Arc of Gunfire

Chapter 348: United States Journalists Arrive at Yarsk

Chapter 348 United States reporters arrive in Yarsk (Silver plus 9/10)

In the early morning of July 13, reporter Mike felt the train brake and climbed up from the haystack.

He saw the soldiers in the sealed car still resting, and even the military priest was writing letters with the light of a small flashlight.

Mike: "Do priests also write letters home?"

"Of course, priests of the Saintly School can, and secular priests can do it even better." The military priest smiled slightly.

Mike looked up at the vent of the sealed car and said, "It's already daylight outside, why don't we just open the door? It's so hot and stuffy in here, and it smells like men's sweat."

The priest looked at the vent and nodded, "You're right, Mr. Mike, I was so focused on writing that I didn't notice it."

Mike: "Are you writing something important?"

"Arranging funeral affairs." The priest said calmly, "The most sacrificed on the front line are the military priests, even higher than the rear machine gunners of the Il-2, so I must arrange funeral affairs."

As soon as the voice fell, the light of the flash temporarily illuminated the sealed car.

"Robert!" Mike raised his voice, "Is it not good to take pictures at this time?"

The photographer said to the priest, "Leave me an address, I will give this photo to your family."

"Thank you." The priest looked very happy.

Seeing that the owner didn't mind, Mike gave up. He stood up, walked to the door, and tried to open it.

The military priest hurried over to help, and with the joint efforts of the two, the door slid open, revealing the fields in the morning light.

Maybe because we are very close to Yarvik, we can see many houses and electric poles in the fields, which is not an ordinary grassland scene.

The priest accompanying the army said: "Further east from here, the grassland is endless, there is not even a wheat field, and shepherds with sheepdogs will wander on the grassland with their sheep."

Reporter Mike: "Do you mean they are still nomadic now?"

"It is not easy to eat up all the pastures in one place. The church has organized mobile medical teams and maintenance teams to provide services to these shepherds. In addition, they will drive the sheep to a fixed shearing point every year during the wool shearing season."

The priest paused and continued: "The grassland will make the Prosen people look good, it is not inferior to General Mud!"

Reporter Mike: "But the headquarters still It was decided to stop the Prosons on the west side of the steppe, and even sent Rokosov there. "Because we can't let the Prosons enter the steppe too early." The priest replied, "Besides, the generals in the headquarters may have other ideas. Anyway, if we can delay a little longer, our preparations will be more complete. Every month we delay, more soldiers will be added to the troops." He stopped, looked at reporter Mike, and added: "Every month we delay, more supplies will be shipped from the United States. For this, I am actually very grateful to my friends in the United States." Reporter Mike scratched his head, he was a little embarrassed. At this time, more buildings appeared outside, and it was obvious that the train had entered the real suburbs of Yarvik. Factories and chimneys began to appear, and Mike even saw anti-aircraft guns covered with camouflage nets. The train slid into the station area and entered the dispatching yard, where the branch line leading to the locomotive repair shop could be seen. The switchman holding a green light stood on the side of the road and waved to the train. Finally, the platform appeared, and the civilian officer who came to pick up the station held a writing board and looked at the list of train cargo clipped on it. Behind him, workers who were helping to unload the goods lined up in a row.

Suddenly, Mike's eyes were attracted to the opposite platform.

"Hey, Robert, come and see!" He took a photo of his partner who was filming the people on the platform, "Look here! Don't film the workers on the platform! Look at that!"

Robert turned around and saw "that" at first sight, and his eyes widened: "Oh!"

"Oh shit, take a photo!"

It was a square tank, which looked like it might be more than 60 tons, with the iron cross logo of Proson on the turret and the body.

The tank was parked on a flatbed truck for transporting armored vehicles. The tracks had been removed, and two of the road wheels were broken. The remaining road wheels even exceeded the range of the flatbed truck and were suspended outside - this tank was so wide!

The porter was moving the tank's tracks and road wheels onto another flatbed truck with the Ante fighters.

Mike: "This is definitely the enemy's new tank! Proson's new tank! Rokosov captured it!"

Robert, his partner, was no longer able to answer and kept taking photos.

Without waiting for the train he was on to stop, reporter Mike jumped onto the platform and rushed towards the train carrying the tank.

The photographer was a step behind him, but he also tried his best to catch up.

Five minutes later, Mike finally arrived in front of the Proson tank and found that it looked more intimidating from a close distance.

"Oh my God!" He grabbed an officer, "Is this captured by General Rokossov? Definitely?"

The officer laughed and said, "Of course, when General Rokossov came, he had heard that Proson had used new tanks to beat us, so he was determined to capture it. And now it's here."

Another officer said, "I heard that there are three more, but all three were destroyed, and the engineering troops are working hard to recover the wreckage."

The officer at the beginning took back the conversation: "Fortunately, our army has many recovery and maintenance troops. Other armies probably would have thrown them there if they were destroyed."

Mike keenly caught the key words and asked hurriedly, "Are you an officer of the First Mobile Army?"

