The patient Malashenko answered all of Martin's subsequent questions "truthfully", including his experience in the battle, the Germans' usual tactics and deployment of armored forces on a large scale, and how to effectively counter them.
, I basically said everything I could think of and what I needed to say.
Of course, this also includes statements such as "Our tanks made in the Soviet Union are slightly worse than those made in the UK in terms of balanced performance. They only have outstanding performance at the partial sacrifice of other attributes and cannot be generalized."
It sounded very professional and there was nothing wrong with it. A lot of special military terminology made Martin and Charlie stunned for a while. Several times they didn't know how to respond to Malashenko's words, which naturally made them even more confused.
There is no way to refute Malashenko’s words.
If you expect these two people to make a fuss over the tank issue in front of Malashenko, you might as well go to Veneto to talk about why the destroyer needs to carry the 381 giant gun. It is more realistic.
The interview, which lasted for more than an hour, came to an end quickly. Before leaving, Martin, who had learned a lot, made a small request to Malashenko.
"General, I have admired you and your troops for a long time. I heard that your troops are the most elite heavy tank troops of the Soviet Red Army. They have extremely brilliant records in the past and have created many impossible things. They have fought against those that are incomparable.
The Germans have some self-doubt.”
"An army capable of fighting well requires not only excellent soldiers, but also powerful weapons and equipment. I have taken photos of the soldiers' full spirit and high morale. The three of us have also taken a group photo just now. Now I
I would like to make a final small request, can we take two photos of the tank?"
"Those heavy tanks look really powerful, and it's perfect to use them to illustrate the special report. I want more people to know the power of the Soviet Red Army tank force, which will increase the resistance of people around the world against fascism."
The determination and morale of the atrocities, so as to fight to the end against the powerful enemy."
In just three or two sentences, the whole nonsense of "I want to shoot tanks" has been elevated to a noble level that will contribute to the anti-fascist war of all mankind. I have to say that this Martin still has some abilities, Malashenko
I really admire this old guy for being serious and talking nonsense.
If I don't let you film the co-author, will it destroy the unity of the world's anti-fascist war?
Damn, this bitch British John Bull is still very good at wearing high hats.
However, Malashenko, who flashed an unnoticeable evil smile at the corner of his mouth, had other plans. If you want to take a picture, I will let you take a picture. But I have to do something about this specific introduction, just for those of you who are used to it.
The English guy who talks nonsense helps me spread the word.
About half an hour later, Malashenko, who had done some behind-the-scenes operations, finally sent someone to inform Martin that he could bring someone over to take photos. Everything was ready.
In the open space on the outskirts of the village where the division headquarters is located, there is a row of brand-new heavy tanks with the anti-aircraft camouflage cloth removed. These steel behemoths, all painted with snow-white winter camouflage paint, are exactly what Martin saw at first sight not long ago.
It was as scary as I remembered, but the appearance seemed a bit...well, a bit different from the iron guys I just saw?
"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 one shot will blow away the German's tattered iron box at a distance of one kilometer. Its armor can withstand the attack of the German's latest Tiger heavy tank at a regular distance. The Panther can certainly do the same.
If you hit No. 3 and No. 4, it's a bit bullying, because it's like a strong man beating a child without any suspense."
"Except for being a bit slow, it doesn't have any other shortcomings. We are convinced that this powerful heavy tank is capable of crushing any German junk. In the future, we will drive it to Berlin and kick Hitler's ass. Look at her, so
Powerful, this is our latest secret weapon against the Germans."
Malashenko patted the tilted front armor of the IS2 heavy tank in front of him. With a smile on his face, Malashenko's words were so natural and easy-going that probably no one would associate such an expression with lying.
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"You have to thank me, Martin, for this is exclusive news that will make your hands weak from counting your money."
Martin, who had never seen such a huge tank before, was fascinated by the sight. It was not until Malashenko came to him and slowly spoke that he finally came to his senses.
"Is this...are you sure we can film it? It doesn't involve military secrets?"
After hearing this, Malashenko smiled again, and the smile that was already on his face was now even brighter than a sunflower.
"Of course, this is specially prepared by me. I'll stop here for you to take pictures. Take as many pictures as you like. It's best to get a few more pictures in the newspaper."
Mumble——
Leaving aside Martin for the moment, Charlie, who also heard Malashenko's words, swallowed involuntarily and could smell the decaying smell of a lot of money in his hands.
Such a good opportunity is in front of you. Only a bastard and a fool would choose to refuse it! See if I don't scrap this camera today!
The Red Army soldiers who maintained order set up a cordon and were armed with live ammunition. Taking pictures was allowed, but they were not allowed to go within 30 meters. In other words, you could only take pictures from long distances. If you want to take pictures too close, it would not work, but that is exactly what happened.
This move further strengthened Charlie's idea.
"Oh oh oh! I guarantee we will make a lot of fucking money from this! The Russians' latest secret tank was exposed for the first time, and the Times reporter Charlie Sanderson exclusively filmed and reported it. Listen, you
Don’t you want to read a newspaper? Don’t suppress your desire, buy it now! Money, it’s all 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 just put on a "crazy show" and just watched the show.
"Is it okay to just let them film it? 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 come up with 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. 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."