Rather than modifying a heavy tank on a whim, it is better to say that he used the "ex-wife" of the division commander as a stage for him to improvise. No matter what boldness he had, ideas and ideas that had never been tried before were
The creativity can be improved, such as an extra iron box installed on the back of the car.
"In Stalingrad, we tried for the first time to use wired telephones to enhance the efficiency of infantry-tank coordination, which proved to be very useful in actual combat!"
“With this in mind, I enhanced the prototype to make it even more efficient!”
"The new wired telephone is a two-way call, not the one-way call like in Stalingrad. The other party may not be aware of the poor design of the call."
"I installed electric bells inside and outside the car. The sound is not loud, which is nothing on the battlefield, but it is enough for the members in the turret and the infantry following the tank to hear. As long as one side of the microphone is picked up, the other side will
The electric bell will sound. The simple electric circuit design is not complicated. I will demonstrate it to you."
Karamov, who couldn't wait to show off his masterpiece, said hello. A soldier from the maintenance group standing on the turret immediately ordered him to get into the turret. The moment he picked up the microphone in the turret, the car followed.
There was a rapid electric buzz on the buttocks.
Jingle bell bell bell——
"How's it going? Very convenient, right? I spent a whole night designing this! And, as long as I answer the phone here..."
As soon as Karamov, who reached out and picked up the microphone while speaking, stopped moving, the rapid ringtone immediately disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few echoes still echoing in the overall empty maintenance warehouse.
"Lo and behold, the loop is disconnected and it stops ringing immediately! After the call, you just need to put it back. When it rings again next time, you only need to repeat the same operation. The simple design means that it will not have too high a sound.
Failure rate, very reliable!”
Malashenko, who witnessed the whole process of Karamov's performance, shook his eyebrows and was noncommittal. At this moment, Malashenko only had one thought in his mind.
"Damn, this bell...how does it sound like the old-fashioned bell from school when I was a kid?"
Following this familiar and familiar ringtone, he recalled that when he was a child, his teacher called him "Parent" because he often did not do his homework, and Malashenko was inevitably beaten when he returned home. He shook his eyebrows again with some resentment, and then remained calm.
The ground covered his expression and continued to speak.
"What is this thing powered by? A battery?"
When Karamov tested the phone, the tank did not warm up and start. Naturally, there was no electric motor power supply. The only answer was the obvious one.
"Yes, Comrade Commander, it's the battery."
"When designing, I took into consideration that if the motor fails or is damaged, the tank may have to continue fighting. After all, the steering wheel has a spare hand wheel."
"So I directly connected the conductive loop to the battery. Although it will increase the power consumption, it is definitely worth the money. Just imagine that when the tank breaks down or there is an emergency, I can still stay in a safe place on the fierce battlefield.
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to contact people outside at any time inside the tank?”
Karamov is not a battle-hardened tank veteran, but he is one of the closest people to those experienced tank veterans.
With his outstanding and powerful talent as a mechanic, Karamov, who has heard all kinds of suggestions, nagging, and even complaints from veterans all day long, naturally has a very clear idea of what the veterans want most and what kind of improvements they need most.
And this seemingly inconspicuous improvement in front of him is exactly the answer sheet Karamov handed over to Malashenko after summarizing all the details.
Malashenko, who took the microphone from Karamov, stepped forward to try it himself, put down the microphone in his hand and hung it up again, then picked it up again and held it in his hand.
As expected, there was a rapid ringing of an electric bell from the tank's turret. The sound was so loud that it could be clearly heard outside the tank even through the thick armor.
Judging from the decibels of this sound, it is probably not difficult to hear it on the battlefield. If you get too close, you might be startled.
"...How are the materials used in this set of designs? Are there any scarce items needed?"
Malashenko, who was thinking about something in his mind, quietly spoke and asked spontaneously. Karamov, who suddenly didn't react beside him, was stunned for a moment and then gave the answer.
"Microphones, telephone wires, bells, and a few sections of electrical wires and circuit switches are all easy to find. There is nothing scarce. Everything used in this car is recycled from scraps. It has been
Things considered broken and unusable."
I looked at the microphone in my hand, and it was indeed as Karamov said. It had a lot of scratches and an old look that smelled of the passage of time.
Knowing very well how much help this design would bring to the Red Army if it became popular, Malashenko hung up the microphone and put it back in place. Then he turned around and faced Karamo solemnly.
The husband gave the order.
"Compile all the design information for this set of equipment and draw a refined version of the design drawing for me."
"I will submit this design. If nothing else happens, our Red Army tanks will be fully popularized in the near future. I can guarantee that this thing can greatly reduce our casualties and exponentially improve the coordinated combat between infantry and tanks.
Efficiency, so we must take this matter seriously, understand?"
"If the design is approved and officially promoted for general use, I will personally apply for the award for you and do what I say."
Happiness sometimes comes so suddenly. Karamov, who only focused on creation, really didn't act for any reward.
He just wants to do a good job in his work wholeheartedly. It would be better if he could be recognized and praised by his teachers and comrades. It's that simple.
Faced with Malashenko's serious look on his face, it took a while for Karamov to calm down and straighten out his brain, and then subconsciously came out of his mouth with a quite ridiculous sentence.
.
"This... Who will this be reported to? Comrade Commander, who will reuse my design?"
Karamov asked this question subconsciously, and he felt a little regretful as soon as he said it. Although it was driven by curiosity, the principle of not asking about things that should not be asked comes first.
Fortunately, Malashenko, who was in a good mood, did not care about these trivial matters. Words that could inspire Karamov were what Malashenko wanted to see.
"Report it to Marshal Zhukov and let him judge whether your design is worthwhile. What do you think?"