Chapter 1060 The Belly of the Behemoth (Part 1)

The death of the elephant was very miserable. The entire central power cabin was burned into a deep black, and the original condition could not be seen. All the things that could be burned except steel were gone. The two black The empty heart looked particularly miserable when placed there.

"The two engines are interesting. Let's talk about how this thing weighing more than sixty tons moves. Do the Germans think they are building a battleship? If this car was under my control, I would go crazy."

Out of professional sensitivity, Karamov had no favorable impressions of the elephant with double hearts in front of him.

It is not easy to maintain a tank with one engine. Every time the engine needs to be replaced or the engine is removed from the power compartment for separate maintenance, Karamov swears that this is one of the most time-consuming processes.

The field maintenance camp lacks a lot of professional equipment found in factories, and the maintenance conditions are very rudimentary. Some work that can be done with machines and lathes in the factory has to be done purely by hand in Karamov. Not to mention it is not efficient, but in Karamov Under field conditions, there is no way.

You can't throw away a heavy tank that just has some engine problems. Karamov wouldn't have the guts to do that even if he wanted to. Commissar Petrov was not there for decoration. If something serious happens, Comrade Brigade Commander may not be able to protect himself. Since the last review meeting, Karamov has changed his previous bad habits and appears to be very low-key.

At present, the German guy's elephant, which weighs more than 60 tons, actually adopts a power cabin layout design with dual engines in parallel.

Karamov couldn't figure out whether the Germans really couldn't build a single engine with sufficient horsepower and a suitable size, or whether there were other reasons that led to this design. This was the first time for Karamov to see a heavy armored vehicle with this unique, parallel twin-engine layout. He couldn't figure out the reason just by looking at the burned power cabin in front of him, leaving only two empty hearts.

"What do you think? Comrade Battalion Commander, let's guess what the total maximum output power of these two engines is."

Holding the flashlight in his hand, Karamov continued to look into the central power cabin and found nothing. He did not intend to let his new clothes get into the coal kiln, so he gave up and went down to the power cabin. He planned to find out what was going on, then turned around to face the front cockpit at the back, stretched out his hand out of thin air and snapped his fingers.

"Do me a favor and open this thing up and let's see what's inside."

The place where Karamov pointed was the driver's seat roof of the cockpit at the front of the Elephant body.

The solid top hatch was not blown away by the powerful explosion of the 152 grenade, but it was shaken by the shock wave and stuck there like a battered pancake just out of the pan.

It was not easy to open the twisted top cover. The strong Karamov and his deputy grabbed one side and exerted a lot of force, but they still seemed to be motionless.

"Come on, keep working hard! There's still a little bit left!"

"Uh-huh, this thing is too stuck, comrade battalion commander! We shouldn't be able to fight it."

Bang——

Before the soldier who was muttering and exerting all his strength could finish his words, the distorted roof hatch was forcefully pulled open on the spot by the combined efforts of the two, and hit the dome of the car body with a loud bang. ring.

Karamov and this soldier together actually tore off the twisted roof hatch and separated it from the car body. However, it is more likely that the roof itself was seriously loose, not Karamo. Is there any divine power that my husband can help me with?

Karamov instantly fell onto the dome of the tank body and almost lost his balance and fell into the dark power compartment.

Looking at the roof hatch that had rolled to the ground, he turned around and looked at the helper soldier who was also confused like him. Karamov stood up again with a somewhat disbelieving smile. Then he raised his flashlight and walked to the large opening of the hatch.

"Oh, this smell, damn it! The Germans should bring some seasoning to sprinkle on themselves, this smell is worse than the toilet!"

Before he arrived, he was hit by a stench that came with the wind. Karamov felt uncomfortable for a moment. He raised his hand to cover his nose without any hesitation.

While cursing in his mouth, he raised his hand to shine the light of the flashlight into the cockpit. What caught Karamov's eyes was a shriveled corpse that had been burned into a carbonized skeleton.

"There were no signs of struggle. It looked like he died before the fire reached the cockpit."

The dark brown burned carbonized tissue is thinly wrapped on the skeleton, and some thin areas, such as the fingers, are directly burned into a pure skeleton appearance. The empty pupil was only covered with dark brown burnt skin, which looked particularly oozing under the shadow of the flashlight in the middle of the night, as if it would come to life and knock a living person to the ground if he wasn't careful.

"Fuck you, you bastard lackey! Even if you die, you will continue to harm this land and continue to scare people. Later, I will throw you into the wild to feed the dogs. Bah! The dogs probably won't even chew these stinking bones!"

The stench that filled the air when the cockpit roof was opened was quickly blown away by the night wind. Karamov, who finally felt his breathing was normal, turned sideways and looked at the co-pilot's seat with a flashlight.

What came into view was also a deeply skeletal and charred corpse without any sign of struggle or resistance.

The high-temperature chemical flames fueled by gasoline roasted these two unfortunate eggs until they were charred on the outside, tender on the inside, and sizzling with oil. Now they didn’t even have to go to the crematorium. The one-stop service was directly arranged, and a 65-ton steel box was also included. Giant coffin.

The soldier beside Karamov's analysis was correct. Judging from the situation of the two Germans, it was estimated that the moment the 152 grenade hit, they were hit by the terrifying overpressure impact and got into the car through the gap. They were on the spot. He was pinned to death in the cockpit and was shocked to death.

When the fire from the power cabin in the middle behind them burned in, the two people who had already died suddenly had no possibility or necessity to escape. They could only helplessly be burned into what they were now, which was equivalent to burning corpses.

Karamov glanced at the cockpit and could only see things like the burnt metal joysticks and the empty shelves of the radio.

The fire area that spread all the way has already completely covered the entire cockpit, and now it is impossible to find anything valuable from here.

"There's nothing to see here. Get out of the car and go take a look at the battle room in the back."

Karamov, who shook his head, was the first to jump off the elephant carcass. He was still looking forward to finding something useful from the fighting room, which should not be overdone.