Steel Soviet Union

The bleak winter wind blew up white hair on the snow-covered ground. Despite Iushkin's dissuasion, Malashenko, who chose to get out of the car himself to investigate the enemy's situation, was lying motionless in the snow nest. In front of the small village only a few hundred meters away, there were a large number of patrolling German soldiers who were heavily guarded.

"Do you think the Krauts know we're coming?"

Putting down the telescope covered with white camouflage cloth in his hand, he quietly spoke to another figure lying next to him. Lavrinenko, who was also carefully observing the situation in the village, spoke carefully after hearing the words.

"If the Germans really knew we were coming, do you think we could still stay here safely? Or are you saying that you haven't experienced the taste of those German mortars?"

Even if you look at the entire Red Army, it is estimated that only Malashenko and Lavrinian can do such a thing with a luxurious lineup of regimental commander and deputy commander, reaching a place only a few hundred meters away from the German army to detect the enemy's situation. This pair of live treasures can do it well.

"But these Germans do seem to have discovered us. Look at the location of the village entrance. Even the anti-tank gun positions have been set up. They are clearly preparing to pick us up."

Two PAK38 50mm anti-tank guns painted in white winter camouflage were deployed at the entrance of the village. The PAK40 75mm anti-tank guns that had just entered the testing stage did not have much production to waste, so Elite divisions like the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment did not receive any extra troops.

He did not deny what Malashenko said. After careful consideration, Lavrinenko felt that it made sense and then spoke.

"Then what do you want to do? Fight in directly? Or let these Germans live a little longer?"

Facing Lavrinenko's three consecutive questions and not giving a direct answer, I vaguely felt that it was too abnormal for such a small village to have so many German soldiers standing guard, even though they knew that their own counterattack was about to launch. There is always something unjustifiable about the situation.

"Just wait, just wait a while. I always feel that something is not right about this. Don't you think it's abnormal for such a small village to have so many Germans standing guard?"

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Lavrinenko did not comment on Malashenko's rhetorical question, and Lavrinenko, who was silent, could not explain what this special inner intuition meant. However, Lavrinenko, who vaguely felt that something was abnormal, finally decided to Continue to lie down and watch for a while with Malashenko.

At the same time that Malashenko and Lavrinenko were peeping into the village, a German major in a large wooden house that was originally a classroom was arguing with a middle-aged man wearing glasses in front of him.

"Dr. August, the order I received is that we can only go forward to this village and not go any further. I don't know what confidential mission you came from Berlin with, but the only thing I know is I cannot disobey the orders given to me by Colonel Horning!"

Dr. August was obviously very angry at the angry words of the little Wehrmacht Major in front of him. Dr. August, who also had a bad temper, almost broke out into a physical conflict with Major Mueller.

"I don't care about your damn orders, Major Mueller! I came here with Dr. Porsche's commission to obtain first-hand information on the latest Russian heavy tanks. I'm not here to accompany you through the Russian winter!"

"Oh, God, what did I say? It's all secret! You'd better find a place where I can see the Russians' latest heavy tanks, or I'm going to tell Colonel Horning, no, I I want to sue General Guderian and Marshal Bock for your abuse of power! You are restricting my personal freedom!"

His mouth kept spitting out his inner complaints and grievances like a machine gun. Dr. August, who had always been unable to control his words, did the same this time. But after hearing this, Mu suddenly Major Le seemed to have lost his mind.

"The latest heavy tanks of the Russians? Haven't some of those KV1s been sent back to China for your research? Why did you go all the way to see the Russian tanks first?"

"Oh, God, not only are you abusing your authority, Major Mueller, but you are also ignorant!"

Dr. August, who studied in the United States in his early years, always speaks American-style German. He specializes in mechanical engineering and is one of the most effective core cadres under Dr. Porsche. His visit to the Moscow front this time was also inspired by Dr. Porsche came with a special commission and a mission.

"Okay, now that I've spilled the beans, it doesn't hurt to tell you something more. There are only two of us here anyway."

After regaining his normal expression, Dr. August politely pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. With a mustache that resembled Hitler's, Dr. August soon presented a little-known top-secret project to Mu Major Le told the whole story.

"Major Muller, the first thing you need to know is that the VK4501 project is now nearing completion, and the trial production of the prototype has begun. Originally, we were able to ensure that we would submit the prototype to the military for testing next year, but due to some factors that may not even allow you to Things that I didn’t even know are different now.”

"Some time ago, we suddenly received news that a new type of heavy tank appeared on the Russian front. Although the number was small, the reports from eyewitnesses were almost only a few words."

"At the beginning, we didn't believe these things and had doubts about their authenticity, but when a photo was sent back to Berlin, everything was completely overturned."

Before he could finish his sentence, Dr. August immediately took out a relatively clear black and white photo from the bag he carried with him. Major Mueller glanced at Dr. August with suspicion, and then Put the photo in the palm of your hand and present it in front of your eyes.

"This looks nothing, wait a minute, the shape of the turret is different. Is this the new Russian heavy tank you are talking about?"

Reacting to Major Muller's slightly surprised words, Dr. August, who was a bit shy, told the truth after organizing his words.

"The photo was taken in, well, Russian place names are hard to remember. It should be a place called Istria. It was taken by a reporter who happened to arrive at the front line to take propaganda photos. He was very lucky, wasn't he? He was beaten to death and captured by the Russians, and finally this very crucial photo was sent back.”

Dr. August, who straightened up from the chair in front of the blackboard and put on a serious face, stared at Major Mueller's face, immediately spoke again.