Chapter 205 Second Interview (Subscription Request)

Although he had become famous, Albert did not rest on his laurels and become complacent. He wanted to dig out more valuable news! Therefore, under the attention of many of his peers, Albert came to northern Hokkaido and entered Kushiro, which was under Soviet control.

"Hurry, Yolen, keep up!" Albert said while looking at the tank shooting range in the distance and thinking about his deputy.

Two days ago, Albert interviewed the famous Major General Andre and wrote a special article, which made his peers envious. What was even more enviable was that Major General Andre agreed to let Albert go to the tank training ground for an interview.

It is simply impossible to go deep into the front line and understand the life of Soviet tank soldiers! You know, the Soviet Union is very strict with the West, and foreigners can't get in touch with the internal situation of the Soviet army.

Albert attached great importance to this opportunity. He brought his deputy to the tank shooting range. In the distance, a tank was moving towards them majestically.

As a military journalist, Albert was very knowledgeable. He had seen this type of tank many times before, with six pairs of road wheels and a high gun barrel. This was the Soviet Union's latest T-72 tank!

However, it seemed a little different from what I had seen before. On the outside of these tanks, there were brick-like things hanging, closely arranged, one next to the other.

"Quick, Yolen!" Albert picked up his camera and took pictures while saying to his deputy Yolen: "Quick, set up the camera and take a shot of the tanks moving. It's really spectacular!"

Seeing it on TV is completely different from seeing it in person. Now, seeing this tank moving over, with its tracks kicking up a lot of dust, it was so imposing! Albert was completely conquered by this tank.

Shooting a video is even more exciting than taking photos!

"Hey, how did you get in?" At this moment, the tank stopped and a tank soldier jumped off and shouted to the two men.

"Hello, we have a warrant signed by General Andrei." Albert quickly took out the note, on which was written a line of Russian in flamboyant style: We agree to allow friendly international journalist Mr. Albert to interview the 67th Tank Regiment. Please cooperate with Commander Tikhonov, Andrei.

"I am Tikhonov." Tikhonov laughed in his heart. Yesterday, he received instructions from General Andrei. Sure enough, these two idiots came today. It is said that they helped Moscow last time, and this time, they came to help again!

"Captain Tikhonov, I'm so glad to meet you." Albert saw that the man in front of him was the commander he was looking for, and his face was immediately full of smiles: "Mr. Commander, can we take a ride on your tank and experience it for ourselves?"

This is an excessive request. It is already quite good to be able to take a look from a distance and take a few photos. Now, you want to get in and ride in this tank? Don't be ridiculous!

Albert looked at the Soviet man in front of him who didn't say anything, and knew that his request would not be granted. He was about to mutter a few words to explain, such as that he liked these mighty Soviet tanks too much. Just as he was about to explain, he heard a hearty laugh from the other side: "Okay, it's totally possible, come in, but you are too tall, you may suffer if you go in."

"No, of course not." Albert jumped onto the tank in just two or three steps.

It was hot, very hot. The weather in Hokkaido was relatively cool, but the temperature inside the T-72 was at least 50 degrees. As soon as Albert got in, he felt the stuffiness and began to sweat.

Dense beads of sweat fell on his forehead, and his eyes were blurry.

It was too small here. There was a big turntable next to him with various ammunition on it. He could also see the long bullet cores. Wiping the sweat from his head, Albert stared at the shells, which were marked in Russian.

Fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectile, high-explosive grenade... Wait, what does this word mean? Depleted uranium? Why is there such a word on the bullet of this armor-piercing projectile? I have only heard of steel armor-piercing projectiles and tungsten alloy armor-piercing projectiles, but I have never heard of depleted uranium being used to make armor-piercing projectiles?

"Mr. Albert, you can't take pictures inside." Tikhonov said on top of the tank turret: "How is it? It's not easy to be a tank soldier, right?"

Tikhonov couldn't help but laugh in his heart. He had just come all the way here without turning on the air conditioner. How could it not be hot? This was a gift specially prepared for Western journalists who pursue freedom.

"Yeah, it's too hot." Albert came out and said to Tikhonov above: "Being a tank soldier is really hard."

“Everything is for the Soviets,” Tikhonov said. “We are not afraid of hard work.”

"Can I sit outside and follow the tank around the range?" Albert continued to make a new request. He had to do something to get more valuable news since he was here. He had never experienced what it was like to sit on a tank. He wanted to sit inside and take a turn, but it was too hot inside, so he just sat outside. After he went back, he would write a special article, which would make his colleagues envious!

"Of course, no problem. You have General Andrei's order." Tikhonov said, "Come on, be careful and hold on tight, the tank is bumpy."

So, sitting on the tank's turret, listening to the engine at the rear rumbling, the tank started.

Bumpy, really bumpy! Feeling the ups and downs of the tank, Albert and his deputy Yolen could only hold on to the shield on top of the tank turret tightly, motionless.

Albert felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest. If he let go of his hand, he would definitely fall! Thinking of being crushed by the tracks, he would be a pile of minced meat. Albert felt a little regretful. Is this thing something he can sit on? These Soviets seemed to be deliberately making fun of him, driving so fast!

Yolen on the side has closed his eyes. His burly figure does not match his current expression. This guy is obviously scared. Maybe he will shout to stop the car the next moment.

You can’t shout, you can’t shout, it’s embarrassing if you shout!

At this moment, the two of them had the same idea in their minds. Since they had already come up, they couldn't call a stop.

"Boom!" At this moment, suddenly, a huge roar sounded next to him. Hearing this sound, Albert wanted to cover his ears immediately, but his hands trembled and his body involuntarily wanted to fall down.

"Help!" Yolen, who was standing aside, finally shouted loudly. The voice just now scared him.