Chapter 1238 Battlefield Ghosts (Part 2)
Karamov’s masterpiece does not end here
Instead of saying that he modified a heavy tank on a whim and whim, it is better to say that he used the "ex-wife" of the division commander as a stage for him to improvise. No matter what bold and never-before-tried ideas and creativity you have, you can try to improve it, such as an extra iron box installed on the back of the car.
"In Stalingrad, we tried for the first time to use wired telephones to enhance the efficiency of infantry and tank coordination, which was proven to be very useful in actual combat!"
“With this in mind, I enhanced the prototype to make it even more efficient!”
"The new wired telephone is a two-way call, not the one-way call that was used in Stalingrad before. The other side may not be aware of the poor design of the call."
"I installed electric bells inside and outside the car. The sound is not loud, which is nothing on the battlefield, but it is enough for the members in the turret and the infantry following the tank to hear. As long as one side of the microphone is picked up, the other side will The electric bell will sound. The simple electric circuit design is not complicated. I will demonstrate it to you. "
Karamov, who couldn't wait to show off his masterpiece, said hello. A soldier from the maintenance group standing on the turret immediately ordered him to get into the turret. The moment he picked up the microphone in the turret, the car followed. A quick buzzing sound on my butt.
Jingle bell bell bell——
"How about it? It's very convenient, right? I spent a whole night designing this! And, as long as I answer the phone here,"
As soon as Karamov, who reached out and picked up the microphone while speaking, stopped moving, the rapid ringtone immediately disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few echoes that still echoed in the overall empty maintenance warehouse.
"Lo and behold, the circuit is disconnected and it stops ringing immediately! After the call, you just need to put it back. When it rings again next time, you just need to repeat the same operation. The simple design means that it will not have too high a Failure rate, very reliable!”
Malashenko, who witnessed the whole process of Karamov's performance, shook his eyebrows and was noncommittal. At this moment, Malashenko had only one thought in his mind.
"Damn, why does this bell sound so much like the old-fashioned bell from school when I was a kid?"
Following the familiar ringtone, Malashenko recalled that when he was a child, his teacher called him "Parent" because he often didn't do his homework, and he was inevitably beaten when he returned home. He shook his eyebrows again with some resentment, and then remained calm. The ground covered his expression and continued to speak.
"What is this thing powered by? A battery?"
When Karamov tested the phone, the tank was not warmed up and started. Naturally, there was no electric motor power supply. There was only one obvious answer.
"Yes, Comrade Commander, it's a battery."
"When designing, I took into consideration that if the motor fails or is damaged, the tank may have to continue fighting. After all, the steering wheel has a spare hand wheel."
"So I directly connected the conductive loop to the battery. Although it will increase the power consumption, it is definitely worth the money. Just imagine that when the tank breaks down or there is an emergency, I can still stay in a safe place on the fierce battlefield. Wouldn’t it be great to be able to contact people outside at any time inside the tank?”
Karamov is not a battle-hardened tank veteran, but he is one of the closest people to those experienced tank veterans.
With his outstanding and powerful talent as a mechanic, Karamov, who has heard all kinds of suggestions, nagging, and even complaints from veterans all day long, naturally has a very clear idea of what the veterans want and what kind of improvements they need most.
And this seemingly inconspicuous improvement in front of him is exactly the answer sheet Karamov handed over to Malashenko after summarizing all the details.
Malashenko, who took the microphone from Karamov, stepped forward to try it himself, put down the microphone in his hand and hung it up again, then picked it up again and held it in his hand.
As expected, there was a rapid ringing of an electric bell from the tank's turret. The sound was so loud that it could be clearly heard outside the tank even through the thick armor.
Judging from the decibels of this sound, it is probably not difficult to hear it on the battlefield. If you get too close, you might be startled.
"How are the materials used in this set of designs? Are there any scarce items needed?"
Malashenko, who was thinking about something in his mind, quietly spoke and asked spontaneously. Karamov, who suddenly didn't react beside him, was stunned for a moment and then gave the answer.
"Microphones, telephone wires, electric bells, a few sections of electrical wires, and a few circuit switches are all easy to find, and there is nothing scarce. Everything used in this car was recycled from scraps. It has been Things that are considered broken and unusable.”
After looking at the microphone in his hand, it was indeed as Karamov said. It had a lot of scratches and an old look that smelled of the passage of time.
Knowing very well how much help this design would bring to the Red Army if it became popular, Malashenko hung up the microphone back to its original position and then turned around and faced Karamo solemnly. Husband gave the order.
"Compile all the design information of this set of equipment and draw a refined version of the design drawing for me."
"I will submit this design. If nothing happens, it won't be long before our Red Army tanks can be fully popularized. I can guarantee that this thing can greatly reduce our casualties and exponentially improve the coordination of infantry and tanks in combat." Efficiency, so we must take this matter seriously, understand?”
"If the design is approved and officially promoted for general use, I will personally apply for the award for you, and I will do what I say."
Happiness sometimes comes so suddenly. Karamov, who only focused on creation, really didn't act for any reward.
He just wants to do a good job in his work wholeheartedly. It would be better if he could be recognized and praised by his teachers and comrades, it's that simple.
Faced with Malashenko's serious look on his face, it took a while for Karamov to calm down and straighten out his brain. Then he subconsciously said something quite ridiculous. .
"Who will this be reported to? Comrade Commander, who will reuse my design?"
Karamov asked this question subconsciously, and he felt a little regretful as soon as he said it. Although it was driven by curiosity, the principle of not asking about things that shouldn't be asked comes first.
Fortunately, Malashenko, who was in a good mood, did not care about these trivial matters. Words that could inspire Karamov were what Malashenko wanted to see.
"Report it to Marshal Zhukov and let him judge whether your design is worthwhile. What do you think?"
