Chapter 1217 Giant Cannonball

Wink is the loader of the Buckman crew. In addition to loading artillery shells, he is also responsible for doing chores on weekdays, such as repairing cars, carrying artillery shells, and even descaling and cleaning cars. Although others would come over to help him from time to time, Wink mostly did it himself.

Fortunately, Wenke is a relatively honest young man, and he has no complaints about these dirty and tiring tasks.

Before joining the army, Wink was a lumberjack in a local lumberyard in Bavaria. In addition to his regular job of logging, he also liked to do photography, which seemed not to be his hobby.

His favorite thing is to take pictures of the birds and flowers he encounters in his daily work and life. Occasionally, he can be selected by local magazines or newspapers to serve as pictures for articles or even front page covers. This is when Wenke feels happiest, which proves that everything he does and his hobbies are meaningful.

Later, he met his childhood friend Bachmann. Unable to resist Bachmann's good intentions, he threw down the chain saw and ax in his hand and ran to sign up for the SS. According to the selection requirements of the National Defense Force, Wenke actually did not meet the standards for joining the army. He was a bit older, and there were many younger guys lining up to join the army.

However, the SS was relatively short of manpower, and its establishment was expanding as fast as a balloon. With Buckman's recommendation, it was as stable as an old dog. After passing the physical examination and inquiring about his ancestry, Wenck was labeled as a "pure German" and joined the Second Reich Division, one of the three elite members of the Waffen-SS. camera together.

When he heard Buckman asking for a camera, Wink, who was holding an MP40 submachine gun in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and the next move was to wave his hands at Buckman.

"It's in the car. I didn't bring it here. Do you want it now?"

"Then go back and get it! We are pressed for time, so hurry up!"

"Oh well."

Looking at Wink's back as he ran back towards the tank, Buckman, who was determined to go in and take a look, grabbed the body of the vehicle with his right hand, stepped on the road wheel with his left foot and jumped upwards. He was suddenly in front of this unprecedented vehicle. On top of the heavy tank, he quietly poked his head out to see if there was any danger or movement in the dilapidated houses on the other side of the turret.

"Bachman, hey, Buckman! Be careful, I don't know if there are any Russians in the car!"

The gunner, who felt that Buckman was probably crazy, stood under the car and lowered his voice to remind him. Buckman, who felt that there was no big problem, came simply and climbed directly to the top of the turret without even saying a word. He dodged the hatch cover that opened wide and jumped in directly.

"Phew, the Russian heavy tank is so narrow! It's just like a T34!"

The first thing Buckman felt the moment he got into the tank was that it was so crowded inside.

Without being familiar with the interior layout and space capacity, Buckman's left elbow almost hit the giant gun block next to him. If the impact was strong, it would definitely be painful. Even if a layer of skin was not cut off, it would be bruised. The swelling and pain lasted for several days.

Buckman, who was thankful that he was pretty lucky, raised his head and looked around, looking around with curious eyes like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking around at this feeling that she had never experienced before. The first thing that caught her attention was naturally the huge size next to her. breech block.

"Hell, what caliber is this main gun?"

At a glance, Buckman felt that the huge breech block in front of him was at least twice the size of the breech block of his Panther tank.

Maybe this description is a bit exaggerated, but this breech block is really huge!

Buckman stretched out his hand and tried to place his clenched fist on the rear of the breech block for a gesture. He found that even if his fist was enlarged twice as much, the shell loading port at the rear of the breech block could still fit, and even There is quite a lot of spare space.

Thinking of the terrifying rumors that had been widely circulated before, combined with the unprecedented scene before him, Buckman shook his head and felt that things created by the Russians could always subvert his cognition and imagination.

"It's so big! Aren't their loaders human beings for such a large-caliber artillery shell?"

Tank loaders are not as easy as artillerymen. Loading artillery shells in a tank with a narrow space is a laborious and extremely skill-intensive job.

Buckman felt that it was already very laborious for Wenck to load artillery shells on weekdays. Loading ten rounds of 75mm custom-made artillery shells at high intensity could tire Wenk, a strong man from a lumberjack background, to the point where he was as straight as a dog sticking out his tongue. Breathing heavily.

The Russians mounted such an amazing cannon on their heavy tank. How terrible a loader would it take to load the cannon to do the job? Or have the Russians found a way to tame a black bear to serve as a loader?

"That's crazy. I need to use a ruler to measure it."

The tape measure sometimes used for car repairs has now become a tool for measuring the breech block. The reason why Buckman did this was not to satisfy his curiosity, but purely out of the consideration that these key data might be used in the future.

After all, even if you don't understand or guess the details of main guns like the Russians, there must be people in the rear who can understand the military industry experts. It is never bad to know the detailed data of the opponent's new equipment. explain.

He took out a ruler and marked the four corners of the famous breech block, measured it carefully, and then recorded the measured data into a small notebook as big as a palm that he carried with him.

Buckman, who was leaning against the cold turret bulkhead and holding a pencil in his hand, lowered his head to write and then noticed the shell collection box under the rear of the breech block at his feet. It was filled with more than a dozen rounds of giant propellant cartridges. Can scare people's eyes out.

"Oh my god, is this a howitzer shell? This is crazy! I have to take pictures of them all later!"

After gesticulating, the breech block was followed by the ammunition rack. Buckman, holding the pencil and notebook in his left hand, raised his right hand to fiddle with the first ammunition rack at the end of the turret. The remaining large warheads on it were each larger than a kettle. !

Buckman, who wanted to experience it for himself, put his pencil and notebook on the commander's seat aside, reached out and unlocked the projectile's fixing lock, carefully rolled down a warhead and tried to hold it in his arms to feel the weight.

The hug didn't matter. Buckman just felt like he was holding a big lump filled with lead in his hand. Without sufficient strength, he almost lost his grip and hit the ball on his feet.

Buckman, who was still frightened, swore that the weight of the projectile in his hand must be more than 20 kilograms. If he missed it and hit his foot, would he be thrown into the hospital and become a cripple?

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