It is not an easy task to get a heavy tank with a total combat weight of 44 tons to drive out of a mud pit, especially when the engine seems to have been soaked in rain and flooded.
Shen Ke cursed angrily.
"Isn't that enough!? Seryosha, quickly find a way to make it move!"
The rear chrysanthemum hatch of the entire No. 177 IS1 heavy tank prototype was completely opened, and the heat dissipation window directly above the engine was also lifted upwards, completely exposing the internal organs and internal structure of the entire engine compartment.
With a big wrench in his left hand and a pipe wrench in his right hand, Seryosha had almost the entire upper body of his body drilled into the engine room, using both hands to fiddle with the broken heart of this 44-ton steel behemoth.
Although the driver Seryosha, who plunged into the engine compartment and was only busy with his work, tried his best, Malashenko, who was anxiously sitting next to the car waiting to turn right, was still urging him, raising his hand to check the time on his watch from time to time.
The expression on his face was clearly one of urgency.
"I'm thinking of a solution, comrade commander! But there's something wrong with this damn machine... This damn engine just doesn't know where it is! Who knows if rainwater has flowed into the inner cylinder? I really want to put this in now
The rags were smashed!"
Seryozha, whose entire upper body was covered with oil stains, hit the unsatisfactory engine hard with the tool in his hand, venting his dissatisfaction with an expression that showed he hated iron, but at the same time, he blurted out terrible curses.
He quickly alerted the gunner Iushkin who was also on the side.
"It's okay to vent, but don't smash the car, Seryosha. If you really smash the car, we will have to pick up self-defense weapons and use them as infantry to confront the Germans."
"What do you mean I smashed the car? Do you think I want to smash it? This damn broken machine is already broken without me smashing it. What does it have to do with whether I smash it or not?"
The dissatisfied complaints coming from the engine room were very dull. To Malashenko, it sounded a bit like putting a big living person in a water tank and standing outside to listen to him.
Malashenko, who was extremely anxious, couldn't help but move forward to the engine compartment at the rear of the car. He glanced at Seryozha who was working inside and even unscrewed the internal combustion cylinder cover.
He was looking inside with a flashlight that wasn't too bright.
Under the flashlight light, his face was black and full of oil, and he looked like a miner who had just escaped from a collapsed coal mine.
"Waiting for repair? Seryosha, fifteen minutes have passed!"
Seryosha, who was originally troubleshooting the engine compartment, retracted his head when he heard this and looked back. After seeing Malashenko's expression of anxious waiting for an answer, he answered.
"I can't figure out where the problem lies, Comrade Commander. There is no problem with the transmission system and gearbox. There may only be something wrong with the engine. But if there is really a problem with the engine, we will be in big trouble. This will have to be solved by Karamov.
The battalion commander is here to deal with this problem, we can't get the engine out of the tank without heavy equipment."
It is very troublesome to replace or repair tank engines under field conditions, especially during World War II when various logistics equipment were not as developed as in later modern wars.
If you want to get the faulty engine out of the tank, heavy lifting equipment is obviously necessary, and it will also take a considerable amount of time to complete the work.
But what Malashenko needs most right now is time. If Karamov is to bring someone over to solve the problem, Malashenko estimates that it will take more than an hour at the earliest.
Not to mention rushing to the front line, not being ridden in the face and beaten violently by the Germans was considered a blessing from his loving father Comrade Stalin. Malashenko did not have this extra hour to waste.
"What a fucking bastard! It won't happen sooner or later, but it will happen now! I'm going to fuck you! Damn it!"
Iushkin, Seryosha and Kirill, who were in the same crew as Malashenko, always liked to curse their comrade commander in words they couldn't understand when he was angry.
This has long been a common occurrence and is not surprising.
He was also leaning against the car waiting for Seryozha to repair the car, but in the end he only waited for him to do it. Iushkin, who was anxious for the result, finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
The gunner with the most impatient personality among the entire crew quickly came to the front of the tank, grabbed the dome of the tank with his hands and stepped on the front of the tank, and jumped directly into the driver who was supposed to be Seryosha.
above the workplace.
Iushkin could barely remember the driver training course he had received at the Tank Corps School. Although Iushkin could not remember the last time he personally drove a tank, the basically similar operating procedures in his memory still prompted him to
The muscles with memory moved, and they grasped the bare tank joysticks in a slightly unfamiliar posture.
"I don't believe that a little water can kill you, my dear, I absolutely don't believe it!"
Iushkin, who never believed in evil, decided to personally try to see if there was any problem with the tank's engine, but what happened next shocked everyone present.
Seryosha, half of his body still in the engine compartment, suddenly felt a tremor coming from the armor of the car beside him, and the originally lifeless 12-cylinder V-type water-cooled diesel engine suddenly roared with anger.
The black smoke from the engine exhaust and the strong vibrations that hit his face startled Seryosha, who was originally worried. His whole body immediately flew backwards and subconsciously as if he was electrocuted. His center of gravity was unsteady and he accidentally sat down.
On the ground.
"Oh, damn! Comrade Commander, damn it! Our tank is moving on its own! It's moving on its own!"
The thin Seryosha, who was stuck in the engine compartment, did not notice Iushkin's movements, but that did not mean that Malashenko, who had bright eyes, also did not notice where Iushkin went.
Just seeing Iushkin striding towards the front of the tank, Malashenko, who had always miscalculated, did not expect that Iushkin actually ran to start the tank.
"You bastard! Iushkin! Seryosha's head is still in the engine compartment, are you really not afraid to hang his head off!? Who asked you to start the car!?"
Malashenko's angry curses were replaced by Iushkin's playful smile.
Iushkin, who was smiling and surprised, jumped out of the tank. After taking a look at Malashenko, who had an ominous look on his face, he walked closer and took a closer look at the heart that was making a surging beating sound.
In the car, overflowing ecstasy immediately appeared on his face.