The fact that my precious machine gun was suddenly used was quite sudden.
Kirill, who had just become the captain of the car, had to say that this was the first time he had encountered this. Kirill, who had been staying in the car, neither received the news in advance, nor did anyone use the phone hanging on the butt of the car to call him.
He communicated, in short, he directly forcibly seized his commander's machine gun and started firing.
Would you be angry if your belongings were suddenly taken away and used without a word?
Maybe, most people should do it, but one thing is that this matter also needs to distinguish between situations and occasions.
For example, right now, the people standing outside the car and manipulating the double-jointed Deshika on the circular guide rail and shooting are their comrades and comrades-in-arms, and the targets of the concentrated fire are those who are running around like marmots.
The Germans are the enemy.
Would Kirill still be angry in this situation?
Of course not. It would be a good thing if we could kill more Germans with this dual-pack of Deshi cards.
"Continue reloading, free fire, I'll go check out the situation outside, be careful and cover me."
Since retiring from the position of loader, Kirill's physical condition has indeed improved a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye.
According to Karachev's diagnosis, Kirill is currently in the prime of his life, as long as he does not do heavy physical work that will inevitably accelerate the deterioration of his condition. Although Kirill's physical condition is not
Completely recovered, but at least it will not continue to worsen in a critical direction.
In addition, it seems that no one can say for sure what will happen in the future when we get older. It is better to leave the sequelae to the future.
Kirill, who was basically at his optimal state, opened the turret hatch above his head with almost no effort, and then cautiously poked half of his head out.
It didn't matter if Kirill didn't poke his head out. As soon as he poked his head out, he immediately felt his tank cap being hit several times with hard objects one after another, and he was caught off guard.
Kirill's ears were filled with the deafening roar of the heavy machine gun. Then he lowered his head subconsciously and glanced twice. The next thing he saw were several 12.7mm cartridges with thumb-thick shells. These broken
The thing fell into the snow on the dome of the tank turret, carrying the scalding temperature. It was now emitting white smoke, telling the story of the temperature that could make human skin scald into bubbles.
"...Fortunately it didn't fall into my neck."
It was during this brief moment that Kirill felt fortunate that the roaring heavy machine gun fire above his head suddenly stopped, followed by a sudden shout from behind.
"Hey! Comrade, this thing has run out of ammunition. Do you have any spare ones in the car?"
Following the direction of the sound, he subconsciously looked back. The first thing that caught Kirill's eyes was the absolutely huge and muscular figure of the man in front of him. It is no exaggeration to say that this guy was as strong as a bear.
The tall and big kind.
"This guy is definitely two meters tall, taller than the commander!"
Although he has left the legendary and glorious No. 177 crew and no longer works there, Kirill, who has always regarded himself as a member of the No. 177 crew, still calls Malashenko "Comrade Commander"
Rather than "Comrade Teacher".
Sometimes, being able to call Malashenko "Comrade Commander" represents a status symbol and is very cordial. It is not something you can just pull out and call someone casually.
Kirill is proud to call Malashenko in this way. The legendary No. 177 crew are comrades and brothers. Even after leaving the man of steel who united everyone and fought together,
We are still a family forever, and this will never change from beginning to end.
Behind the car, the unknown brother who met him for the first time asked him for bullets. Kirill, who knew that the war situation was urgent, took less than two seconds to react and gave the answer.
"Wait, I'll get it from the car for you!"
A heavy tank with strong armor and sharp guns is both a mobile ammunition depot and fuel depot.
The interior of the huge IS6 heavy tank not only stores enough 122mm projectiles and propellant cartridges for an entire high-intensity battle. It also carries a large number of spare bullets for coaxial machine guns and roof-mounted machine guns. All of these machine gun ammunition have been prepared in advance.
It is pressed into the ammunition chain and loaded into the ammunition box. It can be taken and used on the battlefield very conveniently without any ambiguity.
Knowing that the thing on the outside of the turret was a twin-mounted monster, Kirill simply picked up a box in each hand, lifted the two full boxes of ammunition over his head at once, and sent them out.
Two full boxes of 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets may not sound like much, but only those who really know the industry know that if you want to lift these two things above your head with one on each hand, it is worse than training with a leather-clad man in the gym locker room.
Wrestling is much more difficult.
Just because Kirill can lift two fully loaded ammunition boxes above his head, one on each hand, Yegorovich, who is also a machine gunner, knows that he can complete it without any difficulty.
The people who work here are by no means idle people.
80%...80% of this guy had the same physical work experience as me before?
Yegorovich thought as he stretched out his hands and took two boxes of ammunition at the same time.
"Take good care of my gun! I have to check it after the battle. Don't break it! If I break it, I will settle the score with you!"
The roof-mounted machine gun of Kirill's platoon-level command vehicle is really special. If you look at the entire Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, you won't find another machine gun. Even the head of the division commander Malashenko's car is on top.
All they have is a single-mounted 12.7mm Deska anti-aircraft heavy machine gun, which is a standard configuration. Top mechanic Karamov has no time to carry out one-to-one targeted magic modifications on all tanks.
Moreover, our Comrade Lao Ma himself did not raise this need, right?
A piece of flesh was blown off his left hand. It was difficult for Yegorovich, who was simply bandaged, to change ammunition. Moreover, this Deska anti-aircraft heavy machine gun was a type he rarely used. It cannot be said to be completely unfamiliar, but at least it was really impractical.
I have used it several times, and the slightly unfamiliar reloading action coupled with the serious wounds on my hands is obviously a bit slower than the smooth and smooth reloading of MG42 just now.
"Damn...damn it! My hand really hurts...fuck!"
The increasingly anxious and rough reloading action accelerated the blood circulation in his left hand, and the large amount of bright red blood overflowed from the wound, quickly soaking up the casually wrapped rag bandage.
Yegorovich, who had hung up the two ammunition boxes one by one, raised his right hand and pulled the bolt of the gun. After a crisp "click" sound, this terrifying twin-mounted 12.7 mm beast took on a new lease of life, a black and strong gun.
Once again, the mouth pointed accurately at the target with the swing of his hands.