Malashenko, who didn't realize what was going on, looked back again, but he immediately understood what Jack had just said, and a smile of "Bengbu is alive" appeared immediately.
face.
"I'm afraid you misunderstood, Jack. This is not a fixed load, but a sub-load. The thing you just simulated stuffing into the breech was only half of the shell, and you have to stuff the other half, so
It’s just that the loading is complete.”
"..."
Bar chirp—ba chirp—
His round bell-like eyes widened and he blinked twice. He was speechless. He rarely touched the tank himself. Most of the time he spent drawing maps in the headquarters. Jack, who was doing staff work, was a little confused. In the silence
Even his helpless blinking of eyes could be heard clearly in the silent tank.
What? An object that was so big and heavy just now was only half a cannonball? And I had to load half of the cannonballs? Is this, is this a joke on me? What a joke from hell!?
Looking at Jack's "extremely shocked and unbelievable" expression, Malashenko, who looked slightly helpless, did not continue to speak. Instead, he raised his right hand, raised his index finger, and pointed at the place under Jack's feet that was placed on the car.
After making this action, he said again.
"Here, that's it. First, pull the breech open, then stuff the projectiles into the breech, then pick up the propellant cartridge and stuff it in, confirm that the breech is closed and report that the loading is complete, and let the commander
When the gunner knows you've done it, the main gun is ready to fire at any time."
"Another thing is to remember to stay a little further away from the breech block, and don't stay within the retreat distance of the breech block. If this thing hits you hard on the chest, you have to consider whether the urn should be square or round.
Yes, it’s a matter of whether the style is engraved or not. The premise is that you didn’t die on the spot. If you still have one breath left, after all, you can’t send your body back to the country, right? Huh?”
"..."
Malashenko, who is proficient in American humor, made Jack speechless as soon as he opened his mouth. He wanted to defend himself and say something, but after thinking about it carefully, he was indeed a rookie and had nothing to say. What if he didn't?
If someone reminds me, I really don’t know anything about these dangerous mistakes and may make them at any time. I really have to thank Malashenko for this.
"In short, it's nothing too complicated. The loader's job itself is a simple job, and it only tests strength and durability. But we can't fire a few shots today, so you don't need high-intensity loading. Just do it slowly and take your time.
Remember to act within your ability, I will pay attention and check your filling process to supervise you, just do what you should do, and I will point out any problems to you."
For this group of rookies who were exposed to Soviet tanks for the first time, Malashenko had a lot to worry about, especially Jack, a senior staff officer who had barely touched a tank before, let alone stayed in a tank and charged into battle.
A guy who is fighting on the front line of the battlefield needs to be paid attention to even if he is given the simplest position of loader.
"Okay, each crew member will report the situation to me and confirm the condition of the tank."
Major General Charleson, who had commanded his own Matilda tanks since the Battle of France and led his troops in fierce battles with the Germans, and then moved to North Africa and then to the European battlefield, was certainly familiar with this process.
As soon as Malashenko opened his mouth, Major General Charlieson immediately opened his mouth to report.
"There is no problem with the sighting system, the firing mechanism of the machine gun and main gun is normal, everything is ready!"
That is to say, before Major General Charlieson finished speaking, the little Major Nero, who was staying in the driving seat at the front of the narrow and cramped car, was still busy flipping through the thick stack of customized English driver's manuals in his hand.
.
Looking at the hand-drawn schematic diagram above, and then comparing it to the actual machine reference object in front of me, I want to determine what function the piles of tractor-like joysticks on my left and right hands correspond to, what they are used for, and
What do the piles of driver's seat clock shops in front of me mean in Russian, and I didn't bother to answer Malashenko's question coming from the turret fighting room behind me.
"..."
Seeing that Little Nero didn't reply, Malashenko lowered his head and bent over, looking towards the front of the car. He saw that the scene of this guy at this moment really looked like a famous painting from later generations. The one "Going up to the car and holding it by a genius"
A U.S. military pilot learning how to land with instructions.jpg "World famous painting.
Regardless, the driver is the most technical position in the entire vehicle crew, and the upper limit of his performance can be said to be higher than that of the gunner. In actual combat, it can affect at least half of the combat effectiveness of the entire vehicle, and it may be more depending on the situation.
The proportion is greater, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the person who determines the life and death of the entire car.
With such a complicated thing, no matter who is trying it for the first time, it is probably like this. No wonder this kid was confused by a completely unfamiliar and complex operating system.
The patient Malashenko breathed a sigh of relief, then spoke again and asked again.
"Nero, are you done?"
"Hmm...ah? It's done...Oh, yes, no problem! It's basically done. I can do it. I mean I believe I can do it. I can definitely do it. I've basically figured it out.
!”
Looking at the kid's somewhat pretentious expression, Malashenko guessed that he probably couldn't believe this "all done" statement.
If it were placed on the battlefield, I would definitely not leave the life and death of everyone in the car to such a 250-year-old driver.
However, since he was not on a battlefield but on a testing ground, Malashenko, who had no intention of spending too much effort, felt relieved after thinking about it.
Anyway, it’s a flat land all the way. I don’t believe you can drive over a forty-ton thing in a place like this. Neither Anton Star nor Sergei Star is that outrageous.
So, no matter what happens, just let him go. Whether it's the mule or the horse, he can be pulled out first and let's talk about it later.
"Okay, then let's officially start. The driver will start the tank first, start in first gear, and then..."
Before Malashenko could finish his words, the whole tank suddenly felt like a house suddenly coming to life and rushed forward.
Malashenko was not sure what was going on at the driver's side, but judging from the feedback from his body, he estimated that the 250 Nero was too nervous and put it in the wrong gear. The whole tank seemed to be suffering from epilepsy.
The ground twitched forward.
Did you say the tank really started running?
No, it was just that there was no movement after the sudden tremor, and he was still far from running.
Before Malashenko could say anything, he heard a flurry of apologies coming from the driver's seat at the front of the chassis.