Steel Soviet Union

It was a bit awkward to drive a tank with only two people. In the empty turret, only Malashenko was sitting alone. The feeling of extreme discomfort lingered in Malashenko's heart.

哢达——

A dazzling flame instantly jumped from the wick of the lighter as Malashenko pressed the pulley with his finger, and Malashenko, who was accustomed to using cigarettes to relieve any discomfort that made him feel, remained the same as before.

The sound and movements of Malashenko lighting the fire attracted the attention of Second Lieutenant Ivanov, who was driving the tank. He frowned slightly and then blurted out to Malashenko.

"Comrade Malashenko, smoking is prohibited inside the tank. If you do this, it is likely to cause disaster."

He took a sip of the cigarette and extinguished the flame in his hand. Malashenko, who looked very dismissive in both facial expression and words, then spoke lightly.

"Smoking in the car won't kill you. What can really kill you are those Krauts' armor-piercing bullets. The chance that your smoking a cigarette will cause a fire and cause a car crash and death is one in 100,000, and those Krauts Once an armor-piercing bullet hits a car, it will 100% kill you."

"Also, don't call me Comrade Malashenko when I'm in the tank. Remember to call me Comrade Commander."

Despite his high emotional intelligence, Second Lieutenant Ivanov is still just a white-faced scholar who has stepped onto the battlefield for the first time. Dogmatism and scripted teachings are full of traces on this young man who has not yet experienced war.

If you want to work under him, you must correct these shortcomings for him. Gentle scholars cannot defeat those Germans. Only battlefield hooligans who are brave and cruel and murderous can make those Germans feel the fear that penetrates into their souls and experience it. After hearing many things, Malashenko was very sure that his thoughts were correct.

For a long time, Second Lieutenant Ivanov had imagined that the Red Army tank hero Malashenko should be a very tall person. In addition, the editorial board of Pravda always fabricated and polished some high-profile statements published by Malashenko "personally" Second Lieutenant Ivanov, who knew nothing about the truth, had always thought that Malashenko was a tank hero who was knowledgeable and brave at the same time.

It is true to say that Malashenko is a tank hero. If he is knowledgeable, it is not too much to say that the level of international students in later generations is considered in this era.

Second Lieutenant Ivanov's mistake was that he mistook Malashenko for a tall battlefield knight. In fact, Malashenko, who had been turned into a veteran, was an out-and-out battlefield hooligan.

Smoking in the tank and swearing have long been Malashenko's normal routine. Using all methods and means to destroy the enemy is Malashenko's fundamental purpose.

At least from this point of view, the Malashenko who exists in reality is very different from the Paul Korchagin who has been modified and reproduced in literature. Between the steel hero who inspired countless Soviet young people to work hard and the tank hero who killed the Germans and defeated them, there is no doubt that they are two different dimensions and cannot be equated.

Second Lieutenant Ivanov, who was stunned by Malashenko and didn't know what to do or answer for a moment, closed his mouth unhappily and leaned against Malashenko, who was sitting on his captain's seat with his legs spread out. The nerve stimulation brought by nicotine has almost reached the rest station, and Malashenko can almost smell the smell of blood and gunpowder remaining in the air.

There were also some very subtle episodes when returning to the station.

After receiving the tank from Moscow, it immediately rushed to the front line and returned to the battlefield. Malashenko's IS1 prototype tank car did not have any painting or markings and looked very abrupt.

The dark green factory default paint did not even have time to paint on the winter white paint due to the rush of time. The IS1 prototype tank speeding forward in the snow looked so abrupt and conspicuous. If this tank hadn't come from the direction of Moscow, the security tanks stationed outside the station would have almost destroyed Malashenko as an enemy.

"Damn it, Malashenko! You should at least send a telegram. If not, you should make a phone call! Just now, the sentry tank of the Second Battalion almost killed you with one shot, thinking you were a German!"

"Kill my new car with one shot? Haha!"

As if he heard some funny joke, Malashenko almost grinned from ear to ear. He didn't understand why Malashenko suddenly laughed. Lavrinenko looked confused. After laughing for a while, Lavrinenko almost made Lavrinenko laugh. Linenko felt some chills in his back and Malashenko finally spoke slowly.

"The new tank I brought this time is the latest IS1 heavy tank prototype. Although it is not yet perfect due to the rush of time, it is undoubtedly the most powerful heavy tank in the world."

"Not to mention the 76 guns on the ordinary KV1 tanks of our regiment, even the 88 guns of the Germans and our own latest 85 guns cannot penetrate her armor 100%! This is an unprecedented new type of armor protection. The heavy tank will completely change the heavy tank force of our Red Army when it is officially mass-produced next year, believe me.”

There were only a few days left before the arrival of 1942. With his own foresight and suggestions to Kotin, Malashenko had reason to believe that the IS1 would completely replace the KV1 heavy tank in 1942 and become the Soviet armored force's counterattack. Optimus Prime, the premier German Tiger tank.

As for those little tattered T34 tanks, Malashenko curled his lips with an imperceptible expression after thinking, real men should drive heavy tanks! What's the difference between not having thick and reliable armor protection and being a pussy? ? Tanks also need to show off their muscles, right?

"New heavy tank!? Can it still withstand the German's 88 gun???"

It was almost impossible to believe that what Malashenko said was true. Lavrinenko really couldn't imagine what kind of armor a tank that could withstand the German 88 gun had.

You must know that the 88 gun is so powerful that it almost tore through the armor of the turret itself and the gun mantlet of Lavrinenko's castrated KV220 prototype! The 88-88 gun, as ferocious as a prehistoric monster, was a god of war on the battlefield in 1941.

Seeing that Lavrinenko was a little surprised and disbelieving, Malashenko immediately brought his old classmate and deputy to his brand new car, and spoke to the two staring eyes with an extremely proud and thoughtful tone. The sleek Lavrinenko extended his hand and introduced.

"Although it is not 100% resistant to the German 88 guns, the immunity area of ​​the frontal armor can still reach more than half, and it also comes with tilt and arc ricochet angles. What else do you want to ask for after having her?"