It is completely different from the pedal-type main gun firing device used on Soviet tanks. The Germans, who are unique in tank design and have their own unique insights, made the main gun firing device connected to the breech block into a trigger-shaped trigger.
button and placed it on the turret steering wheel handle controlled by the gunner.
In this way, the gunner who can operate the turret steering gear to aim at the enemy in real time during battle can press the trigger to fire at the first time. According to the actual tests of the Germans, the hand-operated main gun firing device designed in this way is more in line with man-machine design.
Functional needs.
Gunners with a long reflex arc often cannot keep up with the rhythm or are nervous enough to fire in advance when operating the pedal-type firing device. They need to use the three at the same time to aim with the naked eye, operate the main gun elevation and lowering machine and the turret steering gear with both hands, and control the firing with the soles of the feet.
The difficulty of operation does indeed place extremely high requirements on the experience and proficiency of the gunner himself.
The Germans, who fully understood this, immediately changed the pedal-type main gun firing device to a trigger-type firing device that is within reach. This small change is undoubtedly for a gunner like Malashenko who has served for a long time.
It is the most empathetic.
"The Germans are really striving for excellence in the design of inconspicuous details, but applying the attitude of making art to war machines is a bit too romantic and artistic."
The Germans' meticulous pursuit of perfection has given their army the most powerful war machine, but it is this rigorous spirit that refuses to compromise on details that ultimately leads to the German tank technology tree becoming more and more skewed. Compared with its opponent Su
In the later stages of the war, the German army pursued the principle of quantity first, quality second, and the German army that chose to take the route of elite troops was eventually submerged in the vast sea of red iron currents and ended in failure.
The perfection of the war machine created by the Germans is undeniable even to a time traveler like Malashenko. Being able to peek into the future from a small perspective is enough to make Malashenko at this moment change from the ordinary car in front of him.
The Panzer III tank provides a first glimpse into the power of the Tiger tank, which will be the most legendary heavy tank in human history in the near future and will be unrivaled.
"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that it can't be as vast as 34. But if this thing really goes up against the Six Brothers Coffin and the Crusaders, it will definitely win with a beating. Sometimes it's just the wrong room.
It’s the most helpless thing.”
Only when I am alone will I speak Mandarin from my past life to myself to relieve loneliness and loneliness. I fiddle with the firing device on the handle of the turret steering gear and feel the completely different feel.
Malashenko, who still had a lot to learn, leaned his head closer.
"Oh, it's so damn solid with frost. No wonder that guy Karamov said he could only try his best to repair it. I'm afraid the scope will be completely shattered if it is banged with just a little force."
According to Captain Karamov's previous inference after a brief inspection, these Panzer III tanks, which had not been activated for at least a week, had basically turned into steel and ice sculptures.
The originally transparent and clearly visible main gun sight lens was now just a thin piece of glass that was smeared with frost. In Malashenko's eyes, it looked like the surface of a window that had not been cleaned for a long time in the cold winter. Like this
Under normal circumstances, let alone using this thing to target enemies, even the most basic observation of the situation within the field of view is simply impossible.
He stretched out his right hand wearing a black leather glove and gently touched the frost-covered sight in an attempt to clear his field of vision. However, the hard frost, which had already been shaken by the temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero, was as majestic as an iron plate.
Even if it doesn't move, Malashenko's right index finger can't scrape off even a little bit of it even with a little force.
After trying for a while and ultimately in vain, a somewhat frustrated Malashenko finally had no choice but to give up.
"Forget it, let's let professionals like Karamov handle it later. My fussy fingers may crush this thing with force after a while."
He moved his sight away from the gun scope in front of him and stepped on the neatly stacked 50mm custom-made artillery shells under his feet. For some unknown reason, the Germans did not clear out these shells and store them separately outside the tank. Obviously, there was something wrong with this German approach.
It exceeded Malashenko's expectations.
“The tanks are frozen like this and they expect to be put into battle at any time without clearing out the ammunition racks and storing them separately.
I really don’t know whether these Germans are truly fearless or naive.”
After stepping on the ammunition rack on the vehicle body, which was also covered with a thick layer of frost, there was no longer anything of interest. Malashenko took out a cigarette from his pocket and quickly put it into his mouth.
, leaping up to the outside of the turret with a cool and neat gesture of holding on with one hand.
Iushkin, who was holding a large wrench to remove ice outside the turret, turned around when he heard the sound. Malashenko, who was sitting on the turret hatch with a cigarette in his mouth and was reaching for a lighter, appeared immediately.
in front of him.
"Comrade Commander, do you have any more? Give me one too."
Not surprised by the request from Iushkin, Malashenko reached out and took out a lighter and did not raise his head until he lit the cigarette in his mouth.
"Don't you have tobacco? I remember you had a lot of it two days ago, and you smoked it all so quickly?"
"How can those Mahe tobacco be smoked as easily as your officers' cigarettes? I've long since gotten tired of smoking that every day. I gave all the remaining tobacco to Nikolai yesterday."
After hearing the answer from Iushkin's mouth, Malashenko couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Knowing that this guy was no less a smoker than himself, Malashenko seemed very surprised by this.
"You gave him all the tobacco, so why do you smoke it yourself?"
"I'm going to shoot you. Do you still need to ask? You have so many officer rations every month, so it doesn't matter if you give me some points, right?"
"Speak humanly and don't talk about useless things. Did you secretly get something good?"
Seeing that the random excuses that came out of his mouth were not able to evade Malashenko, Iushkin, who looked a little embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head because his mind was read, then slowly told Malashenko the truth.
"We conducted a counter-assault in Leningrad and killed an infantry company of the Germans. That was after you returned to Moscow to recuperate."
"I searched through the corpses of those Germans one by one. In addition to looking for food, I was also looking for cigarettes. But I didn't expect to find so many. Comrade Commander, each of those Germans had at least two packs of cigarettes.
There are more than three or four bags in the bag, it’s just a little treasure trove.”