Steel Soviet Union

It is completely different from the pedal-type main gun firing device used on Soviet tanks. The Germans, who are unique in tank design and have their own unique insights, made the main gun firing device connected to the breech block into a trigger-shaped trigger. button and placed it on the turret steering wheel handle controlled by the gunner.

In this way, the gunner who can instantly operate the turret steering gear to aim at the enemy during battle can press the trigger to fire at the first time. According to the actual tests of the Germans, the hand-operated main gun firing device designed in this way is more in line with man-machine design. Efficacy needs.

Gunners with a long reflex arc often fail to keep up with the rhythm or are nervous enough to fire early when operating the pedal-type firing device. They need to use the three at the same time to aim with the naked eye, operate the main gun elevation and lowering machine and the turret steering gear with both hands, and control the firing with the soles of the feet. The difficulty of operation does indeed place extremely high requirements on the experience and proficiency of the gunner himself.

The Germans, who fully understood this, immediately changed the pedal-type main gun firing device to a trigger-type firing device that is within reach. This small change is undoubtedly for a gunner like Malashenko who has served for a long time. It is the most empathetic.

"The Germans are really striving for excellence in the design of inconspicuous details, but applying the attitude of making art to war machines is a bit too romantic and artistic."

The Germans' meticulous pursuit of perfection has given their army the most powerful war machine, but it is also this rigorous spirit of unwillingness to compromise on details that ultimately led to the German tank technology tree becoming more and more skewed. Compared with the war principle of quantity first, quality second, pursued by their opponent, the Soviet Army, in the later stages of the war, the German army that chose to take the route of elite troops was eventually submerged in the vast sea of ​​red iron currents and failed.

The perfection of the war machine created by the Germans is undeniable even to a time traveler like Malashenko. The ability to see the big from the small is enough to make Malashenko at this moment change from the ordinary car in front of him. On the Panzer III tank, we have a first glimpse of the power of the Tiger tank, which will be the most legendary heavy tank in human history in the near future and will be unrivaled.

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that it can't be as vast as T34. But if this thing really goes up against the Six Brothers Coffin and the Crusaders, it will definitely win with a beating. Sometimes it can be assigned to the wrong room. It’s the most helpless thing.”

Only when I am alone will I speak Mandarin from my past life to myself to relieve loneliness and loneliness. I fiddle with the firing device on the handle of the turret steering gear and feel the completely different feel. Malashenko, who still had a lot to learn, turned his head closer.

"Haha, it's so damn solid with frost. No wonder that guy Karamov said he could only try his best to repair it. I'm afraid this scope will be completely shattered if it is banged with just a little force."

According to Captain Karamov's previous inference after a brief inspection, these Panzer III tanks, which had not been activated for at least a week, had basically turned into steel and ice sculptures.

The originally transparent and clearly visible main gun sight lens was now just a thin piece of glass that was smeared with frost. In Malashenko's eyes, it looked like the surface of a window that had not been cleaned for a long time in the cold winter. Like this Under normal circumstances, let alone using this thing to target enemies, even the most basic observation of the situation within the field of view is simply impossible.

He stretched out his right hand wearing a black leather glove and gently touched the frost-covered sight in an attempt to clear his field of vision. However, the hard frost, which had already been shaken by the temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero, stood as majestic as an iron plate. Even if it doesn't move, Malashenko's right index finger can't scrape off even a little bit of it even with a little force.

After trying for a while and ultimately in vain, a somewhat frustrated Malashenko finally had no choice but to give up.

"Forget it, let's let professionals like Karamov handle it later. My fussy fingers may crush this thing with force in a while."

He moved his sight away from the gun scope in front of him and stepped on the neatly stacked 50mm custom-made artillery shells at his feet. For some unknown reason, the Germans did not clear these shells out of the tank and store them separately. Obviously, there was something wrong with the German approach. It exceeded Malashenko's expectations.

"The tanks are frozen like this and they still expect to go into battle at any time without clearing out the ammunition racks and storing them separately. I really don't know whether these Germans are really fearless or too naive."

After stepping on the ammunition rack on the car body, which was also covered with a thick layer of frost, there was no longer anything of interest. Malashenko took out a cigarette from his pocket and quickly put it into his mouth. , leaping up to the outside of the turret with a cool and neat one-hand gesture.

Iushkin, who was holding a large wrench to remove ice outside the turret, turned around when he heard the sound. Malashenko, who was sitting on the turret hatch with a cigarette in his mouth and was reaching for a lighter, appeared immediately. in front of him.

"Comrade Commander, do you have any more? Give me one too."

Not surprised by the request from Iushkin, Malashenko reached out and took out a lighter and did not raise his head until he lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"Don't you have tobacco? I remember you had a lot of tobacco two days ago, and you smoked it all so quickly?"

"How can those Mahe tobaccos be as easy to smoke as your officers' cigarettes? I'm tired of smoking them every day. I gave all the remaining tobacco to Nikolai yesterday."

After hearing the answer from Iushkin's mouth, Malashenko couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Knowing that this guy was no less a smoker than himself, Malashenko seemed very surprised by this.

"You gave him all the tobacco, so why do you smoke it yourself?"

"I'm going to shoot you. Do you still need to ask? You have so many officer rations every month, so it doesn't matter if you give me some points, right?"

"Speak humanly and don't talk about useless things. Did you secretly get something good?"

Seeing that the random excuses that came out of his mouth were not able to deal with Malashenko, Iushkin, who looked a little embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head because his mind was read, then slowly told Malashenko the truth.

"We conducted a counter-assault in Leningrad and killed an infantry company of the Germans. That was after you returned to Moscow to recuperate."

"I searched the corpses of those Germans one by one. In addition to looking for food, I also looked for cigarettes. But I didn't expect to find so many. Comrade Commander, each of those Germans had at least two packs of cigarettes. There are more than three or four bags, it’s just a little treasure trove.”