Chapter 2487 Heavy Armored Dump Truck

The Tiger is the first "pioneering vehicle" of your Kraut heavy-duty zoo family. The dual-flow transmission driven by the Merit double differential steering system is undoubtedly a very valuable battlefield capability.

Maybe this ability can't be seen as a big advantage in Hu Yi, who is originally overweight and has a rotatable turret.

But for those turret-less tanks, not just anti-tank destroyers and some self-propelled artillery, the improvement in aiming speed brought about by dual-flow transmission is as immediate and as effective as Popeye eating spinach. The effect is abnormal. If it is said to be doubled, is it just a matter of speculation?

The heading adjustment that might have required you to reverse or move forward first to increase speed, and then push the joystick as hard as you could, can now be done easily by simply moving your fingers and stepping on the foot pedal. Finish.

It seems that because there is no pressure from the heavy head that originally weighed 17 tons, the combat module was replaced from the turret to four missiles that although large in size, but the total mass is definitely much lighter than the turret, thus greatly The overall combat weight has been significantly reduced, resulting in a power-to-weight ratio close to that of the original Black Panther I, and its maneuverability has been greatly improved.

The headless tiger's turning speed on the spot driven by the dual-flow transmission system is obviously much faster than any of the Tiger One and Tiger King that Malashenko has seen in the past. 6̳̳

If it weren't for the illusion of the naked eye, Malashenko even felt that this thing was faster than the Black Panther 1, which also had a dual-stream transmission. The speed of turning the course and re-aiming of the flying car was simply not that of a heavy-duty body. .

Malashenko originally thought that the reloading speed of his car with the help of the semi-automatic loader was fast enough, and he should be able to win against the German guy's broken car that had just fired on the opposite side. .

But now, the cruel reality of being slapped in the face has given Comrade Ma such a big slap in the face that his cheeks almost flew away.

Malashenko, who made a judgment in an instant, assessed the current situation between the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield, and then realized that he might overturn and miss again, and the German headless tiger might really launch another weapon before he could fire again. A missile.

And one's own armored cluster is about to rush into the face of the Germans. The flight time required from missile launch to acceleration and then to hit can be almost ignored, and from the perspective, it seems that there is no attack vehicle with better vision than your own. , I can blow this thing to pieces right now.

Malashenko, who was holding the radio microphone so hard that his heart was sweating, just watched a lot of clearly visible turret calls as far as the eye could see. He was so anxious that he didn't know who to call. Solving troubles is just a matter of haste.

"Is it possible that this thing will take another IS7 away?"

Such an idea flashed through Malashenko's mind like lightning falling from the sky, but it only flashed for such a short moment, and was immediately erased by Malashenko in a strong denial.

"Impossible, absolutely not! All of my IS7s are full of baby bumps. I'm so stupid that I'm going to beat you to death today even if I injure you! I have the advantage in terms of tonnage!"

It was too late, but it was too late. Malashenko, who had determined his will, no longer hesitated at all, let alone gave another order to restart the maneuver and change the firing position after the first shot was fired, so as to effectively utilize the reloading time. After a while, Seryosha, who had maneuvered to a firing position with a better view, stopped the car. Instead, an order with a strong and unquestionable tone was blurted out.

"Seryozha, step on the accelerator and rush over! If you don't stop, just kill this bastard!"

"Everyone is here, hold on tight! Get ready for impact!"

I remember the last time something like "bumper cars" happened during a fight with the Germans. It was at Prokhorovka on the southern line of Kursk.

The leader's division at that time was not a leader's division, it was not a division but a brigade. It had not yet won the supreme honor of "leader's name", and it was not the powerful mechanized integrated force of various arms that it is now. .

In that battle, Malashenko and his group of brothers and comrades were almost surrounded by three German elite divisions of the armed SS.

With no choice but to use up all its artillery shells and no time to replenish them, the IS6 could only launch a "final charge", using its strong mobility and tonnage advantages to destroy and destroy the German Panther.

The troops below have fought hard to this point, not to mention Malashenko himself, who was almost killed by you German guy. First he abandoned the car, then he was shot and fell to the ground, and fainted from blood loss. He was closer to death than ever before.

Take the words of Vatutin, who was responsible for commanding the southern battlefield and was Malashenko's immediate boss at the time.

If the reinforcements had arrived a little later, it would have taken even two minutes longer to apply an emergency hemostatic bandage to Malashenko and put him on a stretcher.

I am afraid that from that time on, the "tank hero of the motherland" will become a monument, a record, or even a memorial statue, rather than a living body to inspire people and give to the comrades around him all the time. The existence of their strength, belief in fighting and hope of victory.

At the moment when he gave the order for Seryosha to step on the accelerator and hit the German, such a memory fragment did appear in Malashenko's mind, as vivid and clear as if it happened yesterday.

Malashenko didn't know what this meant and had no time to think. He only knew that when there was one thing that only he could do, he could never remain indifferent and wait for death.

"Comrade division commander is not a death-defying captain. This is not your mission."

"What!?"

boom--

call out--

Donglong——

Familiar words echoed on the radio, and the commander's right hand, which was holding the periscope in front of him, didn't even have time to hold the transmitter.

There was a loud roar of a huge cannon, followed by a scream that broke through the sky, accompanied by flames that shot into the sky and shook the heaven and the earth.

Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, crackling——

He could feel his car being hit by a storm of fragments, being swept head-on and ringing like a rattle. One could imagine what was happening outside the car with that huge explosion at this moment.

Before Malashenko could say anything, Seryosha, who was at the front of the car and was in charge of driving, sounded a loud reminder in the car.

"The target has been destroyed! It was blown to pieces! Car No. 101 is the car of Comrade Deputy Division Commander!"