Chapter 1463 April Fool's Day Special Chapter: Future Storm (1)
"Every night when I look up at the stars, I sometimes can't help but think..."
"Why do I, a person from the future, have to endure everything this shit time traveler has to do? I understand the truth, have insight into the future, and have countless high-tech weapons of the 21st century in my head. Why do I have to use these old-fashioned weapons and equipment to fight with German sticks now?
Just?"
"I've had enough of all this, and I hope to make changes. No matter how it is achieved, I just want a result, a combat model that can control the advanced weapons and equipment of the future to crush the enemy..."
"In the end, it really came true, just like a child who makes a wish on Christmas Eve and it will come true the next morning when he opens his eyes..."
call out--
boom--
Da da da da——
"Comrade Commander, Comrade Commander! Wake up! Wake up!"
"Well......"
The tearing pain that was so strong that it almost lifted the Tianling Cap came from his forehead. Not knowing what caused all this or what happened, he subconsciously raised his right arm towards the point where the pain was the strongest.
He reached out to cover the area between his eyebrows, trying to relieve it a little bit, even just a little bit.
"What the hell is going on? I, what am I doing? WTF...WTF!?"
What appeared in front of Malashenko, whose vision gradually became clearer, was a large pile of electronic devices and buttons that seemed to be piled up in a disorderly manner. In fact, each of them had a corresponding function and important role. This sudden feeling was like
It was like a programmer getting into a large computer room to repair equipment. His eyes were full of electronic components. Malashenko was a little crazy for a while.
"Wait...I...I am..."
"I remembered, I am not Malashenko! At least I am not Malashenko in this timeline! I just came here with this name and identity to kill those Germans, that's all."
The memories that crazily flooded into the mind in an instant surged down like a flood that burst a dam. Most people who took a time machine for the first time would feel this way. It's not a big deal.
But this person named Malashenko and using the body of Malashenko, is he Malashenko in that timeline?
This is not important, what is important is that the German guys opposite who are still using World War II fire sticks are going to be in trouble soon.
"Iushkin, Seryosha, report the situation! How is our car!?"
The words blurted out instantly without thinking, crisply and neatly. It was obvious that Malashenko had now figured out who he was and what he should do now.
"The front of the car was hit by a bullet. It was a German Long 88! Several pieces of the anti-explosive missile were blown away. The main armor belt is intact, the weapon system is normal, the turret servo mechanism is fine, the power supply system is good, and the automatic loader is fine.
, it depends on Seryozha."
"The power system is normal! The engine and transmission system are running in full condition, and our baby has no problem at all!"
The high-frequency roar of the gas turbine came loudly from the power compartment at the rear of the car body. The high-decibel noise made Malashenko only able to hear each other clearly with the help of the crew's radio intercom.
Fortunately, the new tank hat has integrated the radio dialogue system into the hat, completely abandoning the old-fashioned radio transmitter.
Malashenko only needs to press the edge of the hat on the ear, and the commands of Comrade Commander can be conveyed to the ears of every member of the crew.
"Very good! Start the tanks and let's go! Let's go kill some Germans and have fun!"
"No problem, Comrade Commander!"
The 1,250-horsepower gas turbine roared and roared under Seryosha's precise driving, and it surged into the air instantly. After special improvements, this T80u-m2 main battle tank, which has a total combat weight of 50.2 tons, is still highly efficient.
The power-to-weight ratio drives the heavy steel body to fly at extremely high speeds.
The T80u-m2, covered in "Fossil 2" type explosive reactive armor, is like a ferocious steel monster armed to the teeth.
With the rapid rotation of the turret, the high 125mm main gun is like a black hole with a bloody mouth, flashing with a deadly light. The almost unbelievable racing speed is not like the main tank of this era at all.
What they had was, in the eyes of the Germans, more like a barrel truck of their own that was hurtling forward with the accelerator pressed to death.
"Oh! That monster is out again! The shot just now didn't kill it!"
"Hide, hide quickly! Let our Ferdinand kill it, and then shoot it again! Hurry!"
The panicked German soldiers were shouting and running around like frightened rabbits. It could be seen that they had already fought against this terrible monster not long ago, but they were originally very confident that they could kill their opponents.
That shot was obviously useless.
"Iushkin, straight ahead! The Kraut's scrap metal man is crossing the road! Kill him!"
"I saw it, clearly, taking aim! Armor-piercing projectiles are being loaded!"
The control of ammunition selection is usually carried out by Iushkin, the gunner. Of course, there is also a button for selecting ammunition types on the commander's terminal on Malashenko's side, but under normal circumstances, the commander does not have to do it himself.
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After pressing the corresponding button on the control panel in front of you to select the type of ammunition, the electric-driven automatic loader wheel quickly rotates one gear to the corresponding position.
The two-stage toggle loading tool quickly rises up with a crisp mechanical noise, like a big hand, quickly lifting the two-stage armor-piercing projectile part and propellant package to the same central axis.
, the position of the gun breech loading port is still to be determined.
The ejector rod, which is also powered by electricity, operates accurately and forwards. The projectile and propellant package placed in a straight line on the toggle-type ammunition loader are pushed into the chamber together in an instant.
At the moment when the toggle loader finished loading and started to fall, the dull sound of the breech block closing sounded at almost the same moment.
"Range measurement completed, automatic meter installation is complete! Ready to go!"
"Fire!"
boom--
Even in a special situation that was confusing and confusing, the tacit cooperation between Iushkin and Malashenko remained the same without any weakening.
The T80U-M2 main battle tank, which maintained a forward speed of 40 kilometers per hour, opened fire. The vertical and horizontal bidirectional stabilizers efficiently maintained the precise operation and gun control accuracy of the main gun. The muzzle of the 125 mm smoothbore gun sprayed out a stream of
A huge and dazzling orange-red fire light quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only blue smoke floating in the air.
What is invisible to the naked eye is the fin-stabilized sabot body of the armor-piercing projectile that rushes out of the muzzle, throws off the shell, and rushes straight toward the target like an arrow from the string.
With an astonishing muzzle velocity of up to 1850 meters per second, it was almost impossible to hit a target less than one kilometer away. The abnormal destruction that spanned time and space soon came to the head of this unlucky scrap metal man.