"Keep driving! Don't stop, take us to our destination!"
"But the main gun is out of service! No one is operating the gun now!"
"Shut up and let me do it!"
Before the loader's anxious shouts could finish, Sulovechenko, who had brushed aside his comrades in the car, stepped forward, got through the infantry compartment at the rear of the vehicle, and came to the combat compartment in the middle of the vehicle that was connected to it.
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The commander, who was sacrificed in his combat position, was still lying dead on his seat at this moment, and continued to "hang" there.
It was said that it was hanging because the commander's upper body was almost nailed to the seat board by the 88mm rocket.
Except for the ribs with some skin attached and hanging tendons, only the last bit of meat is left hanging down the lower body. The entire upper body has almost been completely separated from the lower body from the chest down. It is impossible to imagine that this rocket kept the engine running in the last few seconds.
, what kind of huge impact did it take to create this appearance?
It is meaningless at this moment to worry about the pain Comrade Commander went through before he died.
The top priority is to quickly dispose of the body of comrade commander and free up the commander's seat, which is covered in blood and minced meat. More importantly, it is important to remove the 88mm rocket whose fuse is intact or not.
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This thing is now a fucking unstable bomb. Once it explodes in the car, it can kill everyone in the car.
"Come on, give me a hand! Hold on!"
Sulovchenko, who was holding the rocket tail in his hand, called on his comrades to lend a hand to help him. The soldier immediately stepped forward and reached out to support the shaky upper body of the commander, holding his hands on the upper body.
With a little effort, blood splattered everywhere on the spot.
".The essence of dog day!"
When a person dies and the blood has not yet dried up, the blood remaining in the upper body spurts out instantly as soon as it is squeezed by an external force.
Sulovechenko, whose face was sprayed with warm blood, didn't bother to wipe it. After confirming that the upper body of the commander's body was supported, he pulled it out hard. The front end of the warhead was stuck in the seat panel.
was pulled out directly.
"Fortunately. The warhead has been deformed by the impact, and it looks like it can no longer be used."
Although I felt a little happy in my heart, I didn't dare to stop at all in the movements of my hands.
I used my free left hand to push open the commander's hatch above my head, stood up straight, and could feel the hot tail of the unexploded rocket even with my gloves on. I couldn't wait to get rid of this hot potato.
Sulovechenko threw it diagonally above his head, and the 88mm rocket that took away the life of the commander was spun and thrown out of the vehicle.
"Okay, move people away! Quick!"
As soon as the danger here was over, the impatient Sulovechenko quickly called for help and moved the lower body of Comrade Commander, who was still slumped on the chair, from the seat together with the last bit of flesh hanging on his upper body.
Go and temporarily place it on the floor of the car body.
Even in an emergency situation, he didn't care about the blood dripping on the commander's position. He only wanted to quickly restore firepower output. The sooner he resumed the operation of the main gun, the sooner he would have gained a little more safety. Sulovechenko didn't say anything.
He said, and immediately sat down in the warm and humid commander's seat, ready to fight.
"Damn it. It's all blood."
It was okay not to wipe it just now, but it is not okay not to wipe it now.
At this moment, the commander and gunner's main gun sighting operating system in front of Sulovechenko was completely covered in blood and fragmented flesh.
After being frightened for a moment, Sulovechenko had no time to curse anymore. He raised his arm and used his sleeves as a rag. He wiped the sight of the main gun and the commander's periscope repeatedly with all his strength.
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After a lot of work, not to mention that it was completely cleaned, but at least the main gun sight and the commander's periscope were restored to operation and were barely usable.
"Think about it, think about it quickly! How can this thing be used???"
Sulovechenko, who was born in an infantry department, has never received any systematic tank training courses, let alone training for the BMP43 commander position.
Being able to sit in this position now is because, firstly, Sulovchenko had got into the tank many times out of interest and curiosity, and had experience in the positions of gunner and commander, so he did have experience.
Secondly, Sulovechenko believed that he could handle it. Wouldn't it be a shame if he couldn't get a "high-end tractor" after all these years of hard work?
"Okay, I probably understand! No problem, load the shells! Get ready to shoot!"
The handwheels of the height machine and steering wheel in my hand turn very fast, and I can really get started quickly.
The electrically driven turret steering gear and main gun elevation machine actually only require a simple pointing force from Sulovechenko. What really drives the turret to rotate and the main gun to pitch is the continuous output of the running engine.
converted into electricity.
Therefore, even for a novice like Sulovechenko, as long as the basic operation is OK, the combat effectiveness of the BMP43 weapon system will not be affected. The turret with a hole in the top of its head was paralyzed for nearly a minute and finally
It moved again and pointed the black muzzle at the target.
"Good high-explosive bomb! Loading is complete!"
"Very good! Try what this little baby is capable of!"
Dong dong dong dong dong——
It must be said that the experience of "cannon" and "gun" are not the same thing at all.
As soon as the firing trigger here was pulled, Sulovechenko could immediately feel that the tremor caused by the continuous firing of the 25mm cannon was spreading throughout the vehicle, and of course it was also transmitted to the commander sitting in the vehicle.
This is completely different from the experience of sitting in the rear infantry cabin and feeling the fire.
Swept across by crimson tracer bullets like a whip, the window sill where a German machine gun team was originally stationed was immediately sprayed with dust by the burst of Sulovechenko's 25mm cannon.
Anti-air high-explosive bombs that can cause structural damage to fixed-wing aircraft targets are equally powerful after they are directly converted to ground targets in the pursuit of the "use doctrine".
Small-scale continuous explosions that can tear apart the skin of a fighter plane are simply not something a mortal body can withstand.
Sulovechenko didn't see clearly how the Nazi in the window sill died, but through the bloody main gun sight in front of him, he could clearly see the flash of fire and the spray of blood mist amidst the scattered smoke. It seemed that
Several block-shaped objects were blown out of the window along with masonry debris and splashed onto the street.
"Very good! Killed! Well done, company deputy comrade!"
The loader, who only had a small observation window available, couldn't see the specific details, but based on his experience and intuition after staying in this position for a long time, he judged that this was an effective shot. After all, the stuff that just splashed out of the window would always be
Could it be a fried canned German tomato?
That is to say, before the loader finished speaking, the driver in front spoke loudly.