Steel Soviet Union

"Every night when I look up at the stars, I sometimes can't help but think about it"

"Why do I, a person from the future, have to endure everything that this shit time traveler has to do? I know the truth, have insight into the future, and have countless high-tech weapons of the 21st century in my head. Why do I have to use these old-fashioned weapons and equipment to fight with German sticks now? Just?"

"I'm fed up with all this. I hope there will be a change. No matter how it is achieved, I just want one result, a combat model that can control the advanced weapons and equipment of the future to crush the enemy."

"In the end, it really came true, just like a child who makes a wish on Christmas Eve and it will come true the next morning when he opens his eyes."

call out--

boom--

Da da da da——

"Comrade Commander, Comrade Commander! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Well"

The tearing pain that was so strong that it almost lifted the Tianling Cap came from his forehead. Not knowing what caused all this and what happened, he subconsciously raised his right arm towards the point where the pain was the strongest. He reached out to cover the area between his eyebrows, trying to make it less painful, even just a little bit.

"What the hell is going on? I'm here, what the hell!?"

What appeared in front of Malashenko, whose vision gradually became clearer, was a large number of electronic devices and buttons that seemed to be stacked together in a haphazard manner, but in fact each had a corresponding function and important role. This sudden feeling was like a programmer getting into a large computer room to repair equipment. Malashenko, whose eyes were full of electronic components, was a little crazy for a while.

"Wait a minute, this is it"

"I remembered, I am not Malashenko! At least I am not Malashenko in this timeline! I just came here with this name and identity to kill those Germans, that's all."

Memories that rush into your mind like a flood burst from a dam in a flash. Most people who take a time machine for the first time will feel this way. It's not a big deal.

But this person named Malashenko and using the body of Malashenko, is he Malashenko in that timeline?

This is not important. What is important is that the German guys opposite who are still using World War II fire sticks are going to be in trouble soon.

"Iushkin, Seryosha, report the situation! How is our car!?"

The words blurted out instantly without thinking, crisply and neatly. It can be seen that Malashenko has now figured out who he is and what he should do now.

"The front of the vehicle was hit by a bullet. It was a German Long 88! Several pieces of the anti-explosive missile were blown away. The main armor belt is intact, the weapon system is normal, the turret servo mechanism is fine, the power supply system is good, and the automatic loader is fine. , it depends on Seryozha.

"The power system is normal! The engine and transmission system are running at full capacity, and our baby has no problem at all!"

The high-frequency roar of the gas turbine came loudly from the power compartment at the rear of the car body. The high-decibel noise made Malashenko only able to hear each other clearly with the help of the crew radio intercom.

Fortunately, the new tank hat has integrated the radio dialogue system into the hat, completely abandoning the old-fashioned radio transmitter.

Malashenko only needs to press the edge of the hat on the ear, and the commands of the commander can be conveyed to the ears of every member of the crew.

"Very good! Start the tanks and let's go! Let's go kill some Germans and have fun!"

"No problem, Comrade Commander!"

The 1,250-horsepower gas turbine roared and surged instantly under Seryosha's precise driving. This T80U-M2 main battle tank, which has been specially improved and has a total combat weight of 2 tons, is still highly efficient. The power-to-weight ratio drives the heavy steel body to fly at extremely high speeds.

The T80U-M2, covered in "Fossil 2" explosive reactive armor, is like a ferocious steel monster armed to the teeth.

As the turret rotates rapidly, the high 125mm main gun looks like a black and bloody mouth, flashing with a murderous light. The almost unbelievable racing speed was not like what the main tanks of this era could possess. To the German army, it looked more like a barrel truck of its own that was speeding forward with the accelerator stepped on.

"Oh! The monster is out again! The shot just now didn't kill it!"

"Hide, hide quickly! Let our Ferdinand kill it, and then shoot again! Hurry!"

The panicked German soldiers were shouting and running around like frightened rabbits. It could be seen that they had already fought against this terrifying monster not long ago, but they were originally very confident that they could kill their opponent. That shot was obviously useless.

"Iushkin, straight ahead! The Kraut's scrap metal man is crossing the road! Kill him!"

"I saw it, clearly, taking aim! Armor-piercing rounds are being loaded!"

The control of ammunition selection is usually carried out by the gunner Iushkin. Of course, there is also a button for selecting ammunition types on the commander's terminal on Malashenko's side, but under normal circumstances, the commander does not have to do it himself. .

After pressing the corresponding button on the control panel in front of you to select the type of ammunition, the electric-driven automatic loader wheel quickly rotates one gear to the corresponding position.

The two-stage toggle loading tool quickly rose up with a crisp mechanical noise. Like a big hand, it quickly lifted the two-stage armor-piercing projectile part and the propellant pack onto the same central axis. , the position of the breech loading port at the rear of the gun is still to be determined.

The ejector rod, which is also powered by electricity, operates accurately and forwards. The projectile and propellant package placed in a straight line on the toggle-type ammunition loader are pushed into the chamber in an instant.

The moment the toggle loader finished loading and began to fall, the dull sound of the breech block closing sounded accurately at almost the same moment.

"Range measurement completed, automatic watch installed! Ready to go!"

"Fire!"

boom--

Even in a special situation that was confusing and confusing, the tacit cooperation between Iushkin and Malashenko remained the same without any weakening.

The T80U-M2 main battle tank, which maintained a forward speed of 40 kilometers per hour, opened fire with a bang. The vertical and horizontal bidirectional stabilizers efficiently maintained the precise operation of the main gun and the accuracy of gun control. The muzzle of the 125mm smoothbore cannon ejected a huge, dazzling orange-red flame, and then quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only blue smoke floating in the air.

What is invisible to the naked eye is the body of the armor-piercing fin-stabilized discarding sabot that rushes out of the muzzle, shakes off the shell, and rushes straight towards the target like an arrow from the string.

With an astonishing muzzle velocity of up to 1850 meters per second, hitting a target less than one kilometer away was just a blink of an eye. Abnormal destruction across time and space soon came to the head of this unlucky scrap metal man.