Chapter 1033 Lame Leopard King
A telegram urging Kogin to hurry up and do things quickly has been sent out, but Malashenko, who was very clear about the real situation, still knew that he could not put all his bets on Kogin's ability to deliver the goods on time.
To put it bluntly, the development of new tanks is no different from a scientific project. It is not something that can be completed overnight.
Is urging and explaining reality effective?
Of course it works, otherwise Malashenko would not have made a special trip to send a telegram to Kogin for a useless purpose.
but,
As far as the current situation is concerned, the development of the situation has completely exceeded Malashenko's understanding of the existing history. Almost all key nodes have been accelerated. All of this has to do with the butterflies created by Malashenko. Given by the effect.
Do your best and obey destiny.
Malashenko has done everything he thinks he must do and can do everything he can. As for the direction in which things will develop next, this is not something that the mortal Malashenko can predict.
The time to wait for the future is always extremely long, not to mention the completely unknown future that is completely impossible to predict at the moment.
The Soviet army, which was on the strategic defensive, was reinforcing its defense lines every day. It continued to dig trenches, lay anti-tank mines, and strengthen anti-tank fortifications on the three deep defense lines that had been built, making final preparations for the upcoming brutal and fierce battle.
What about the German army? Of course, they are also making final preparations for the life-and-death battle that is about to break out.
It's just that compared to the Soviet army, which is busy repairing the earth, what the German army is busy with right now is exactly the opposite.
"Buckman, it's already the third day. When will our beauty be able to cultivate her delicate body?"
It’s June in Kursk and it’s not too hot. The average temperature is in the low teens and high 20s. Combined with the beautiful scenery of the vast prairie, it’s quite a pleasant sight.
A group of SS armored soldiers sitting on the grass held the picked grass leaves and wood branches in their mouths, passing the time boredly in what was already an unknown number of peaceful days. The only thing they looked forward to in their hearts was to belong to everyone. Your unique baby car can be repaired quickly.
The person complaining and questioning on the grass looked to be about 27 or 27 years old. In any army, he could be considered young and strong. It was the best age for a man to ride on the battlefield in his life.
The man walking slowly from behind him was equally young, even younger than the gunner, who was about 27 or 28 years old.
"I just went to see it again. The new engine hasn't arrived yet. The old engine has been directly scrapped. It can't be repaired at all, you know. So before the new engine arrives, we probably have to wait a little longer. A few days, maybe longer.”
"The maintenance commander told me that all the spare parts are now used, and they are almost unable to repair the Panther tank. They can only wait for support from the rear, just like us."
The commander, who was called Buckman, spoke slowly with a calm expression on his face, but this situation obviously did not satisfy the impatient questioning gunner who had been waiting.
"A week has passed, and our tanks have not moved since they arrived in Kursk! Oh, I almost forgot! Even the distance from Kharkov to Kursk was occupied by Russian The railway brought the broken car over. I have never encountered such a disgusting situation! I swear, I have never even dreamed of it!”
In the Battle of Kharkov, the Second Reich Division of the Waffen-SS was the first to receive the early D model of the Panther medium tank. There is no doubt that it showed strong combat strength in the battle with the Soviet tank force. .
The ultra-long barrel 75mm main gun of the Type 5 Panther medium tank D is a nightmare for the enemy!
Every time this powerful main gun fires, its armor-piercing power is even better than that of a tiger, it will definitely blast any broken Russian tractor within sight into the sky, whether it is a T34 or a KV1.
This hearty feeling is simply better than the pleasure of an addict!
For a long time, the armored soldiers of the Imperial Division, who had been pinned to the ground by their opponents' absolute superiority in tank quality and blasted away with hammers, finally got out of their anger with the help of new equipment, and personally experienced how to pin the Russians to the ground with their backhand. The feeling of being beaten violently, the hearty feeling of hitting a tractor every time is simply not that exciting!
However, few things in this world are perfect.
It's like your wife is beautiful, gentle, and virtuous. She can go to the hall or the kitchen. Just by taking her out for a walk, hundreds of envious and murderous eyes will penetrate you! Parents like it, friends are jealous, and classmates eat lemons~
Ah, you are simply the object of everyone’s envy!
When you go to work, she will send you to your door and tell you to be careful all the way. When you come back from get off work, she will wait for you quietly at the door to say welcome back.
How about it? Does it sound amazing?
It's a pity that your wife is a paper person who only exists on the screen and in the two-dimensional world.
What? Where do you think the scene described above came from?
Come on, which otaku doesn’t want to have such a hateful and perfect life? Dreaming is something that everyone can do.
In the same way, for the Buckman crew who have not enjoyed the powerful new car they just got for a few days, the feelings of the five crew members are basically the same as the two-dimensional paper man wife mentioned above.
Why do you say that?
Because the leopard-print beauties in their mouths can only talk about their prowess at best, and their bragging skills are enough to destroy any tank, and even those cutting-edge tigers have to step aside.
In the current reality, Bachman had just received the brand-new Panther D-seater less than half a month before the Battle of Kharkov. In the ensuing battle, before he could get enough of the kill, he was hit in the back of the turret's head by a Molotov cocktail thrown by a Russian infantryman.
The Panther tank, known for its tough armor and sharp cannon, should have completely ignored this tickling attack, at least it should have been so.
But what Buckman himself didn't expect was that the turbid combustion liquid mixed with rubber in the gasoline actually flowed down the slope of the back of the turret, flowed through the leaky heat dissipation window on the top of the engine, and flowed directly into the engine compartment.
An out-of-control instantaneous flame ignited the volatile gasoline in the engine compartment. Buckman, who felt a heat wave sweep from behind him, quickly ordered the vehicle to be abandoned and the fire put out.
Five SS armored men, including Bachmann himself, jumped out of the car in a hurry and shouted. When the battle situation was good, they rescued the tank and put out the fire under the cover of their comrades.
