Although it was too damn hard to bear, Artyom, who was a shipbuilder by trade, had indeed relied on the training of his job to build a super strong physique before he responded to the call and joined the army to protect his family and country.
This is Artyom's biggest asset and reason for becoming an elite loader, especially among the Red Army tank crews where all kinds of terrifying large-caliber tanks are rampant.
Artyom, who gritted his teeth with all his strength to fight for this breath, finally held his breath and put the thick and huge propellant barrel on the slide rail by himself, and it was ready.
"Putter! Quick!"
The other loader who had first put the projectile into the loading position of the slide rail was not idle either. Taking advantage of the gap between Artyom's arms and the launch cartridge and following him for loading, he quickly turned around and loaded it.
He placed the ejector rod against it within easy reach and took it into his hand.
Before Artyom could even finish calling for the ramrod, he had already given the other end of the ramrod to his partner.
"Ready, go!"
"Drink!!!"
Wow——
There were metallic noises coming from the friction joint between the slide rail and the breech block. The propellant barrel and the projectiles were finally manually pushed into the chamber again. After consuming a longer reloading time than the previous seven firings, it was finally completed.
.
Bang——
"Good armor-piercing bullet! Loading completed!"
Artyom pulled the breech bolt to close the lever and shouted. After finishing all this, Artyom and another assistant loader certainly knew what would happen next.
Boom——
Covering the left and right sides of the tank cap with both hands, he quickly stepped aside and raised his feet to dodge. The roaring roar of the main gun's firing echoed in his ears again, along with the formation that followed the breech block and retreated, spitting out shell casings.
A burst of scorching smoke.
The S70 130mm main gun, which is directly transplanted from the naval gun with slight modifications, does not have such a high-end thing as a barrel smoker. This is destined to mean that this vehicle-mounted version of the naval gun with a large chamber volume will be used every time.
After firing, a large amount of fire smoke will inevitably be sprayed backwards into the car.
If this is placed in a large enough space, or simply in a semi-open naval gun turret, there will of course be no problem.
But the problem is that the current carrier carrying this gun is not a warship but a tank with a small and enclosed space.
In combat mode, the is7, with all hatches closed, can only exchange air with the outside world through several small ventilation fans located at different positions in the car body and turret.
Although Shashmulin had already realized that this powerful main gun must be a big smoker when it was originally designed, so he specially added an is7 ventilation fan and used a stronger drive motor.
The operating power is improved, making it more efficient in ventilation work.
But there is one thing to say, this is still just a drop in the bucket compared to the "breech exhaust" that flows crazily into the car at an explosive rate of fire.
"Cough cough... cough cough, it's too choking! No, I have to think of a way, if this continues, a whole car of people will faint, cough cough..."
Unknowingly, Iushkin, who was already in tears, was waving his hands and complaining loudly. Malashenko, who was also smoked and had red circles in his eyes, saw that he had no other choice but to do it.
He quickly raised his hand and gave an order to Artem standing on the other side.
"Quickly, open the top cover! Push the top cover away! Quickly! Cough cough cough..."
It was not a close-quarters battle, and there were no German infantry approaching. There was really no need to worry about the grenade being thrown into the car along the open top cover. Malashenko was forced to do this.
There is nothing wrong with taking the wrong decision.
"I know, let's go! Ahem..."
Bang——
Accompanied by the sound of the turret roof being opened outwards, the air quality in the car instantly felt like it was clearing after a rain. The whole person had a feeling of "finally coming back to life".
Ushkin inevitably complained.
"There's something wrong with this cannon. The smoke is so big that it can kill people! It almost choked me to death just now, cough..."
Iushkin originally thought that Malashenko would agree with his idea, but what was waiting for him from the commander was an unthinking rebuttal on the spot.
"Thank you for being able to say it! In less than a minute, the first ammunition rack was all used up, a total of seven guns! Do you know the concept of seven guns in one minute? This is a 130 naval gun, not a small water pipe! Use your brain to think about it.
Why is it so powerful? Do you understand the chemistry of propellant conversion? Do you understand!?"
"...."
Iushkin, who just subconsciously said it casually, did realize that he went too far with his nonsense. If you really want to say who takes the blame, then he must definitely take the blame.
In other words, everyone in the car has the right to complain and complain, but he himself does not. He can fire two as strong as cattle with their feet off the ground at a fighting rate, and the smoke that cannot be discharged flows backwards into the car. If it is not
That's a hell of a thing. If you're a bit worried, you'll know who should be blamed for this problem.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense! Keep loading, it's still armor-piercing bullets! Aim at the next target, quickly!"
Taking advantage of the ventilation to take a breath, Malashenko quickly led all his crew members back to combat status.
Only when Malashenko's head moved back to the commander's periscope again, and his eyes widened to look at the outside world, did Malashenko realize that after a brief moment of losing sight, the battlefield situation had changed again.
The change.
The German heavy tanks that were originally in the rear position were now roaring around the wreckage, or directly running over the parts of smaller comrade-in-arms tanks.
Not only did these remaining German heavy tanks refuse to surrender, they dared to continue charging to the death!
Okay, if you’re looking for death, don’t blame others! I’ll fucking make it happen for you bitches!
The determined Malashenko stared at the target within sight, picked up the radio transmitter at hand and pressed the button. The order he had been holding in his heart for a while blurted out loudly.
"Change to high-explosive bombs! Concentrate your firepower on the heavy garbage aimed at the Germans! Blast these fascist bastards back into their mothers' wombs!"
The 122mm heirloom main gun used by is6 cannot defeat the King Tiger's frontal armor at normal ranges. Even to penetrate the gun mantlet, it has to be close enough. It can be said that it is close to the face and the internal and external angles are adjusted to achieve this.
This is a truth proven by many previous actual combat experiences and rear target shooting tests.
The new discarding sabot armor-piercing bullets for the 122mm gun are still being developed and improved. The batch that Kotin provided to Malashenko was the only remaining stock of the earlier test bullets. They are useless after they are used up. It is comparable to the era of queuing to be shot.
The ridiculously poor accuracy also meant that this bomb had many problems. In theory, it was a seriously unqualified test bomb that would not be mass-produced.
The new improvement plan is still being demonstrated and improved. Even if the test goes well, it will still take a certain amount of time before mass production. Therefore, the current leader happens to be in such a situation where "the only test bombs have been consumed and the new batch has the effect."
There is an awkward period of "I have to wait for better artillery shells", and there are currently no armor-piercing discarding sabots available.
Under such premise, using conventional full-caliber armor-piercing bullets to hit the King Tiger at this distance can only scratch the surface. It only makes a sound and scratches the paint, but there is no actual effect.
Since it is the Germans who charge now, I have the advantage of standing still. I am weak and I am strong.
Then why are you still standing there? Use high-explosive bombs to blast!
It’s not like King Tiger has been killed by 122mm grenades before, and more than once.
If you can do it once, you can do it a second time! Malashenko is now determined to send the "tiger killers" away with grenades of sufficient caliber.