Chapter 981: War Reporter

Frank Noel, a senior reporter for the Associated Press, went to the battlefield wearing the rank of captain and recorded the battle of the 1st Marine Division at Changjin Lake. When the main force of the division was surrounded in Liutan-ri and Xiajieyu-ri, he followed the "Drysdale Detachment" and tried to go to the front line, but was captured halfway.

The Volunteer Army has no way to send the reporter to the rear for the time being, so they can only send him and other prisoners to Gutuli. Major McLaughlin and others who were also captured were also escorted to Gutuli.

As a reporter, Frank Noel did not have the frustration of other captured American soldiers, but he was extremely excited. Because after revealing his identity, he was allowed to carry a full set of battlefield photography equipment, and he could get close contact with the volunteers fighting in North Korea, and judging from the current situation, he was still very safe.

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

The person being questioned was Major McLaughlin, the last member of the 'Drysdale Detachment' who chose to surrender. He was the one who was confident that he would be able to escape from the sky, but was forced to hold his head by the tank. It's just a bad mood to be captured after pretending to be aggressive.

Major McLaughlin's personal belongings are still there. Looking at the time, it is seven o'clock just after midnight. In the room he was in was a group of extremely frustrated US military officers, and outside the window were volunteers who were busy but unable to communicate. The only person who talked to him was the annoying reporter beside him.

What do you think of the daytime battle? Really which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

McLaughlin didn't want to speak, his muscles were still trembling from time to time, and the scene of being captured was still vivid in his memory. At that time, he was determined to persist for one night with the strength and firepower in his hands, but the sudden situation on the battlefield broke his dream.

"I can't comment. I don't want to say anything now." McLaughlin shook his head. In fact, he had a lot to say in his heart, but it wasn't for a reporter who couldn't keep it secret. Because no matter what he says, the result will not be too good.

"I know everyone's upset, but we're alive anyway, and this war isn't about us. Let's say, like the tank we saw during the day, the new type of tank. Whoa, I never saw it Can you tell me the model of such a mighty guy?"

Frank wasn't going to let it go, every cell of his excitement was cheering. If it weren't for the volunteer soldiers who couldn't communicate, he would have tried every means to conduct interviews. 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 dejectedly: "That is definitely a super tank aided by the Soviet Union to China. It is more powerful than all the tanks we are currently equipped with. Compared with it, our tank It's all scrap metal."

"Tell me, keep talking." Frank grabbed the notepad and kept writing, while waving the camera on his chest, "Can I take pictures?"

"You don't need to take pictures. I am not in a glorious moment now. If you want to know more, why don't you ask the people in the tank company?" The captured officer who spoke suggested.

Sitting in the other corner of the room was an American officer with the same disheveled face. He was the commander of a tank company who surrendered to the Volunteers. Frank ran over happily and asked, "Hey, tell me about the enemy's tanks. They are the very powerful ones."

Unlike McLaughlin who didn't want to talk, the tank officer was full of grievances, like a bullied little baby who was about to cry. After being questioned, he said bitterly: "The appearance of the enemy's tank was too unexpected, we did not expect it at all.

Its main gun is super powerful, and my men were killed like chickens. When the flying debris and the raging flames appeared, I felt like I was in hell, and the only thing I could do was pray to God.

I admit that I was terrified and dumbfounded at the time. The terrible scene kept replaying in front of my eyes. I feel that I will never forget it in my life. I don't even remember how I was captured,

I'll be here when I wake up.

Looking back now, the enemy's tank should be the latest heavy tank provided by the Soviets. It not only has powerful firepower, but also has particularly thick armor. I swear that the subordinates I commanded hit it with at least five armor-piercing bullets, but they failed to cause the opponent the slightest damage.

Moreover, the other party runs very fast and is very flexible. I feel that when we found it, it had already found us. So our failure is almost inevitable, we simply cannot resist. "

The tank officer's words were extremely emotional, which annoyed Major McLaughlin on the other end. The officer who didn't want to speak yelled loudly: "That's enough, you are just expressing that you are a coward. If you evaluate the enemy like this, how should you deal with those subordinates who died on the battlefield?"

"Oh..., hell! I'm a wimp? Then what right do you have to criticize me? I've tried my best to fight, and at least I saved some of my remaining subordinates from being bombarded to death.

I'm not like someone who, for that ridiculous honor, asked people if he wanted to surrender when facing a tank, only to be bombarded by someone before realizing that it was he who should surrender. But which guy's subordinates could have survived, and I feel really sad for those who died in vain. "

The tank officer furiously revealed the consequences of McLaughlin's failure to pretend, and also sprinkled a handful of salt on the opponent's wound. The two officers quickly went from sparring to punching each other, until the troubled Frank shouted: "Enough, stop. Look out the window, it's the enemy's new tank!"

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

"My God, an English-speaking enemy is directing our people to work. I finally found someone who can communicate." Frank slammed the window in excitement, and then went to slam the door.

The volunteer soldiers guarding the prisoners of war couldn't figure out what happened in the room, so they could only open the door to check. And Frank behind the door grabbed his camera and tried to express himself. After getting no permission, he could only shout to the tall man in the distance.

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

After shouting for a long time, the tall man on the opposite side finally responded and allowed Frank to approach. The other prisoners of war in the room immediately crowded to the door and windows of the room, wanting to see what news the reporter could get?

Frank walked up to the IS-7 with a grin and a smile. He first expressed his great interest in tanks, and then repeated 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."

"Based on your record today, you will definitely become a general." Frank flattered him.

The 'tank platoon leader' laughed out loud at being flattered, and Frank immediately grabbed the camera and took several photos of him - a tall and handsome enemy hero, paired with a mighty and domineering invincible tank, a perfect match for high spirits!

"You said you were a reporter from the Associated Press?" asked the 'tank platoon leader'.

"Yes." Frank replied.

"Do you want to report from the field?"

"Now? Can I?"

Frank's eyes widened in surprise. He thought it would take at least a few months for his reports and photos to be released.

"Others would definitely not agree to you, but I'm different." The 'tank platoon leader' seemed easy to talk, and he continued with a fox-like smile: "But I have conditions, first you have to agree to work for us. "

"No problem, no problem, of course I am willing to help you." Frank agreed hastily, he doesn't care what work he wants to do? All he knew was that he was going to get the unrivaled scoop.

Wow... God bless Frank Noel.