Agent Misha rushed forward and clapped his palm at the front armor of the t34 tank. The feeling under his hands and the sound made showed that it was indeed real steel.

"Get out of here quickly, we must bring back the information we saw and photographed here." The agents who accompanied him felt the seriousness of the problem, just like Misha. If they were discovered by the Germans, they would never let the insider leave here alive.

The two agents did not dare to stay for a long time. After taking a few photos of the mechanical parts and several unknown equipment placed around the warehouse, they hurriedly evacuated the confidential workshop from the original road.

Even if it was not an expert, they could see it at this time. This was not a warehouse for preserving equipment, but a well-equipped repair workshop. They saw the glue-bearing wheels piled up in the corners and various indistinguishable parts, each of which was more than one circle larger than the same type they had seen.

Everything they see here today will be an unparalleled and important discovery for the Alliance of Soviet Socialist Republics. The early discovery of such monster-like tanks developed by Germany may save the lives of countless Red Army soldiers on the battlefield in the future. If the Red Army officers and soldiers suddenly encounter such a terrifying steel beast without knowing nothing, this scene will make people shudder even if they think about it.

Just as the agents were excited about their discovery, at the main test site two kilometers away from them, Soviet weapons experts were also worried about the facts they discovered.

"We have seen many used steel plate targets, ranging in thickness from 30 to 90 mm. The power of the new German tank gun exceeds our expectations." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao said to Merkulov with concern.

"Especially, we found many inclined steel plate target racks, and the racks were welded to an inclination of 60 degrees," said a major from the Red Army, looking left and right.

"Stop talking, Nazar Korneevich, this may be just a coincidence." Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao interrupted his colleagues.

"Wait a minute, you continue talking." Merkulov said, pointing at the major.

"Yes, Comrade Director, that angle is exactly the same as the front armor inclination of the T34 medium tank we are preparing to fully equipped." The Red Army Major replied. "Can you be sure?" Merkulov sank.

"It's certain." The major nodded vigorously.

"Well, what's your name?" Merkulov asked, staring at the other party's eyes.

"Red Army Major Nazar Korneevich Pethov, Comrade Director." The major successfully attracted the attention of the big shot, and he raised his chest and answered proudly.

"Very good, Comrade Nazar Korneevich, your discovery is very important." Merkulov kindly patted the major's shoulder to encourage him, and at the same time glanced coldly at Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao standing beside him.

"Fsevorod Nikolayevich." Djanozov walked over in a hurry.

"Is there anything wrong? Comrade Vladimir Kilargievich." Merkulov waved his hand and signaled the two Red Army officers to leave.

"Didn't you find out that something is wrong?" After the two Red Army experts left, Djanozov whispered to his colleagues.

"What did you find?" Merkulov turned around and looked around. Everything seemed normal on the scene.

The German generals gathered around the cold dining table, with Keitel and Molotov in the middle. They looked very good, and cheerful laughter burst out from time to time in the crowd. On the other side, several middle and low-level German officers and German technicians in gray coats were having a good chat with the members of the Soviet delegation.

"There are many more guards around, and there seems to be something wrong with the Germans." Djakanosov approached with a cigarette in his mouth, pretending to be hiring fire from the other party.

"What do you think is happening?" Merkulov took out his lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for Djakanosov.

"I don't know, but I'm very worried now. Maybe something happened to our people."

"You mean a reporter," Merkulov looked up at the surroundings.

"It's better not to have anything wrong. Of course, this may be just my nerves. I feel very bad now, Vsevorod Nikolayevich, I think they must have discovered some important information." The temperature outside is very low now, but Djakanosov's forehead is starting to sweat.

Now they need a great gift to Stalin. If the agents made any major discoveries as he expected, then his career and life of Merkulov were not only saved, but also perhaps they might be praised by Stalin.

"Calm down, man." Merkulov patted Djanozov's arm and said, "Look, aren't they back?"

Djanozov followed the director of the Security Bureau's hand and, sure enough, a small Krupp six-wheeler truck was driving towards them quickly. The carriage was filled with agents in suits. It seemed that these guys were in high spirits now and could hear them singing traditional Russian songs from afar.

