Chapter 1238: Battlefield Genius (Part 2)

Karamov's masterpiece did not end here

Rather than saying that he suddenly had an idea and a whim to modify a heavy tank, it is better to say that he used the "ex-wife" of the division commander as a stage for his improvisation. No matter what bold ideas and creativity he had never tried before, he could do it as much as he could, such as the extra iron box newly installed at the back of the car.

"In Stalingrad, we tried to use wired telephones to enhance the efficiency of infantry-tank coordination for the first time, which was proven to be very useful in actual combat!"

"In view of this, I strengthened the prototype design to make it more efficient!"

"The new wired telephone is a two-way call, not the one-way call in Stalingrad before, where the other side might not even know that they were calling."

"I installed electric bells inside and outside the car. The sound is not loud, which is nothing on the battlefield, but it is enough for the members in the turret and the infantry behind the tank to hear. As long as the microphone on one side is picked up, the electric bell on the other side will ring to remind you. It is a simple circuit design and not complicated. I will show you now."

Karamov, who couldn't wait to show his masterpiece, said hello, and a soldier of the maintenance regiment standing on the turret immediately got into the turret. The moment the microphone was picked up in the turret, a rapid electric bell on the back of the car followed.

Ding-ling-ling-ling--

"How is it? Very convenient, right? I spent a whole night designing this! Moreover, as soon as the phone is answered here..."

Karamov reached out to pick up the microphone while speaking. As soon as he stopped, the rapid ringing sound disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few echoes echoing in the empty maintenance warehouse.

"Look, the circuit is disconnected, and it stops ringing immediately! After the call, just put it back, and when it rings next time, just repeat the same operation. The simple design means that it will not have a high failure rate and is very reliable!"

Malachenko, who witnessed Karamov's demonstration of the whole process, shook his eyebrows and did not comment. At this moment, Malachenko had only one thought in his mind.

"Damn, why does this bell sound so much like the old school bell when I was a kid?"

Following this familiar bell, Malashenko recalled that when he was a kid, he was often beaten up by his teacher because he didn't do his homework. He trembled his eyebrows again with some resentment, then covered his expression calmly and continued to speak.

"What is the power supply of this thing? Battery?"

When Karamov tested the phone, the tank was not warmed up, so there was no electric motor power supply. There was only one obvious answer.

"Yes, comrade commander, it's the battery."

"When I designed it, I took into account that if the motor fails or is damaged, the tank may have to continue fighting, after all, the steering gear has a spare hand-cranked wheel."

"So I connected the conductance circuit directly to the battery. Although it will increase the power consumption, it is definitely worth it. Imagine that when the tank breaks down or there is an emergency, you can stay in the safe tank on the fierce battlefield and contact people outside at any time. Isn't this great?"

Karamov is not a veteran tank soldier, but he is one of the people closest to those experienced tank veterans.

With his outstanding and powerful mechanic talent, Karamov, who has heard and seen all kinds of suggestions, chattering, and even complaints from veterans all day long, naturally knows what the veterans want and need most.

And this seemingly insignificant improvement in front of him is the answer sheet that Karamov handed over to Malashenko after summarizing all the details.

Malashenko, who took the microphone from Karamov, stepped forward to try it himself, put down the microphone in his hand and hung it up again, and then picked it up again and held it in his palm.

As expected, a rapid electric bell rang from the tank's turret. The sound was quite loud, and it could be heard clearly even from outside the thick armor of the tank.

Judging from the decibel of the sound, it would not be difficult to hear it on the battlefield, but if you were too close, you might get scared.

"What are the materials used in this design? Does it require any rare items?"

Malashenko, who was thinking about something in his mind, asked quietly. Karamov, who had not reacted yet, was stunned for a moment before giving the answer.

"Microphones, telephone lines, electric bells, and several sections of electric wires and several circuit switches are all easy to find. There is nothing rare. The things used in this car are all recycled from scraps, and they are considered broken and unusable."

Looking at the microphone in his hand, it is indeed as Karamov said, with a lot of scratches and a worn-out look with the taste of time.

Knowing very well how much help this design would bring to the Red Army if it became popular, Malashenko hung the microphone back to its original position and then turned around and gave Karamov an order in a serious manner.

"Collect all the design data of this equipment and draw a refined version of the design for me."

"I will report this design. If nothing goes wrong, it will be fully popularized in our Red Army tank troops in a short time. I can guarantee that this thing can greatly reduce our casualties and multiply the combat efficiency of infantry-tank coordination, so you must take this matter seriously, understand?"

"If the design is officially approved for general use, I will personally apply for a reward for you. I will do what I say."

Happiness sometimes comes so suddenly. Karamov, who is only focused on creation, is not really acting for any reward.

He just wants to do his work well. It would be even better if he can get recognition and praise from the division commander. It's that simple.

Facing Malashenko's serious look, Karamov, who took a while to recover and sort out his thoughts, then subconsciously blurted out a rather unreliable sentence.

"Who will report this to? Comrade division commander, who will reuse my design?"

Karamov asked this question subconsciously. As soon as he said it, he felt a little regretful. Although it was driven by curiosity, the reason why he shouldn't ask things that should not be asked is the priority.

Fortunately, Malashenko, who was in a good mood, didn't care about these trivial matters. Words that could inspire Karamov were also what Malashenko wanted to see.

"Report it to Marshal Zhukov and let him judge whether your design is worthwhile. What do you think?"