Chapter 1306 Comrade, here are two boxes of bullets!

The fact that my precious machine gun was suddenly used by someone was actually quite sudden.

Kirill, who had just become the captain of the car, had to say that this was the first time he had encountered this. Kirill, who had been in the car the whole time, neither received the news in advance, nor did anyone use the phone hanging on the butt of the car to contact him. He communicated, in short, he directly forcibly occupied his commander's machine gun and started firing.

Would you be angry if your belongings were suddenly taken away and used without a word?

Maybe, most people should do it, but one thing is that this matter also needs to distinguish between situations and occasions.

For example, right now, the people standing outside the car manipulating the double-jointed Deshika on the circular guide rail and shooting are their comrades and comrades-in-arms, and the targets of the concentrated fire are those who are running around like marmots. The Germans are the enemy.

Would Kirill still be angry in this situation?

Of course not. It would be a good thing if we could kill more Germans with this dual-mounted Deshi card.

"Continue to reload and fire freely. I'll go check out the situation outside. Be careful and cover me."

Since retiring from the position of loader, Kirill's physical condition has indeed improved a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

According to Karachev's diagnosis, Kirill is now in the prime of his life, as long as he does not do heavy physical work that will inevitably accelerate the deterioration of his condition. Although Kirill's physical condition has not fully recovered, at least it will not continue to deteriorate in a critical direction.

In addition, it seems that no one can say for sure what will happen in the future when we get older. It is better to leave the sequelae to the future.

Kirill, who was basically at his optimal state, opened the turret hatch above his head with almost no effort, and then cautiously poked half of his head out.

It didn't matter if Kirill didn't poke his head out. As soon as he poked his head out, he immediately felt his tank cap being hit several times with hard objects one after another, and he was caught off guard.

Kirill's ears were filled with the deafening roar of the heavy machine gun. Then he lowered his head subconsciously and glanced twice. The next thing he saw were several 7mm cartridges with thumb-thick shells. These broken things fell into the snow on the tank turret dome with scalding heat, and now they were emitting white smoke, telling the story of the temperature that could scald human skin into bubbles.

"Fortunately it didn't fall into my neck."

It was during this brief moment that Kirill felt lucky that the roaring heavy machine gun fire above his head suddenly stopped, followed by a sudden shout from behind.

"Hey! Comrade, this thing is out of ammunition. Do you have any spare ones in the car?"

Following the direction of the sound, he subconsciously looked back. The first thing that caught Kirill's eyes was the absolutely huge and muscular figure of the man in front of him. It is no exaggeration to say that this guy was as strong as a bear. The tall and big kind.

"This guy is definitely two meters tall, taller than the commander!"

Although he has left the legendary and glorious No. 177 crew and no longer works there, Kirill, who has always regarded himself as a member of the No. 177 crew, still calls Malashenko "Comrade Commander" Rather than "Comrade Teacher".

Sometimes, being able to call Malashenko "Comrade Commander" represents a status symbol and is very friendly. It is not something you can just pull out and call someone casually.

Kirill is proud to call Malashenko in this way. The legendary No. 177 crew is a comrade and a brother. Even after leaving the body of steel that unites everyone and fights together, we are still a family forever, and this will never change from beginning to end.

Behind the car, this unknown brother who was meeting for the first time asked him for bullets. Kirill, who knew that the war situation was urgent, took less than two seconds to react and gave the answer.

"Wait, I'll get it for you in the car!"

A heavy tank with strong armor and sharp guns is both a mobile ammunition depot and fuel depot.

Inside the large IS6 heavy tank, there are not only enough 122 mm projectiles and propellant cartridges stored for an entire high-intensity battle. At the same time, it also carries a large number of spare bullets for coaxial machine guns and roof-mounted machine guns. These machine gun ammunition have all been prepared in advance and pressed into bullet belts and loaded into ammunition boxes. They can be easily used on the battlefield without any problems. vague.

Knowing that the thing on the outside of the turret was a twin-mounted monster, Kirill simply picked up a box in each hand, lifted the two full boxes of ammunition over his head at one time, and sent them out.

Two full boxes of 7mm heavy machine gun bullets may not sound like much, but only those who really know the industry know that if you want to lift these two things above your head with one hand on each hand, it is worse than practicing with a man in a leather jacket in the gym locker room. Wrestling is much more difficult.

Just based on Kirill's ability to lift two full ammunition boxes above his head, one on each hand, Yegorovich, who is also a machine gunner, knew that he could complete it without any difficulty. The people who work in this job are by no means idlers.

It's 80% likely that this guy had the same manual labor background as me before?

Yegorovich thought as he stretched out his hands and took two boxes of ammunition at the same time.

"Take good care of my gun! I have to check it after the battle. Don't break it! If you break it, I will settle the account with you!"

The roof-mounted machine gun of Kirill's platoon-level command vehicle is really special. If you look at the entire Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, you won't find another one. Even the top of the head of the division commander Malashenko's car is only a single-mounted 7mm Deska anti-aircraft heavy machine gun. It is a standard configuration. Top mechanic Karamov has no time to test all of them. tanks, carry out one-on-one targeted magic modifications.

Moreover, our Comrade Lao Ma himself did not raise this need, right?

A piece of flesh was blown off his left hand, which was simply bandaged. It was difficult for Yegorovich to change ammunition, and the Deshka anti-aircraft heavy machine gun was a type he rarely used. I can't say that I am completely unfamiliar with it, but at least I haven't actually used it a few times. The slightly unfamiliar reloading action and the serious wounds on my hands are obviously slower than the smooth and smooth reloading of MG42 just now.

"Damn it! My hands really hurt!"

The more anxious and rough the reloading action accelerated the blood circulation in his left hand. The bright red blood overflowed from the wound and soon became soaked in the casually wrapped rag bandage.

After hanging up the two ammunition boxes one by one, Yegorovich raised his right hand and pulled the gun bolt. After a crisp sound, the terrifying double-mounted 7mm beast once again took on a new lease of life. The black and sturdy gun Once again, the mouth pointed accurately at the target with the swing of his hands.