Chapter 1246 The Germans Will See It

Malachenko patiently answered all Martin's questions "truthfully", including his experience in the battle, the Germans' usual tactics and deployment of large-scale armored forces, and how to effectively counter them. He basically said everything he could think of and should say.

Of course, this also includes the statement that "the tanks made in the Soviet Union are a little worse than those made in the UK in terms of balanced performance. They are just more outstanding in terms of specialty performance at the expense of other attributes. We cannot generalize."

It sounds very professional and flawless. A lot of special military terms made Martin and Charlie stunned. They didn't know how to respond to Malachenko's words several times, and naturally they had no way to refute Malachenko's words.

It's more realistic to expect these two people to show off their knowledge of tanks in front of Malachenko than to talk to Veneto about why destroyers have to carry 381 cannons.

The interview, which lasted for more than an hour, soon came to an end. Before leaving, Martin, who had gained a lot, made a small request to Malashenko.

"General, I have heard of you and your troops for a long time. I heard that your troops are the most elite heavy tank troops of your Soviet Red Army. They have an extremely brilliant record in the past and have created many impossible things, making those arrogant Germans doubt themselves.

"A capable and good army not only needs excellent soldiers, but also powerful weapons and equipment support. I have taken photos of the soldiers' full spirit and high morale. The three of us have taken a group photo just now. Now I would like to make a small request. Can we take two photos of tanks? "

"Those heavy tanks look really powerful. It is perfect to use them to illustrate the special report. I want more people to understand the strength of the Soviet Red Army tank troops. This will increase the determination and morale of people all over the world to resist the atrocities of fascism, so as to fight the powerful enemy to the end. ”

With just a few words, he elevated the trivial matter of "I want to take pictures of tanks" to a noble level that would help the entire human race in the anti-fascist war. It must be said that Martin is quite capable. Malashenko admires the old man's serious and nonsensical look.

So if I don't let you take pictures, I will destroy the unity of the world's anti-fascist war?

Damn, this damn British John Bull is quite good at flattery.

However, Malashenko, with a barely noticeable evil smile on his face, had other plans. If you want to take pictures, you can take them, but I have to make some articles about the specific introduction, which is just right for those of you who are used to talking nonsense everywhere. The British guy helped me promote it.

About half an hour later, Malashenko, who had done some secret operations, finally sent someone to inform Martin that he could bring people to take pictures. Everything was ready.

In the open space outside the village where the division headquarters was stationed, a row of brand-new heavy tanks with anti-aircraft camouflage cloth removed were neatly parked. These steel behemoths painted with snow-white winter camouflage were indeed as scary as Martin remembered when he first saw them not long ago, but the appearance seemed a little bit different from the iron guys he had just seen?

"This is the most powerful heavy tank in our motherland now. It is named after our great leader comrade. It is called the "Stalin 2" heavy tank."

"The large-caliber main gun can ensure that the German's broken iron box will be blown away with one shot at a distance of one kilometer. Its armor can withstand the attack of the German's latest Tiger heavy tank at a regular distance, and of course the Black Panther can also. If it is to fight No. 3 and No. 4, it is a bit bullying, because it is like a strongman beating a child without any suspense. "

"Except for its slow speed, it has no other shortcomings. We are sure that this powerful heavy tank can crush any of the Germans' junk. In the future, we will drive it to Berlin and kick Hitler's ass. Look at it, so powerful, this is our latest secret weapon against the Germans."

Patting the tilted front armor of the IS2 heavy tank in front of him, Malashenko, with a smile on his face, spoke so naturally and casually that no one could associate such an expression with lying.

"You have to thank me, Martin, this is an exclusive big news that will make you count money until your hands are weak."

Martin, who had never seen such a huge tank, was a little obsessed with it, and finally came back to his senses when Malashenko came to his side and slowly spoke.

"Are you sure we can take pictures of this? It doesn't involve military secrets?"

Malashenko smiled again after hearing this, and the smile on his face was even brighter than the sunflower.

"Of course, this is something I specially prepared. We'll stop here and let you take as many pictures as you want. It's better to have more pictures in the newspaper. "

Mumble--

Let's not talk about Martin for now. Charlie, who also heard what Malashenko said, couldn't help swallowing his saliva and smelling the rotten smell of a lot of money in his hand.

With such a good opportunity in front of him, only bastards and idiots would choose to refuse! I'll take this camera to pieces today!

The Red Army soldiers who maintained order set up a cordon and carried live ammunition. You can take pictures, but you are not allowed to enter within 30 meters. In other words, you can only take pictures of distant scenes. You can't take pictures too close. However, it is precisely this action that made Charlie more determined.

"Oh oh oh! I guarantee we'll make a lot of fucking money out of this! The Russians' latest secret tank was revealed for the first time, with an exclusive report by Times reporter Charlie Sanderson. Listen, don't you think Don’t you want to read a newspaper? Don’t suppress your desire and buy it now! It’s all about money!”

On the other side of the open space, which is not too far away, Malashenko, who finally got rid of the harassment of British reporters and could relax for a while, was squatting with his right-hand man, Kulbalov, the commander of the 1st Heavy Tank Regiment. Smoking and watching the British reporter dancing excitedly and looking like a monkey, he was just watching a show.

"Is it okay to just let them take pictures like this? I'm worried, I'm worried."

"I know what you're worried about, Kurbalov."

Malashenko blew out a puff of smoke, holding the cigarette in his mouth like a god among the clouds and mist, but his tone of voice was unusually calm and steady.

"It's really not easy for your group to get together so many IS2s that have almost been replaced. Fortunately, Karamov still has a few vehicles with breakdowns that need to be repaired and can drive over to make up the number."

"I guarantee that the Germans will definitely buy a British newspaper with explosive headlines like this and read it. There is nothing wrong with letting these scumbags read outdated things. If we can deceive them, it will be our victory, but we can't. There is no loss, but at least it will affect their correct judgment.”