Chapter 981: Battlefield Reporter

Frank Noel, senior reporter of the Associated Press, wore the captain's rank on the battlefield and recorded the battle of the First Division of Marines in Changjin Lake. When the division's main force was surrounded by Liutan-ri and Haji-ri, he followed the 'Drysdale Squad' and tried to go to the front line, captured halfway.
Volunteers have no way to send the reporter to the rear, and after moving around, they can only send it to the ancient soil together with other prisoners. Also being escorted to the ancient soil were Major Captain McLaughlin and others who were captured.
As a reporter, Frank Noel was not as frustrated by the captured US military, but he was extremely excited. After being identified, he was allowed to carry a full set of field photographic equipment, and he could get close contact with the volunteer army fighting in North Korea, and from the current situation, it is still very safe.
"Major, what do you think of the fighting today?" After being captured, Frank couldn't run around. He was confined to a house dedicated to the captives of US military officers, surrounded by volunteer soldiers.
The questioned object was Major McLaughlin, the last member of the 'Drysdale Squad,' who surrendered, who was confident that he could escape the day of his birth and was forced to hold the tank against his head. It was a bad mood just to be captured after loading.
Major McLaughlin's personal belongings are still there. Look at the time. It is now seven o'clock in the evening. In his room was a group of extremely frustrated US military officers. Outside the window were busy volunteers who could not communicate. The only one who spoke to him was the annoying reporter around him.
What do you think about the daytime battle? Which pot is not open?
McLaughlin didn't want to talk. His muscles were still shaking from time to time, and he was still vividly captured. He was determined to stay with him for one night with his military and firepower, but the sudden situation on the battlefield broke his dreams.
"I can't comment. I don't want to say anything now." McLaughlin shook his head. In fact, he had a lot of things in his heart to say, but not to a reporter who couldn't keep it secret. Because no matter what he says, the result will not be too good.
"I know everyone is frustrated, but anyway, we are still alive, and this war has nothing to do with us. Let ’s say, like the tanks we saw during the day, the new type of tanks. Wow ... After such a mighty big guy, can you tell me its model? "
Frank would not give up, every cell of his excitement was cheering. Had it not been for the Volunteer soldiers who could not communicate, he would have tried every means to conduct an interview. Now, although he can only interview the captured colleagues, he is still very enthusiastic.
Major McLaughlin did not want to say, but another captive officer in the room said discouraged: "It was definitely a Soviet-assisted supertank, which is stronger than all the tanks we currently have. Compared to it, our tank It's all scrap iron. "
"Talk about it, keep talking about it." Frank grabbed the notepad and kept writing, and waved the camera on his chest. "Can you take a picture?"
"It's not necessary to take pictures. It's not a glorious moment for me to look like this now. You want to know more, why not ask the people in the tank company?" The captive officer who spoke said suggested.
At the other corner of the room was a similarly ashamed American officer, a tank company captain who surrendered to the volunteers. Frank ran over happily and asked, "Hey, talk to me about the enemy's tank. It's a particularly powerful one."
Unlike McLaughlin, who didn't want to speak, the tank officer was full of grievances, just like the little BABY who was bullied, and he almost burst into tears. When questioned, he said bitterly: "The enemy's tank appeared too unexpectedly, we did not expect it at all.
Its main gun was super powerful, and my men were killed like chickens. When the flying debris and raging flames appeared, I felt like I was in hell, and the only thing I could do was to pray to God.
I admit that I was scared and stupid, and that terrible scene was played back in front of my eyes, and I felt like I would never forget it. I don't remember how I was captured. I will stay here when I wake up.
Now thinking back, the enemy's tank should be the latest heavy tank provided by the Soviets, not only with powerful firepower, but also with extremely heavy armor. I swear that the men under my command hit it at least five rounds of armor-piercing shells, but failed to cause the slightest damage to the opponent.
And the other side runs very fast and flexible, and I feel that when we found it, it found us long ago. So our failure is almost inevitable and we cannot resist at all. "
The words of the tank officer were extremely emotional, which annoyed Major McLaughlin on the other side. The officer, who did not want to speak, shouted, "Enough, you are just stating that you are a wretched man. How do you evaluate the enemy in the face of those who died on the battlefield?"
"Oh ... shit! I'm a wreck? Then what qualifications do you have to criticize me? I've tried my best to fight, and I have at least kept the rest of my subordinates alive.
I do n’t like someone for that ridiculous honor. When I faced the tank, I asked people ‘Are you going to surrender?’ As a result, I was stunned to understand that it was him who surrendered. But which guy's subordinates could have survived a few more, I really feel sad for those who died in vain. "
The tank officer furiously revealed the consequences of McLaughlin's failure to force, and also sprinkled a lot of salt on the opponent's wound. The two officers quickly went from ranting to punching, until Frank, who was in trouble, shouted, "Enough, stop. Look out the window, the enemy's new tank!"
IS-7 was passing by the house where the captives were located, which immediately caught the attention of the captives in the room. Frank saw a tall man in a U.S. uniform jump off the tank and also spoke to other U.S. soldiers serving the volunteer army.
"Oh my god, an English-speaking enemy, he is directing our people to work. I finally found someone who can communicate." Frank smashed the window with excitement, and then smashed the door again.
Volunteer soldiers guarding prisoners of war cannot figure out what is going on in the room and can only open the door to check. And behind the door, Frank grabbed his camera and tried to express himself ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Without any permission, he could only struggle to shout to the tall man in the distance.
"Hey, general, can I take a picture with you of your tank?"
After shouting for a long time, the tall man opposite finally reacted and allowed Frank to approach. The other prisoners of war in the room immediately crowded into the door and window of the room, and wanted to see what news the reporter could get?
Frank walked to the IS-7 with a grinning smile. He first expressed great interest in the tank and repeated his requirements to the young enemy tank officer. The other side said, "I'm not a general, I'm just a tank platoon leader."
"With your record today, you will definitely be a general." Frank smacked a fart.
"Tank platoon leader" was laughed at by the flattery, Frank immediately grabbed the camera and took several photos of the other side-tall and handsome enemy heroes, with invincible invincible tanks, the perfect match!
"You say you are a reporter for the Associated Press?" ‘Tank Captain’ asked.
"Yes," Frank replied.
"Do you want to report on the battlefield?"
"Now? May I?"
Frank's eyes widened in surprise, and he thought it would take at least a few months for his report and photos to be published.
"If it was someone else who would definitely not promise you, but I'm different." The "tank platoon leader" seemed to speak well, and he continued with a fox-like smile: "But I have the conditions, first you have to promise to work for us. "
"No problem, no problem, of course I am willing to work for you." Frank promised in a hurry, so he didn't care what work he was going to do? He only knew he would get an unparalleled scoop.
Wow ... God cares for Frank Noel.