Although the metaphor is a bit bad, Lavrinenko is indeed right.
The internal space of the Tiger tank is spacious enough that any Soviet tank soldier who enters it can immediately express his inner admiration. Compared with any tank equipped by the Soviet army, the interior of the Tiger tank is The space needs to be bigger and more spacious!
Lavrinenko, who had always been accustomed to hunching over in a tank, now that he was in the loader position of a Tiger tank, could not only let go of his body, but could even do a few things that he would never dare to do on a daily basis. Thinking of a large stretch, Lavrinenko couldn't help but admire the unusually comfortable and spacious feeling.
"It's unbelievable! Malashenko, such a spacious space can actually be a tank. I can even mistakenly think that I am sitting in a car. These German guys are so good at enjoying it. The internal space of a tank is built So comfortable.”
The space for the three members of the turret is the most spacious in the loader position where Lavrinenko is located. In fact, this is understandable. After all, the loader of the Tiger tank is not an easy job.
The Tiger tank without the first ammunition rack in the turret has relatively scattered ammunition throughout the vehicle. It is distributed on both sides of the vehicle body, in the turret basket, and in the ammunition box on the right side of the loader. The loader of the Tiger tank needs to be in combat. Continuously loading these scattered ammunition will inevitably require some large movements. If the location is not spacious enough, it will be quite laborious.
However, in general, the main reason is that the internal space design of the Tiger tank itself is very spacious. Even Malashenko, who is in the commander's position, which is the narrowest space in the turret, feels quite comfortable. Compared with his own I don’t know how much better the is1 car feels.
"Damn, vertical armor also has the benefits of vertical armor. The internal space utilization is amazing. Staying in the tiger at least won't cause trouble. This is true."
Malashenko, who lamented that time was up, lowered his head and gave orders to Seryosha, who was already in place at the front end of the chassis.
"Seryozha, keep an eye on the Germans, and learn how to drive this thing by the way. Next time, you will be responsible for taking us around twice!"
"Okay, Comrade Commander, I will take a serious look at this German guy."
After giving the order to Seryosha, Malashenko immediately changed his tone and blurted out German without emotion.
"Toric, start the car and let me know that you didn't lie to me just now. You know what I mean."
"Okay! Sir!"
The Tiger tank, which had never been turned off, immediately started to move under Torik's precise operation. The 56-ton tiger body slowly moved forward with quite a lot of movement. Sitting in the commander's position, Malashenko, who was on board, felt himself shaking all over as the tank started.
"Huh! This thing has a lot of stamina. What stupid military marketing account said that a tiger can't run?"
Malashenko, who personally felt the surging pulse of Dabo Royal Sister Tigress, even laughed. The slightly raised corners of his mouth showed a silly smile that was comparable to Zhu Bajie marrying a wife and sitting in a moving tiger himself. This is something that many people in future generations will do. I envy the happiness that cannot come.
"Toric, maintain first gear and drive slowly and at a constant speed. I want to experience it!"
"Okay, sir."
With a silly smile on his face, Malashenko was no longer content to sit in the commander's position in the car and experience it. Then he opened the top cover of the turret above his head and stretched out his entire upper body, pretending to be seen by others. That's called real pretense.
Malashenko, who was holding the commander's command tower with both hands, felt that it was quite wonderful. He was looking left and right with his head wearing the Soviet standard tank cap. He was so airy and majestic that he attracted the attention of other vehicle crews and ordinary infantry soldiers who were watching around him. Pointing, whispering, and a strong crowd of spectators.
"As expected of Comrade Brigadier! Just looking at it makes you feel different! Do you still remember what those Germans looked like outside the tank? They were as sinister as mice that just emerged from the rice barn. Comrade Brigadier But it’s much more majestic!”
"Of course, Comrade Brigade Commander is a hero of the Soviet Union. How can those trash German guys compare to him?"
"This tank is really good. I even think it looks more powerful than our tanks!"
"Shh, keep your voice down and be careful not to be heard by others. This may cause trouble."
Malashenko, who only cares about having fun, doesn't care what other people think of him or discuss.
It feels so good to have your upper body sticking out of the Tiger tank commander's command tower! The majestic and powerful 88 gun barrel is stuck high on the front turret, and the thick armor is just looking at it There was a rather reliable sense of security, and Malashenko finally understood why the German captains loved their cars so much.
Such a beautiful and charming tiger girl, if you don’t smile like a pig after you get in the car, are you still a man?
"Ah, it feels so good! I feel so damn good! It's a pity that I can't count on driving this thing to make a living in the future. It's fucking unrealistic."
Malashenko, who slowly shook his head, once again retracted his upper body into the turret, and then gave the second order to the temporarily recruited strong driver Torik.
"Toric, stop the car."
Buzz——
Accompanied by the Maybach hl210 gasoline engine's sudden power reduction and low hum, the 56-ton Tiger tank soon came to a complete stop. Seryosha, who was sitting in the co-pilot's electromechanical position with a sand submachine gun in his arms, He has been watching Torik's every step and studying carefully as Malashenko ordered.
"Okay, Iushkin, now let the turret move. Let's see what surprises this precious turret will have when it moves."
After receiving Malashenko's order, Iushkin immediately began to operate, but his habitual action of holding the turret steering wheel and preparing to crank it seemed a bit stupid to Malashenko.
"Stop, stop, stop, it's not that! There is a lever pedal under your feet, step on that and try it!"
"Um?"
Following Malashenko's prompt, Iushkin looked down at his crotch. It was his first time in the Tiger tank gunner's position and he was completely unfamiliar with it. Sure enough, Iushkin saw a lever painted in eye-catching white at his feet. Iushkin, who was still a little unsure, immediately asked Malashenko.
"This is not the main gun firing pedal. If you step on it, it won't fire immediately, right?"
"The trigger for firing is on the roulette wheel of the high and low machine. You can find it by touching the handle of the high and low machine. In addition, there is no ammunition in the gun chamber, so feel free to play."
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Iushkin even forgot to think about why Malashenko was so familiar. The freshness of every inch of the tank that looked like a handicraft for the first time made Iushkin a little forgetful.
"Okay, let's give it a try!"
Accompanied by Iushkin's toe-toe movements, the Tiger tank turret, which was fully powered on, immediately and miraculously drove slowly and straight to the left under the strong drive of the electro-hydraulic steering gear.