Frank Noel, a senior journalist at the Associated Press, went to the battlefield with the rank of captain and recorded the battle between the 1st Division in Changjin Lake in the 6th World War. When the main force of the division was surrounded by Liutanli and Xiajieyuli, he followed the "Drysdale Detachment" to try to go to the front line and was captured halfway.

The volunteers were unable to send the reporter to the rear for the time being, and after going around, they could only send him and other prisoners to the ancient land. Major McLaurin and others were escorted to the ancient land.

As a reporter, Frank Noel was not as frustrated as other captured American troops. Instead, he was extremely excited. After revealing his identity, he was allowed to carry a full set of field photography equipment, and he could get close to the volunteers fighting in North Korea. From the current situation, it was very safe.

"Major, what do you think of today's daytime battle?" After being captured, Frank couldn't run around. He was restricted from staying in a house specially set up for US military officers and prisoners, surrounded by volunteer soldiers guarding him.

The person asked was Major McLaurin, who was the last choice to surrender in the "Drysdale Detachment", was the one who was confident that he could escape and was even more pretending to be forced by a tank. He was captured after pretending to be a thrust, which made people feel bad.

Major McLaughlin's personal belongings are still there. Look at the time, it's just seven o'clock in the evening. In the room he is in is a group of extremely frustrated American officers, outside the window is a busy but unable to communicate with the volunteers. The only person who talks to him is the annoying reporter beside him.

What do you think of the daytime battle? It’s really a pot that doesn’t open and pick up which pot!

McLaurin didn't want to speak, his muscles were still trembling from time to time, and the scene when he was captured was still vivid in his mind. He was determined to hold on for a whole night with his troops and firepower, but the sudden situation on the battlefield shattered his dream.

"I can't comment, I don't want to say anything now." McLaurin shook his head. In fact, he had a lot to say in his heart, but he didn't say it to a reporter who couldn't keep it secret. Because no matter what he said, the result would not be too good.

"I know everyone is very frustrated, but at least we are still alive, and this war has nothing to do with us. Let's talk about it, such as the tanks we see during the day, the new type of tank. Wow... I've never seen such a mighty big guy. Can you tell me its model?"

Frank would not give up. Every cell of his excitement was cheering. If the volunteer soldiers hadn't been able to communicate, he would have tried every means to conduct interviews. Although he could only interview his captured colleagues, he was still very enthusiastic.

Major McLaurin didn't want to say it, but another captured officer in the room said discouragedly: "That was definitely the class tank that the Soviet Union aided to China, which was stronger than all the tanks we currently equipped. Compared with it, our tanks are scrap iron."

"Tell me, keep talking and reading." Frank grabbed the notepad and kept writing, and waved the camera on his chest, "Can you take a picture?"

"I'll save myself from taking photos. I'm not a glorious moment now. If you want to know more, why don't you ask the people in the Tank Company?" the captured officer suggested.

A US military officer with a grimace in the other corner of the room sat, a tank company commander who surrendered to the Volunteer Army. Frank ran over happily and asked, "Hi, let's talk to me about the enemy's tanks. They are the very powerful ones."

Unlike McLaurin, who didn't want to talk, the tank officer was full of grievances, just like a bullied baby, almost burst into tears. After being asked, he said bitterly: "The enemy's tank appeared too unexpectedly, and we didn't expect it at all.

Its main gun is powerful, and my subordinates are killed like chickens. When fragments flying all over the sky and surging flames appear, I feel like I am in hell, and the only thing I can do is pray to God.

I admit that I was frightened at that time. The terrible scene kept replaying in front of my eyes. I felt that I would never forget it in my life. I don’t remember how I was captured, and I would stay here when I woke up.

Looking back now, the enemy's tank should be the latest heavy tank provided by the Soviets. It not only has strong firepower, but also has very heavy armor. I swear that the subordinates I commanded at that time hit at least five armor-piercing bombs, but they did not cause any damage to the opponent.

And the other party ran very fast and flexible. I felt that when we showed it, it had already appeared. So our failure was almost inevitable and we could not resist it at all."

The tank officer's words were extremely emotional, which made Major McLaughlin on the other end very angry. The officer who didn't want to speak shouted loudly: "Enough, you are just saying that you are a coward. How should you face those subordinates who died on the battlefield when evaluating the enemy in this way?"

"Oh..., hell! I'm a coward? So what qualifications do you have to criticize me? I've tried my best to fight, and at least I saved the remaining part of my subordinates and were not killed by others.

I am not like someone who faces a tank for that ridiculous honor, asking them 'whether to surrender' when facing a tank, but after being shot, I realized that it was himself who should surrender. But who had more subordinates could have survived. I am really sad for those who died in vain."

The tank officer furiously revealed the consequences of McLaurin's failure to pretend, and also sprinkled salt on the other party's wounds. The two officers quickly went from the quarrel to the fist, until Frank, who had caused the accident, shouted loudly: "Enough, stop. Look out the window, there is the enemy's new type of tank!"

The is-7 was passing by the house where the prisoners were, which immediately attracted the attention of the prisoners in the house. Frank saw a tall man in a US uniform jumping off the tank and talking to other US soldiers serving the volunteers.

"Oh my god, an English-speaking enemy, he is commanding our people to work. I finally found someone who can communicate." Frank burst the window excitedly, and then smashed the door again.

The volunteer soldiers guarding the prisoners of war were not sure what was going on in the room, so they could only open the door to check. Frank, behind the door, grabbed his camera and tried to express his meaning. After he could not get any permission, he could only shout to the tall man in the distance.

"Hey, General, can I take a photo of you and your tank?"

After calling for a long time, the tall man opposite finally responded and allowed Frank to approach. The other prisoners of war in the room immediately squeezed into the door and window of the room, wanting to see what news the reporter could get?

Frank walked to the I-7 with a smile on his face. He first expressed great interest in the tank, and then repeated his request for the young enemy tank officer. However, the other party said: "I am not a general, I am just a tank platoon leader."

"With your record today, you will definitely become a general." Frank flattered him and slapped him.

The 'tank platoon leader' was flattered and laughed loudly. Frank immediately grabbed the camera and took several photos of the other party. The tall and handsome enemy hero was matched with a mighty and domineering invincible tank, and the perfect match for the spirit!

"You said you are a reporter from the Associated Press?" asked the 'Tank Platoon Leader'.

"Yes." Frank replied.

"Do you want to report on the battlefield?"

"Now? Can I?"

Frank's eyes widened in surprise, thinking that his reports and photos would take at least a few months to get out.

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't agree to you, but I'm different." The 'Tank Platoon Leader' seemed easy to speak, and he continued with a fox-like smile: "But I have the conditions, you have to agree to work for us first."

"No problem, no problem, of course I am willing to serve you." Frank agreed quickly, and he didn't care what job he was going to do? He only knew that he would get unparalleled scoops.
Chapter completed!