Chapter 348 United States Reporters Arrive in Yarsk (Silver Plus 910)

Chapter 348: United States journalists arrive in Yarsk (Silver update 9/10)

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

He saw that the soldiers in the tank car were still resting, and the chaplain of the company was writing a letter by the light of a small flashlight.

Mike: "Do priests also write letters home?"

"Of course, priests from the Chongsheng sect will do it, and priests from the secular sect will do it even more." The priest accompanying the army smiled slightly.

Mike looked up at the vent of the stuffy truck and said, "It's already dawn outside, wouldn't it be nice to open the door? It happens to be so stuffy in here, and it still smells like men's sweat."

The priest glanced at the vent and nodded: "You are right, Mr. Mike, I was too focused on writing the letter and didn't notice it."

Mike: "Are you writing about something important?"

"I'm arranging the funeral arrangements." The priest said calmly, "The ones who sacrifice the most on the front line are the priests who accompany the army. They are even more likely to die than the back seat machine gunners of the Il-2, so I must make arrangements for the funeral."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the flashlight temporarily illuminated the stuffy tank car.

"Robert!" Mike raised his voice, "Isn't it bad to take pictures at this time?"

The photojournalist said to the priest: "Leave me an address and I will give this photo to your family."

"Thank you." The priest looked pleased.

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

The priest who accompanied the army rushed over to help. With the joint efforts of the two, the door slid open, revealing the fields in the morning light.

Perhaps because it is so close to Jarvik, many houses and telephone poles can be seen in the fields, which is not an ordinary grassland scene.

The priest accompanying the army said: "Further east here, there is endless grassland, not even wheat fields. Shepherds with sheepdogs will follow the sheep on the grassland."

Reporter Mike: "You mean they are still nomadic?"

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

The priest paused and continued: "The grassland will make the Proscenians look good, it is no less impressive than General Mu!"

Reporter Mike: "But the high command still decided to block the Prossen people on the west side of the grassland, and even sent Rokossov there."

"Because we cannot let the Proscens enter the grassland too early." The priest replied, "In addition, the generals in the headquarters may have other ideas. Anyway, if we can delay a little longer, our preparations will be more complete. Every time we delay another By the end of the month, more soldiers will be added to the army.”

He stopped, looked at reporter Mike, and added: "Every additional month of delay, more supplies will be shipped from the United States. For this, I am actually very grateful to our friends from 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 Jarvik.

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 dispatch yard. You can see the branch line leading to the locomotive repair shop.

The switchman holding the green light stood on the roadside and waved to the train.

Finally, the platform appeared, and the civilian officer who came to pick him up held a writing board and looked at the list of train cargo sandwiched on it. Behind him, workers helping to unload the goods were lined up.

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

"Hey, Robert, come and look!" He took a picture of his partner who was taking pictures of the people on the platform. "Look here! Stop taking pictures of the workers on the platform! Look at that!"

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

"Oh shit, shoot it quickly!"

It was a square tank that looked like it might be over sixty tons, with Prossen's Iron Cross logo on the turret and body.

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

The porters were working with the Ant soldiers to move the tank's tracks and road wheels onto another flatbed truck.

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

My partner, Robert, no longer cared about answering, and kept taking pictures.

Reporter Mike didn't wait for the train he was riding to stop before he jumped onto the platform and rushed towards the train carrying the tank.

The photographer was a step behind him, but struggled to catch up.

Five minutes later, Mike finally came to the Prosen tank and found that it looked more majestic from a close distance.

"Oh my God!" He grabbed an officer. "Did General Rokossov capture this? Absolutely?"

The officer smiled and said: "Of course, when General Rokossov came, he had already heard about Proson's use of new tanks to beat us up, and he was determined to capture it. And now it is here."

Another officer said: "I heard there are three more, but those three have been destroyed, and the engineering force is working hard to recover the wreckage."

The first officer picked up the conversation again: "Fortunately, our group army has many recovery and maintenance troops. The other group armies will probably be thrown there if they are destroyed."

Mike keenly captured the key words and asked quickly: "Are you an officer of the First Mobile Group Army?"

"Yes, I am the commander of the fifth support company of the logistics brigade directly under the headquarters of the First Mobile Group Army." The officer said to his companion, "He is the company commander of the automobile brigade of the group army. We all worked in local factories, the general said If you need professional and technical personnel, join the army!”

Mike: "This is the result of the First Mobile Army, right?"

"It's the result of the advance team's victory. The general led a battalion of destroyers and a group of jeeps to capture this!" said the commander of the support company.

The company commander of the automobile company took over the conversation: "I heard that when they fought against only one tank, Prossen's tank crew still wanted to resist. The general held a red flag and rode a white horse to persuade him to surrender. As soon as they heard that It was General Rokossov who surrendered like a fool!"

Mike: "Is this someone who surrendered? Wasn't he captured by blowing up the people inside with a grenade?"

"No, if you don't believe it, go in and take a look. There's not even blood in the tank. It's very clean, like new!"

Mike: "Then where can I interview the surrendered Plossen tank crew?"

The commanders of the automobile company and the commander of the support company looked at each other and expressed embarrassment: "These Proen tank crews are now under the strict supervision of the inquisitor. If you want to see them, you must obtain the consent of the army bishop."

Mike quickly asked: "Where is the bishop?"

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

When reporter Mike turned around, he saw the bald head of Army Group Commander Popov.

There are two bald heads in Rokosov’s headquarters, one is Pavlov and the other is Popov. It happened that both bald Mikes knew each other.

"Thank you very much." Mike said goodbye to the two company commanders and turned back to look for his partner, only to find that his partner had climbed onto the flatbed truck and was taking pictures non-stop of the behemoth.

So he shook his head and ran to Popov alone.

As soon as Mike ran up to Popov, the army commander recognized him and said, "Isn't this a reporter from the United States? When Pavlov called me, he said that he would arrange for you to be transported here. Is the train going well?"

Mike nodded repeatedly, and then said: "I want to interview the surrendered Prossen tank driver, who drove this tank!"

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

Mike turned around and looked, and sure enough he saw an ordinary passenger car. In this situation, even the wounded had to ride in a tanker car, and the standard of the passenger car for the prisoners was indeed very high.

Mike: "I'm going up?"

"Come on, the guarding judge recognizes you, and you are considered a celebrity here. Wait a minute, do you know Prosen?"

Mike smiled: "Have you forgotten that Prossian and Anglo belong to the same language family? I have learned Prossian, and simple conversations are no problem."

"That's it, then I wish you good luck." 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 to the car, Mike found that it was a car of Prosen prisoners, and there were several people wrapped in bandages and hanging bottles.

Mike asked in Plosin: "Who is the commander of the tank with tactical number 217?"

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

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

Lieutenant Proson: "Not entirely. Those wearing light-colored military uniforms are infantry. I can only command these people wearing dark-colored armored uniforms."

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

"Yes, I'm a lieutenant."

Mike: "Can you tell me about the process of your surrender? The Ant people on the station are all dressed in amazing clothes..."

Mike noticed that the lieutenant glanced at the noncommissioned officer 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 kill us easily! I just chose an approach that would allow us to get home smoothly!”

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

Lieutenant Proson: "Yes. He was riding a white horse, holding a red flag, and came towards our machine guns and muzzles."

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

"yes."

"Didn't you fire?"

"Our scopes can't catch him."

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

At this time, an infantryman in light uniform said: "He was approaching the tank while circling. 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."

"rumor?"

"Veterans who have fought against his troops all say so, saying that he can cut through tanks with a knife!" the infantryman said.

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

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

Mike raised his eyebrows, looking like he had found a treasure.