Chapter 1039: Rushing Towards Dawn

The mechanical transmission IS6 heavy tank that was actually delivered to Malashenko weighed 5 tons. Maybe this was nothing to the Germans who ran a zoo, but for the Soviet tank troops, this was the first time that a heavy tank put into actual combat broke the 50-ton mark.

Leading his crew and the brigade guard troops to march in the center of the long march, Malashenko hung half of his body outside the turret, holding the DShK heavy machine gun in front of him with both hands and looking at the scenery along the way. The unique scenery of the Kursk steppe would definitely be a beautiful place if it were placed in peacetime.

"Iushkin, Seryosha, Kirill, check the communication, test the new equipment, received the reply, over."

The maximum output horsepower of the V-type 12-cylinder diesel engine reaches 700 horsepower. For the IS6 heavy tank with a combat weight of just over 50 tons, such a power-to-weight ratio is obviously fully able to meet the actual combat needs. However, the huge engine working noise is enough to prevent Malashenko, who is outside the turret, from talking to the members in the car, at least "it should be so".

But now, Malashenko has just received a new device with the car, an inconspicuous small device that is very helpful in improving combat effectiveness.

Iushkin, who heard the clear voice of the commander in the car, responded first in the same way as Malashenko reached out to press his throat.

"I heard it very clearly, comrade commander, this is much better than us shouting at the top of our lungs."

The in-car intercom system that came with the prototype vehicle and arrived at the front line has completely changed the situation in the past where people could only shout at the top of their lungs.

This small device, which does not have much technical content but has a great bonus to combat effectiveness, is very popular with Malashenko.

In the subsequent battles, just press the button of the speaker close to the throat like the German armored soldiers, and the sound of a general family conversation will be enough to communicate in battle. The era of shouting and gesturing in battle is gone forever.

The clear words of the crew members came from the speaker close to the ear of the tank cap, and Malashenko, who was in a much better mood, grinned.

"How does it feel to drive the new car, Seryosha."

It is no exaggeration to say that the driver alone accounts for at least 50% of the combat effectiveness of a tank in actual combat.

Experienced drivers are as familiar with tanks as they are with themselves. When to move forward, when to shift gears, at what angle to shift gears most easily, and how to avoid driving the tank like a clumsy fat pig that has just eaten, Seryosha, the exclusive driver of the brigade commander's car, is obviously very clear about this.

"It's a bit unexpected, comrade tank commander, but the new car is indeed easier to drive than the IS2! Maybe it's my illusion, but my hands and feet really told me so, or maybe they are lying to me, four little bad guys."

"Hahahaha"

The nonsensical joke that suddenly jumped out of Seryosha's mouth instantly amused all the members of the crew, even Malashenko himself.

With a smile on his face, Malashenko pressed the throat intercom again and invited Iushkin, who was doing nothing in the gunner's position.

"Come up, Iushkin, come out and see the scenery."

"You have the final say, comrade tank commander."

Less than three seconds after the voice fell, the turret cover on the other side of Malashenko was pushed outward by the internal force. Iushkin, who was wearing a tank cap and got out of the running turret, breathed the fresh air that had just reached his mouth, and then spoke with emotion.

"When the war is over, I will move my family to Kursk. It is so beautiful here!"

"The blue sky, the grassland, and the delicious air that can be breathed at any time! Moving my family here may make me a poet or novelist. Maybe I will burst out with inspiration like Ostrovsky. I like it here, comrade commander!"

Iushkin's expression did not seem to be lying. Malashenko, who did not intend to play the role of spoiler, smiled and reached out and hit Iushkin's chest beside him.

"If you can be a novelist, a top student like Kirill can be a secretary for Comrade Stalin. Am I right, Kirill!"

Kirill, who is undoubtedly the youngest in the car, did not answer. Malashenko could guess that Kirill's face was flushed and he didn't know how to reply. In this era, people who have read books and have culture are more or less noble sentiments, especially top students like Kirill, who are not as casual as a rough man like himself.

"Those Germans will get a taste of our power, comrade tank commander! I will kick those Germans' asses with my new 122mm gun, and turn their junk tanks into steel crematoriums one after another! I mean what I say."

Malachenko had no reason to doubt the truthfulness of what Iushkin said. In fact, apart from Lavrinenko, who was often modest, Iushkin was really the best ace gunner in the brigade.

Malachenko estimated that Lavrinenko, who had not been in action for a long time, must have declined in artillery skills, just like himself as a tank commander.

"Don't scare all the Germans away at once. They still have some big guys that are worth our serious treatment. Also, don't underestimate the enemy. You know it won't end well."

Iushkin, who had heard the commander's old tune for the N+1th time, grinned and didn't reply. He raised his right arm, clenched his fist and raised it to the central axis of the turret. Under the dawn of the horizon that had already risen from the horizon, he felt different.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko certainly knew what Iushkin meant. Without saying a word, he raised his arm and clenched his fist and gently touched Iushkin.

Before the two arms that had just strengthened each other could be completely put down, a huge earth-shattering explosion tore through the dawn of the morning from afar.

Boom-boom-

Da da da da da-da-

Swish-boom-

I thought the battle would not break out until I arrived at the position, but from the current situation, the Germans were obviously impatient for victory.

Malashenko, who had originally only ordered the troops to advance at a uniform speed, saw this situation and didn't care to consider the problem of mechanical wear and saving mechanized hours of tanks.

Whether the car is running or not is another matter. Let's teach these crazy Germans a lesson first.

Malashenko retreated into the turret and grabbed the radio transmitter hanging on the turret beside him. Malashenko, who can still communicate in this way during full-channel and large-scale communication, immediately gave an order.

"All crews, step on the accelerator! Full speed ahead! Ura!"