Just as Djanozov breathed a sigh of relief, a shrill alarm echoed in his ears.

"Note! Pay attention! All personnel are required to stand in place and do not move. All personnel are required to stand in place and do not move." A man announced in German in the speaker next to the opening station.

"What happened?" Keitel frowned and asked sternly to the commander of the police station on the side.

"I don't know, Mr. Marshal." The Army Major General also looked confused.

"Go and check it out quickly." The marshal shook his arm and ordered.

"Maybe some technical accident happened, you know, there is no way, this is a common thing." Keitel turned his head and raised his shoulders at Molotov.

"It is true, Mr. Marshal, this often happens with us. All the young men who work are frivolous." Molotov smiled and expressed his understanding.

"Report to the Chief." The major general ran over quickly. He saluted the marshal first, then turned his face and looked at the Soviet Foreign Minister.

"I'm sorry." Keitel nodded politely to Molotov, and then led the major general to the side.

At this time, the atmosphere at the scene began to become tense, and a whole row of army soldiers carrying guns and ammunition appeared around the test site. They seemed to grow directly from the soil. The Soviets had no idea where these people were hiding before.

Then several Opel trucks pulled the sirens into the test site. Before the car could stop, the SS military police, wearing black uniforms, holding submachine guns, and wearing gendarmerie breasts, began to jump down.

After a while, the army military police arrived, driving a tricycle and sitting in the bus with a black German back with his tongue hanging down.

"Sorry, Your Excellency Molotov, our patrol team just discovered that someone had entered the military restricted area without authorization. According to witnesses, it was probably a member of the Soviet delegation." Keitel walked to Molotov and said with a serious expression.

"Is there such a thing? Marshal, I can assure you that I have no knowledge of this. My people will not deliberately enter the German military restricted area. I think there is any misunderstanding here." Molotov knew that there was no use in the people he brought with him. It would only make things even more troublesome. At this moment, he only hoped that the group of waste was not caught by the Germans, otherwise the matter would be a big deal, and it is very likely not. It should be said that it would definitely affect his mission.

"How could Stalin send me these two stupid things? It's better to succeed than to lose things." Molotov thought of this and glanced at Merkulov and the others with a cold look.

"I also hope it's just a misunderstanding, Lord Molotov." Keitel's face squeezed a smile: "I hope you can restrain the members of the delegation and ask them to cooperate with our investigation. I feel very sorry that this happened, and I hope it will not affect our friendship."

"I can understand your approach, but I cannot accept your apology. Marshal, I am willing to cooperate with your investigation to prove the innocence of our Soviets. However, I must remind you that we will reserve the right to protest to you, because no matter what, this is an irrespectful offense to the great Soviet Union." Molotov said righteously.

"I understand the dignity of the country. I am glad that you can tell me this with confession, His Excellency Minister of Foreign Affairs." Keitel took a step back, raised the marshal's stick and gently knocked the brim of his hat.

"So who do you think has entered the penalty area? Marshal, our people should be all here. I remember that no one seems to have left halfway." Molotov asked with a straight face.

"These are the reporters who came with the delegation, Your Excellency, they just left the test site and went to the shooting range to the south." Seeing the marshal's questioning gaze, a gendarmerie colonel stepped forward and replied.

"Although these people are not diplomats, they are also Soviet citizens. I hope they can receive fair treatment." Molotov's mouth softened, and these wastes were indeed left behind.

"In fact, it's not as troublesome as you think. We just need them to hand over the film on them. If there is no banned content in it, their suspicion will be cleared, and we can also wash a photo for them for free." The colonel of the military police replied.

"Wait a minute, just this is all you need, just look at the photos they took?" Molotov almost thought there was something wrong with his hearing.

"Do you think we should take them all into the cell and torture them? Please, Minister of Foreign Affairs, we are all civilized people." The colonel of the military police said proudly, and he bumped into the heel of his boots with a slightly lively look.

"Collection results as soon as possible. If it is proved that the Soviet journalists are innocent, I will talk to the person in charge of this incident in person." Keitel said seriously to the colonel.

"As for orders, Marshal, hey! Reinhart!" The colonel of the military police raised his hand to Kettle, then turned around and walked towards the reporters who were controlled by the military police.

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