Chapter 1698 What the hell kind of design is this?

How disgusting is the "more disgusting" that Iushkin said?

It was almost as disgusting as even Malashenko, who traveled through time in the 21st century and had stronger mental endurance and had seen more of the world, agreed with Iushkin's words.

Because the armor-piercing bullets were fired diagonally into the car, the second puddle of stinky meat on the seat was far more disgusting than the first puddle.

The previous puddle of stinky meat could at least leave a headless corpse, but this second puddle was better. The entire upper body from the waist up disappeared, leaving only the part below the belly button sitting on the chair.

The intestines exposed from the lower body were mixed with a bunch of connected organs, splattering everywhere. The blood had already soaked the entire seat, and the "mysteriously missing" upper body fell on the car body floor next to the seat, which was shocking.

"I said, why don't we change cars? There are a lot of wrecks out there? After this thing is taken care of, we can all go and change clothes directly. Who can bear this?"

Naturally, Iushkin had a look of reluctance written on the mask of pain, but Malashenko, who didn't have a strong feeling about it, actually had some thoughts on giving Iushkin a chance.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. You go and get the lower body, and I'll pick up the upper body and get it out. Work quickly.

Although it is a bit bad, Malashenko did deliberately leave the lower body to Iushkin. Wouldn't it be good for the young man to take the opportunity to exercise? Malashenko, who was secretly happy, thought so.

"Oh, that's disgusting! This fascist pig must have been hit in the navel by an armor-piercing bullet. Which Sukka can kill people in the car through armor?"

After working for a while, Malashenko and Iushkin, together with Artyom and Seryosha who were outside the car, finally cleaned up the stinking mess in the car. . You no longer have to worry about slipping while looking around in the car and falling into a pile of smelly meat, leaving your face covered in bloody stench.

"The breech block was shot and penetrated. The warhead passed diagonally from the breech of the gun. Well, this thing is definitely not usable. If you force the gun to fire, it will definitely blow up the barrel."

Due to the characteristics of his job, what Iushkin is most interested in is naturally the huge 128mm PAK 44 anti-tank gun of the Jagdtiger.

The huge bullet hole in the breech block silently indicated that this thing could no longer fire, at least not until it was repaired. Whoever fires the cannon will blow up the barrel, and he will definitely be killed at such a close range. Iushkin has no interest in this kind of test.

But what surprised Iushkin even more was the unique structural design of the German's super cannon.

Iushkin is very proficient in the main gun configuration of ordinary tank destroyers and has seen it many times. He has seen it in his own anti-tank destroyer and captured German vehicles. They are nothing more than high and low machines similar to tanks. Designed with steering wheel.

It's just that the steering wheel of the tank destroyer is used to adjust the left and right firing range of the main gun, not the rotation of the turret. After all, this thing does not have a turret itself. Generally speaking, it will be such a design, at least the actual cars Iushkin has seen are like this.

But the oversized main gun in front of me was connected to the breech block by a miniature crane fixed on the ceiling of the fighting room. It was obviously in a hanging posture.

Continuing to look at the structural design, Iushkin discovered that the equipment that controls the small crane on the roof and ceiling is exactly the two adjusting handwheels of a general tank destroyer.

After holding the handwheel and trying it out, Iushkin unexpectedly discovered that it was this small crane that controlled the main gun's left and right firing range adjustment and high and low pitch angles. Such a unique design was eye-opening to Yiushkin for the first time. Ushkin was surprised.

"What the hell kind of design is this? Why do the Germans use a small crane to control the main gun adjustment? Which idiot designed such a complicated mechanical structure?"

While complaining, he also scolded the German designer, which shows that Iushkin really doesn't understand. At this time, a knowledgeable and knowledgeable comrade, the commander, is needed to answer questions.

"This thing has a 128mm caliber, which is larger than the caliber of our main gun."

"The Germans are careless in making cannons. No matter what kind of cannon they are, they are very heavy. Cannons of the same or similar caliber are much heavier than our Red Army. In addition, this thing itself has a large caliber of 128 mm, so it is naturally heavier. It’s too heavy. It’s already beyond the limit that ordinary mechanical structures can bear. The Germans can only use this crane to assist in the adjustment of the main gun. Don’t you feel stupid?”

Listening to Malashenko's explanation, he glanced at the indescribably large gun breech next to him. Iushkin didn't know what to say and could only complain.

"Well, if we could win this fight, Hitler would run naked in the streets! What kind of junk are these?"

Listening to Iushkin's constant complaints, Malashenko could only smile casually and say nothing.

Compared with the existing history of the world before he traveled through time, the German guy's premature hunting tiger was still exactly the same as the hunting tiger in the timeline where he did not exist. Malashenko didn't find anything strange in the commander's position, just the mechanical equipment and optical sights commonly used in the commander's position by some Germans. However, the magnification and field of view of the commander's periscope were indeed very comfortable.

Well, the sights made by Zeiss are indeed amazing! Malashenko has always admired the Tiger style since it was so shabby.

But this still cannot change the fate of these broken cars of the Germans. In the face of the power of a loving father, they can only be beaten back into their mother's womb and rebuilt.

"This thing is actually a sub-loaded ammunition? I thought the Germans only used fixed-loaded ammunition, but I didn't expect that they would also use this."

Artyom, who corresponds to his job, is of course interested in the ammunition racks in the car. There are two ammunition racks of different specifications, which store 128 mm full-caliber projectiles and propellant cartridges respectively. Artyom, who had never seen a German armored vehicle use reloading ammunition, was actually a little surprised.

"Hey, this is a 128mm main gun! It's a 128mm fixed-loaded ammunition. Do you think the Germans are the Aryan supermen that Hitler boasted about? Who can move this thing? Just think about it and you will know that it will definitely be a split-loaded ammunition. , the shells are heavier than ours."

Iushkin, who had a piece of cloth under his buttocks to prevent himself from bleeding all over his buttocks, turned around from the gunner's seat and complained to Artyom.

Before Iushkin could finish his words, Malashenko, who was sitting in the commander's seat on the other side of the barrel, also had something to say.

"But the personal workload is much easier than Artem's. Have you forgotten that there are four people in the fighting room? This thing has a dual loader configuration. One person loads the projectiles and the other carries the propellant cartridge. The loading speed is faster than ours The car is much faster.”