Frank. Noel, a veteran reporter for the Associated Press, went to the battlefield with the rank of captain and recorded the battle of the 1st Marine Division at Changjin Lake. When the main force www.biquge.info of the division was surrounded in Liutanli and Xiajieyuli, he followed the 'Drysdale detachment' and tried to get to the front line, but was captured halfway.

For the time being, the volunteers could not send the reporter to the rear, so they could only send him to Gutuli along with other prisoners. Also escorted to the ancient earth were Major McLaughlin and others, who were also captured.

As a journalist, Frank. Noel did not have the frustration of other captured American soldiers, but he was extremely excited. Because after identifying himself, he was allowed to carry a full set of battlefield photographic equipment, so he could get close to the volunteers fighting in North Korea, and judging from the current situation, it is very safe.

"Major, what do you think of today's daytime battle?" After being captured, Frank couldn't run around. He was confined to a house set up for American officer prisoners, guarded by volunteer soldiers.

The subject of the questioning was Major McLaughlin, who was the last of the 'Drysdale detachment' to choose to surrender, the one who was confident that he could escape, and was forced by the tank with his head on his head. It's just that he was captured after pretending to be forced, which makes people feel bad.

Major McLaughlin's personal belongings were still there, and looking at the time, it was seven o'clock in the night. In his room was a group of frustrated U.S. officers, outside the window were busy volunteers who couldn't communicate, and the only person who spoke to him was the annoying reporter next to him.

What do you think about the daytime battles? It's really a pot that can't be opened!

McLaughlin didn't want to speak, his muscles still trembling from time to time, and he still remembered the scene when he was captured. He was determined to hold out all night with the strength and firepower at his disposal, but the sudden situation on the battlefield shattered his dreams.

"I can't comment, I don't want to say anything right now." McLaughlin shook his head, he actually had a lot to say in his heart, but not to a reporter who couldn't keep it secret. Because no matter what he says, it won't turn out too well.

"I know we're all frustrated, but we're alive anyway, and this war has nothing to do with us. Let's talk about it, for example, the tank we saw during the day, that new tank. Wow...... I've never seen such a mighty big guy, can you tell me the model? ”

Frank wasn't going to rest on his laurels, and every cell of his excitement was cheering. If it weren't for the fact that the volunteer soldiers couldn't communicate, he would have tried his best to conduct interviews, and now although he can only interview captured colleagues, he is still very enthusiastic.

Major McLaughlin didn't want to say it, but another captured officer in the room said discouragedly: "That's definitely a super tank that the Soviet Union has aided to Huaxia, and it's more powerful than all the tanks we are currently equipping." Compared to it, our tanks are scrap metal. ”

"Let's talk about it, let's go ahead and talk about it." Frank grabbed his notepad and kept writing, while waving the camera on his chest, "Can I take pictures?" ”

"It's okay to take pictures, it's not a glorious moment for me to look like this. If you want to know more, why don't you ask the people in the tank company? The captured officer who spoke suggested.

In the other corner of the room sat an equally gray-faced American officer, the commander of a tank company who had surrendered to the Volunteers. Frank happily ran over and asked, "Hey, tell me about the enemy's tanks." It's the kind that's really powerful. ”

Unlike McLaughlin, who didn't want to speak, the tank officer was full of grievances, like a bullied little baby, and he almost cried. When questioned, he said bitterly: "The appearance of the enemy's tanks was so unexpected that we didn't expect it at all.

Its main cannon was so powerful that my men were killed like chickens. When the debris flew up and the raging flames appeared, I felt like I was in hell and the only thing I could do was pray to God.

I'll admit I was stupefied, and the horrible scene kept replaying before my eyes, and I felt like I would never forget it for the rest of my life. I don't remember how I got captured, and I'll be here when I come to my senses.

In retrospect, the enemy's tank was supposed to be the latest heavy tank offered by the Soviets, not only with great firepower, but also with particularly heavy armor. I swear that my men at the time had hit it with at least five armor-piercing rounds, but they didn't do the slightest damage.

And the other side is very fast and agile, and I feel that when we found it, it had already spotted us. So our defeat is almost inevitable, and we simply cannot resist. ”

The tank officer's words were extremely emotional, much to the annoyance of Major McLaughlin on the other end. The officer, who didn't want to speak, shouted, "That's enough, you're just saying you're a wreck." Evaluate the enemy in this way, and how should you face those subordinates who died on the battlefield? ”

"Oh...... hell! Am I a wreck? So who are you to criticize me? I've fought as hard as I can, and I've at least saved some of my remaining men from being shot alive.

I'm not like someone who, for that ridiculous honor, asks people 'do you want to surrender' when faced with a tank, only to be shot at someone and realize that it is he who should surrender. But a few more of his men could have survived, and I feel sad for those who died in vain. ”

The tank officer angrily uncovered the consequences of McLaughlin's failed pretense, and poured a handful of salt on the wound. The two officers quickly went from squabbling to fist-fighting, until Frank, who had caused the incident, shouted, "Enough, stop." Look out the window, it's the enemy's new tank! ”

IS-7 was passing by the house where the captives were staying, which immediately attracted the attention of the captives in the house. Frank saw a tall man in a U.S. military uniform jump from a tank and talk to other U.S. soldiers serving in the Volunteer Army.

"Oh my God, an English-speaking enemy who is directing our men to work. I finally found someone I could talk to. Frank angrily slammed the window, then went back to slam the door.

The volunteer soldiers guarding the prisoners of war could not figure out what was going on in the room, so they could only open the door to check. Behind the door, Frank clutches his camera and tries to express himself, but when he gets no permission, he can only shout at the tall man in the distance.

"Hey, General, can I take a picture of you and your tank?"

After shouting for a long time, the tall man on the opposite side finally reacted and allowed Frank to approach. The other POWs in the room immediately crowded to the door and window of the room to see what the reporter could get his hands on.

Frank grinned almost as he walked up to the IS-7, first expressing great interest in the tank and then repeating his request to the young enemy tank officer. But the other party said: "I'm not a general, I'm just a tank platoon leader." ”

"With your record today, you will definitely become a general." Frank slapped him on the back.

The 'tank platoon commander' laughed when he was slapped by the sycophants, and Frank immediately grabbed the camera and took several photos of the other party - a tall and handsome enemy hero, with a powerful and domineering invincible tank, a perfect match for high spirits!

"You say you're an AP reporter?" The 'tank platoon commander' asked.

"Yes." Frank replied.

"Do you want to send a war report?"

"Now? May I? ”

Frank's eyes widened in surprise, and he thought it would be at least a few months before his reports and photos could be published.

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't have agreed to you, but I'm different." The 'tank platoon commander' seemed to be very talkative, and he continued with a foxy smile: "But I have conditions, first you have to agree to work for us. ”

"No problem, no problem, of course I'm willing to serve you." Frank hurriedly agreed, so he didn't care what work he was going to do? All he knew was that he was going to get an unbeatable scoop.

Wow ......, God favors Frank. Noel.