Chapter 1033 Lame Leopard King

The telegram urging Kotin to hurry up and do things quickly has been sent, but Malashenko, who is very clear about the real situation, still knows in his heart that he can't put all his bets on Kotin's ability to deliver on time.

The development of the new tank is no different from a scientific project. It is not something that can be completed overnight.

Is urging and explaining the actual situation effective?

Of course it is effective, otherwise Malashenko would not have sent a telegram to Kotin to do useless work.

However,

As far as the current situation is concerned, the development of the situation has completely exceeded Malashenko's cognition of the existing history. Almost all key nodes have been accelerated. This is all thanks to the butterfly effect created by Malashenko.

Do your best and leave it to fate.

Malashenko has done what he thinks he must do and what he can do. As for the direction in which things will develop next, this is not something that Malashenko, a mortal, can predict.

The time waiting for the future is always extremely long, not to mention the completely unknown future that cannot be predicted at the moment.

The Soviet army, which was on the strategic defensive, was reinforcing its defense line every day. It was constantly digging trenches, laying anti-tank mines, and reinforcing anti-tank fortifications on the three deep defense lines that had been built, making final preparations for the upcoming brutal battle.

What about the German army? Of course, they were also making final preparations for the upcoming life-and-death battle.

But compared to the Soviet army's busy repairing the earth, the German army was busy with the opposite.

"Bachman, it's been the third day. When will our beauty be able to recover her delicate body?"

Kursk in June was not hot. The average temperature was a minimum of 10 degrees and a maximum of 20 degrees. Coupled with the vast grassland scenery, it was a pleasant scenery.

A group of SS armored soldiers sitting on the grass held the grass leaves and branches they had picked up in their mouths, and they were bored to death in the quiet day for who knows how many times. The only thing they hoped in their hearts was that their shared precious car could be repaired quickly.

The man who was complaining on the grass looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, which was considered to be in the prime of life in any army. It was the best age for a man to fight on the battlefield.

The man who was walking slowly behind him was equally young, even younger than the gunner who was about 27 or 28 years old.

"I just checked again. The new engine has not arrived yet. The old engine has been scrapped. It can't be repaired at all, you know. So before the new engine arrives, we have to wait for a few more days, maybe longer."

"The chief maintenance officer told me that all the spare parts have been used up now. They can hardly repair the Panther tanks anymore. They can only wait for support from the rear, just like us."

The tank commander called Buckman spoke slowly with a calm expression, but this situation obviously could not satisfy the gunner who was already waiting anxiously.

"A week has passed, and our tanks have not moved since they arrived in Kursk! Oh, I almost forgot! Even the distance from Kharkov to Kursk was transported by the occupied Russian railway. I have never encountered such a disgusting situation! I swear, never! I never even dreamed of it!"

In the Battle of Kharkov, as the first to receive the early D model of the Panther medium tank, the Second Imperial Division of the Waffen SS undoubtedly showed strong combat strength in the confrontation with the Soviet tank troops.

The super-long barrel 75mm main gun of the Type 5 Panther medium tank D is the enemy's nightmare!

This powerful main gun with more armor-piercing power than the Tiger will surely blow up any Russian tractor within the field of vision every time it fires, whether it is those T34 or KV1.

This hearty feeling is even better than the pleasure of an addict!

The armored soldiers of the Imperial Division, who had been beaten to the ground by the opponent's absolute tank quality advantage for a long time, finally got their revenge with the help of new equipment. They personally experienced the feeling of beating the Russians to the ground with a backhand. It was so cool to hit a tractor with one shot!

However, there are few perfect things in this world.

It's like your wife is beautiful, gentle, and virtuous. She can go to the living room and the kitchen. Just taking her out for a walk will get hundreds of envious eyes that are enough to kill you! Parents like you, friends are jealous, and classmates are jealous~

Ah, you are simply the object of everyone's jealousy!

When you go to work, she will send you to the door of your house and say be careful on the way. When you come back from get off work, she will wait quietly at the door of your house and say welcome back.

How about it, does it sound so cool?

It's a pity that your wife is a paper man who only exists on the screen and in the two-dimensional world.

What? Where did you say the scene described above come from?

Please, which otaku doesn't want to have such a perfect life that makes people hate her? Everyone can dream.

Similarly, for the Buckman team, who have not yet enjoyed the powerful new car they just got for a few days, the feelings of the five crew members are basically the same as those of the two-dimensional paper wife mentioned above.

Why do you say that?

Because the leopard-print beauty they mentioned was only good at talking, and her ability to brag was enough to beat any tank, even those new tigers had to stand aside.

In the current reality, before the Battle of Kharkov, Buckman had just received a brand-new Black Panther D-type vehicle less than half a month ago. In the battle that followed, before he had time to kill to his heart's content, he was hit by a Molotov cocktail thrown by a Russian infantryman at the risk of his life.

The Black Panther tank, known for its strong armor and powerful guns, should have completely ignored this kind of tickling attack, at least it should have been so.

But what Buckman himself did not expect was that the turbid burning liquid mixed with rubber in the gasoline actually flowed down the slope of the back of the turret, flowing through the leaky engine top heat dissipation window and directly into the engine compartment.

The uncontrollable flames ignited the volatile gasoline in the engine compartment. Bachmann, who felt the heat wave sweeping from behind him, quickly ordered to abandon the vehicle and put out the fire.

Five SS armored soldiers, including Bachmann himself, jumped out of the vehicle in a hurry, shouting and screaming. With the situation looking very good, they rescued the tank and put out the fire under the cover of their comrades around them.