a deep friendship between Germany and the Soviet Union, and I think there should be no secrets between friends. Melkulov asked the question seemingly respectfully, and threw this sensitive question directly in front of the German marshal.

"The kind of tanks you mentioned do exist, but there are not many of them, and the troops equipped with those tanks are currently stationed in the occupation zone of Western Europe, so they are not present on the scene today. If you need it, we can provide you with 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 fight even if they were angry in their hearts.

The Germans have made it clear enough that the kind of tanks they are looking at are hundreds of kilometers away, and you don't necessarily have to send one back from Belgium or Denmark for you.

"Can we go inside and have a look?" Melkulov asked.

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

"Can you show us that tank number three?"

"No problem, you can visit as many times as you like."

"What about that kind of large-caliber artillery?"

"Go over and see for yourself."

"We've brought a couple of reporters who want to go around the test site and take pictures of the buildings and the surrounding nature, and if there's nothing confidential involved, I hope you can agree to this little request."

"What, of course, there is no problem, but it is best to be accompanied by our personnel, there are several places nearby that are forbidden areas, not that there are any secrets involved, but that there will be stray bullets that will hurt people, so we must pay special attention to safety." The chief of staff of the Command Department turned into Santa Claus at this time, happily satisfying every request of the other party.

The efficiency of the German Army was on full display at this moment, and immediately after Keitel nodded, a staff officer arranged for the "Soviet journalists" an army sergeant as a guide, and also thoughtfully arranged a Krupp six-wheeled off-road truck for them as a means of transportation.

"Andrey. Valeryevich, where did you run just now, now it is waiting for you, German friends agreed to let us enter the tank for a visit. Melkulov, seeing the tank specialist who had just jumped off a tricycle, deliberately shouted a greeting to draw the attention of the Germans back to himself.

"I just went to see the target, Vsevolod. Comrade Director Nikolayevich, it was an eye-opener. Lieutenant Colonel Semyon hurriedly trotted over to the head of the NSA Bureau.

"Then we'll talk about it when we get back, now your task is to get into this guy, and then use your professional eye to appreciate the technical achievements of your German friends." Melkulov patted Lieutenant Colonel Semyon on the back and pushed him to the side of Tank IV.

"There's our small arms testing area over there, and we call it the Colosseum because it's circular in shape, like the Roman Colosseum." The German sergeant drove the car and spoke in fluent Russian.

"You speak Russian very well, Comrade Sergeant, can you tell me where you learned it?" The Interior Department agent, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked.

"Moscow University, Comrade Journalist, I stayed there for two years." The sergeant had a proud smile on his face.

"What major did you study?" The agents were immediately in awe, but they didn't expect that this German sergeant was still a high-level intellectual.

"The Faculty of Languages, Comrade Journalist, studied the history of Russian literature." The sergeant replied.

"Tretyakovsky, Khraskov, Novikov, you know," the sergeant asked, only to find that the whole car was shaking their heads blankly.

"I also like Gogol and Pushkin very much." God forbid, these two have heard of it, and the agents nodded in unison, and finally a smile appeared on their faces again.

"Moscow is a great city, the houses are very imposing, the streets are full of beautiful women, and I would like to visit it if I have the chance." The German sergeant did not recognize life at all, and had some tendency to chatter.

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

"I have a few friends, comrades journalists, such as Ivan, who lives next door to my rented apartment. Markanovic. Simia, and Katya, whom I met in college. Borisovna. Belina. The sergeant enthusiastically introduced him, and the agents were busy jotting down their names in a small notebook.

"So why did you choose to be a soldier? Don't you want to continue your studies? My uncle is now teaching at Moscow University, and if you wish, I can refer you to the school for further study. "A Soviet agent tried to find out that the active duty personnel who plotted against the opposition were also a great credit.

"It's my duty, comrade journalist, every German is obliged to serve the Motherland, and when I got my enlistment notice, everything was as simple as that. Don't look at the way I look now, in fact, life is very fulfilling, by the end of this year I will be promoted to sergeant, at that time I asked my superiors to go to military school, and after graduation I can become a midshipman, I am only twenty-three years old, there is still plenty of time. The sergeant replied with a of index finger.

"What's up ahead?" An agent shouted as he pointed to the grass in the distance.

In late autumn and early winter, the wilderness was covered with chest-high thatch, and in the grass lay a few piles of wreckage of armored vehicles, although the shells had turned charcoal black due to the smoke and fire, and the steel that had burned off the paint layer was now rusty, but the original momentum of these tanks could be vaguely seen from the pitch-black turrets and thick barrels.

In fact, this kind of scene can be seen everywhere in the Soviet weapons test ground, and the army will test the power of weapons with real equipment, but what puzzled the Soviet agents was that the outlines of these tanks in the grass in the distance actually gave them a sense of déjà vu.

"Those are some destroyed target vehicles, and there are unexploded warheads in the grass nearby, so try not to get close, you guys just take a few pictures here, this kind of thing is everywhere in Kumosdorf, nothing special." The sergeant braked the off-road truck and sat in the driver's seat to introduce it.

The agents didn't talk to him, but instead took a "click" with their cameras.

"What's the big house for over there, Comrade Sergeant." An agent asked, pointing to a row of tall warehouses in the distance.

"It's a temporary warehouse for test vehicles, it was originally the barn of a local farm, and there are often some new things in it, but you need permission 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 photos outside as a souvenir. One of the agents pulled out a cigarette case and handed it over.

"It's okay if you just take pictures nearby, there are armed guards at the door of the storeroom, and sometimes there are SS guards, and they don't be polite." The sergeant pulls out a cigarette from the case.

"That's great, Comrade Sergeant, you have done us a great favor, how can we thank you." The agent sitting in the passenger seat quickly pulled out a lighter and lit it for him, while exchanging glances with his companion behind him.

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

"That's great, I'm on vacation tomorrow and haven't had real vodka in a long time." The sergeant took a cigarette in his mouth and restarted the truck engine.

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