"Yes, I am the commander of the 5th support company of the logistics brigade directly under the headquarters of the First Mobile Army." The officer nodded to his companion, "He is the commander of the motor vehicle brigade of the army. We all worked in local factories. The general said that professional technicians were needed, so I joined the army!" Mike: "This is the result of the First Mobile Army, right?" "It is the result of the advance team. The general led a battalion of tank destroyers and a group of jeeps to seize this!" said the commander of the support company. The commander of the motor company took over the conversation: "I heard that when only this one tank was left, the tankmen of Prosen still wanted to resist stubbornly. The general held a red flag and rode a white horse to persuade them to surrender. When they heard that General Rokossov had come, they surrendered!"

Mike: "Is this a surrender? Wasn't it captured by killing the people inside with a grenade?"

"No, if you don't believe it, go in and see. There is not even blood in the tank. It is very clean, just like a new one!"

Mike: "Then where can I interview the surrendered Prosen tankmen?"

The commander of the motor company and the commander of the support company looked at each other and looked embarrassed: "These Prosen tankmen are now under the close supervision of the judge. You need the consent of the bishop of the group army to see them."

Mike asked hurriedly: "Where is the bishop?"

The commander of the support company raised one hand and pointed.

When reporter Mike turned around, he saw the bald head of Popov, the bishop of the group army.

There are two bald heads in Rokossov's headquarters, one Pavlov and the other Popov. Mike happened to know both bald heads.

"Thank you very much." Mike said goodbye to the two company commanders and turned back to find his partner, but found that his partner had climbed onto the flatbed and was taking pictures of the behemoth.

So he shook his head and ran to Popov alone.

As soon as Mike ran to Popov, the army bishop recognized him and said, "Isn't this a reporter from the United States? When Pavlov called me, he said that you were arranged on the train to this side. Is the journey smooth?"

Mike nodded repeatedly, and then said, "I want to interview the surrendered Prosen tanker, who drove this tank!"

Popov pointed to the barely accessible carriage: "Okay, they are on this train. In order to transport them, I also asked the local railway department to dispatch a separate passenger carriage."

Mike turned his head and saw an ordinary passenger carriage. In this situation, even the wounded have to sit in a sealed car. The specifications of the passenger carriage for prisoners are indeed very high.

Mike: "I'm going up?"

"Go ahead, the inquisitor on guard recognizes you, you're a celebrity here. Wait a minute, do you speak Prosom?"

Mike smiled: "Did you forget that Prosom and Anglo belong to the same language family? I've learned Prosom, and I can have simple conversations."

"Is that so? Good luck to you." Popov nodded.

Mike then turned and ran towards the train.

The inquisitor guarding the door nodded to him and let him go - but reporter Mike had no impression of this inquisitor.

When he got on the train, Mike found that it was a car full of Prosom prisoners, and several of them were wrapped in bandages and hung with IV bottles.

Mike asked in Proson language: "Excuse me, who is the commander of the tank with tactical number 217?"

A thin Lieutenant Proson raised his hand: "Me."

Mike looked at him: "Are all these your team members?"

Lieutenant Proson: "Not all, those wearing light-colored uniforms are infantry. I can only command those wearing dark armored uniforms."

Mike: "You are a lieutenant, right? The rank of armored troops seems to be different from that of ordinary Proson troops. I'm not sure..."

"Yes, I am a lieutenant."

Mike: "Can you tell me about the process of your surrender? The Ants at the station are all dressed in magical clothes..."

Mike noticed that the lieutenant glanced at the sergeant next to him.

"Is it related to this sergeant?"

The sergeant looked at Mike: "I was the first to surrender. At that time, we were pointed at by the barrels of seven or eight new assault guns. We couldn't penetrate the front of the assault guns, but the assault guns could easily kill us! I just chose a way that would allow us to go home smoothly!"

Mike was shocked: "Didn't Rokossov personally persuade you to surrender?"

Lieutenant Proson: "Yes. He rode a white horse, holding a red flag, and walked towards our machine guns and guns."

Mike's eyes widened: "Walking towards you?"

"Yes . "

"Didn't you fire your guns?"

"Our scopes couldn't catch up with him."

"Couldn't catch up with him?" Reporter Mike repeated Plossen's words in surprise, "What do you mean? Do you mean he rushed to you like a flash of lightning?"

At this time, an infantryman in a light-colored uniform said, "He circled and approached the tank. I saw it with my own eyes. I thought he was going to chop the tank with the red flag in his hand! Just like the rumors."

"Rumors?"

"The veterans who fought against his troops all said so, saying that he could chop tanks with a knife!" said the infantryman.

At this time, the lieutenant said, "He didn't chop our tanks with a knife. He used a new assault gun and defeated us."

As soon as the voice fell, someone else in the infantry said, "There is also a new submachine gun with a very long range and no sound! It can kill dozens or hundreds of us silently!"

Mike raised his eyebrows, with an expression of picking up a treasure.

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