The Tiger is the first "landscape vehicle" of your Kraut heavy-duty zoo family. The dual-flow transmission driven by the Merit double differential steering system is undoubtedly a very valuable battlefield capability.
Maybe this ability doesn't have much advantage in Hu Yi, who is originally overweight and has a rotatable turret.
But for those turret-less tanks, not just anti-tank destroyers and some self-propelled artillery, the improvement in aiming speed brought by something like dual-flow transmission is as immediate as Popeye eating spinach. It can be called
The effect is abnormal. If it is said to be doubled, is it just a matter of speculation?
The course adjustment that originally required you to reverse or move forward to increase speed, and then push the joystick as hard as you could, now only requires you to move your fingers gently and step on the pedals.
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It seems that because there is no pressure from the heavy head that originally weighed 17 tons, the combat module was replaced from the turret to four missiles that are large in size, but the total mass is definitely much lighter than the turret, thus greatly
The overall combat weight is significantly reduced, resulting in a power-to-weight ratio close to that of the original Black Panther I, and the maneuverability is greatly improved.
The headless tiger's turning speed on the spot driven by the dual-flow transmission system is obviously much faster than any of the Tiger One and Tiger King that Malashenko has seen in the past.
If it weren't for the illusion of the naked eye, Malashenko even felt that this thing was faster than the Panther 1, which also has a dual-stream transmission. The speed of turning the course and re-aiming of the car like flying is simply not that of a heavy-duty body.
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Malashenko originally thought that the reloading speed of his car with the help of the semi-automatic loader was fast enough, and he should be able to win against the German guy's broken car that had just fired on the opposite side.
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But now, the cruel reality of being slapped in the face has given Comrade Ma such a big slap in the face that his cheeks are almost blown away.
Malashenko, who made a judgment in an instant, assessed the current situation between the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield, and then realized that he might miss again, and the German headless tiger might really launch another weapon before he could fire again.
A missile.
And one's own armored cluster is about to rush into the face of the Germans. The flight time required from missile launch to acceleration and then to hit can be almost ignored, and from a perspective, it seems that there is no attack vehicle with better vision than your own.
, I can blow this thing to pieces right now.
Malashenko, who was holding the radio transmitter so hard that his heart was sweating, just watched a lot of clearly visible turret calls as far as the eye could see. He was so anxious that he didn't know who to call.
Solving the problem is just a matter of haste.
"Is it possible that this thing will take another IS7 away?"
Such an idea flashed across Malashenko's mind like lightning falling from the sky, but it only flashed for such a short moment, and was immediately erased by Malashenko in a strong denial.
"Impossible, absolutely not! All of my IS7s are full of baby bumps. I'm so fucking stupid that I'm going to beat you to death today even if I injure you! I have the advantage in terms of tonnage!"
It was too late, but it was too late. Malashenko, who had determined his will, no longer had any unnecessary hesitation, nor did he give another order to restart the maneuver after the first shot was fired, changing the firing position, so as to effectively utilize the reloading time.
After a while, Seryosha maneuvered to a firing position with a better view and stopped. Instead, he blurted out an order with a strong and unquestionable tone.
"Seryozha, step on the accelerator and rush over! If you don't stop, just kill this bastard!"
"Everyone is here, hold on tight! Get ready for impact!"
I remember the last time something like "bumper cars" happened during a confrontation with the Germans, it was at Prokhorovka on the southern line of Kursk.
The Leader's Division at that time was not a Leader's Division, it was not a division but a brigade. It had not yet won the supreme honor of "leader's name", and it was not the powerful mechanized integrated force of various arms that it is now.
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In that battle, Malashenko and his group of brothers and comrades were almost surrounded to death by three elite divisions of the German armed SS who came into battle.
With no choice but to use up all the artillery shells and no time to replenish them, the IS6 could only launch a "final charge", using its strong mobility and tonnage advantages to attack and destroy the German Panther, which was one level lighter.
The troops below have fought hard to this point. Not to mention Malashenko himself, he was almost killed by you German guy. First he abandoned the car, and then he was shot and fell to the ground. He fainted from blood loss. This was worse than before.
Every time you are closer to death.
Take the words of Vatutin, who was responsible for commanding the southern battlefield and was Malashenko’s immediate boss at the time.
If the reinforcements had arrived a little later, it would have taken even two minutes longer to apply an emergency hemostatic bandage to Malashenko and lift the stretcher.
I am afraid that from that time on, the "Tank Hero of the Motherland" will become a monument, a record, or even a memorial statue, rather than a living body to inspire people and give to the comrades around him all the time.
Their strength, belief in fighting and hope of victory exist.
At the moment when he gave the order for Seryosha to step on the accelerator and head towards the German, such a memory fragment did appear in Malashenko's mind, as vivid and clear as if it happened yesterday.
Malashenko didn't know what this meant and had no time to think. He only knew that when there was one thing that only he could do, he could never remain indifferent and wait for death.
"Comrade division commander is not a suicide captain, this is not your mission."
"What!?"
boom--
call out--
Donglong——
Familiar words echoed on the radio, and the commander's right hand, which was holding the periscope in front of him, didn't even have time to hold the transmitter.
There was a loud roar of a huge cannon, followed by a scream that broke through the sky and flames shot up into the sky, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, crackling——
He could feel his car being hit by a storm of fragments, being swept towards him and making loud noises like a rattle. One could imagine what was happening outside the car with that huge explosion at this moment.
Before Malashenko could say anything, Seryosha, who was at the front of the car and was responsible for driving, loudly reminded him of the situation in the car.
"The target has been destroyed! It was blown to pieces! Car No. 101 is the car of Comrade Deputy Division Commander!"