Steel Soviet Union

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 admiration from the heart. Compared with any tank equipped by the Soviet army, the internal space of the Tiger tank is larger and more spacious!

Lavrinenko, who had always been accustomed to hunching over in the tank, now that he was in the loader position of the 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. Lavrinenko couldn't help but admire the unusually comfortable and spacious feeling as he stretched his body.

"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, which does not have 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 must continue to load these scattered ammunition during the battle, which will inevitably require some large movements. If the position 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 with the narrowest space in the turret, feels quite comfortable. Compared with his own The IS1 car feels so much better.

"Damn, vertical armor also has the benefits of vertical armor. The internal space utilization is incredible. 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.

"Torik, 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 that had not stalled 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.

"Phew! 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 satisfied with sitting in the commander's position in the car. He then opened the turret cover 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. The head wearing the Soviet standard tank cap was looking left and right, and he was so airy and majestic that he attracted the attention of other vehicle crews and ordinary infantry soldiers who were watching. 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 German guys looked like outside the tank? They were as sinister as mice that just emerged from the rice barn. Comrade Brigadier 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 turret at the front of his head. The thick armor gives a very reliable sense of security just by looking at it. Malashenko understands why those gangs The German commander will love his car 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 issued a second order to the temporarily recruited strongman 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 Bobosha submachine gun in his arms, had been staring at Torik's every step of the operation and studying carefully as Malashenko ordered.

"Okay, Iushkin, let's move the turret now. Let's see what surprises this precious turret will have when it moves."

After receiving Malashenko's order, Iushkin immediately began to operate. However, the habitual action of holding the turret steering wheel and preparing to crank it seemed a bit stupid to Malashenko.

"Stop, stop, it's not that! There is a lever pedal under your feet. Try stepping on that!"

"Um?"

Following Malashenko's prompt, Iushkin lowered his head and looked at his crotch. As expected, Iushkin, who was completely unfamiliar with the Tiger tank gunner's position for the first time, saw a lever painted in eye-catching white at his feet. Pedal, still a little unsure, Iushkin then 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 ready-to-fire ammunition in the barrel, 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!"

Following the movement of Iushkin's feet, the Tiger tank turret, which was fully powered by electricity, immediately and miraculously drove straight to the left under the strong drive of the electro-hydraulic steering gear.

"Move, move! She's moving!"