Chapter 2487 Heavy Armored Dump Truck

As the first "mountain-opening vehicle" of your German heavy zoo family, the Tiger is endowed with a dual-flow transmission driven by the Melite dual differential steering system, which is undoubtedly a very valuable battlefield capability.

Perhaps this capability does not show much advantage in the Tiger 1, which is originally overweight and has a rotatable turret.

But for those turretless tanks, not just anti-tank destroyers and some self-propelled artillery, the aiming speed improvement brought by the dual-flow transmission is as immediate and abnormal as Popeye eating spinach. It is just a matter of sprinkling water to say that the doubled improvement.

Originally, you may need to reverse or speed up first, and then use all your strength to push the joystick to complete the course adjustment, but now you only need to move your fingers lightly and step on the pedals to easily complete it.

It seems that because the pressure of the heavy head that originally weighed 17 tons was gone, the combat module was replaced from the turret to four missiles that were large in size but much lighter in total mass than the turret, which greatly reduced the combat weight, thus achieving a power-to-weight ratio close to that of the first-generation Black Panther I, and greatly improved mobility.

The turning speed of this headless Tiger driven by the dual-flow transmission system is obviously much faster than any Tiger I and King Tiger that Malashenko has seen in the past.

If it were not an illusion, Malashenko would even feel that this thing is faster than the Black Panther I, which also has a dual-flow transmission. The speed of the flying vehicle turning and re-aiming is simply not at the level of a heavy body.

Malashenko originally thought that the loading speed of his vehicle under the blessing of the semi-automatic loader was fast enough, and he should be able to win the battle against the German broken car that had just fired on the opposite side. It is not wrong to say that he has a sure win and is very confident.

But now, the cruel reality of slapping Comrade Ma in the face has hit him hard, and his face is about to be slapped off.

Malashenko made a judgment in an instant and assessed the enemy and our situation on the battlefield. Then he realized that he might fail again. The German's headless tiger might really launch another missile before he fired again.

And his own armored cluster was about to rush to the German's face. The flight time required for the missile to launch, accelerate and hit can be almost ignored, and from the angle, it seems that there is no attack vehicle with a better field of view than his own, which can immediately blow this thing up.

Malashenko, who was sweating in his palms while holding the radio transmitter, watched a lot of turret call signs that were clearly visible within his sight and was anxious. He didn't know who to call to solve the problem. He was just anxious and helpless.

"Could it be possible that this thing will take away another IS7?"

Such a thought flashed through Malashenko's mind like lightning, but it only flashed for such a short moment, and was immediately erased by Malashenko in a strong denial.

"Impossible, absolutely not! All my IS7s are precious, and I will kill you today! I have the advantage in tonnage!"

It was said in a flash, and Malashenko, who was determined, no longer had any unnecessary hesitation, and did not give another order to start maneuvering and changing the shooting position after firing a shot, so as to effectively use the time for reloading to maneuver to a better view and fire position for Seryosha to stop. Instead, he blurted out an order with a strong and unquestionable tone as soon as it came out.

"Seryosha, step on the gas and charge! Don't stop, just kill this guy!"

"Everyone, hold on tight! Get ready for the collision!"

I remember the last time we had a "bumper car" incident with the Germans, it was at Prokhorovka on the southern line of Kursk.

The leader division at that time was not a leader division, but a brigade, and it had not yet won the supreme honor of "leadership", let alone the powerful mechanized combined arms force.

In that battle, Malashenko and his brothers and comrades were almost killed by the three elite Waffen SS divisions of the Germans.

The IS6, which had no choice but to launch a "final charge" after running out of ammunition and had no time to replenish it, could only use its powerful mobility and tonnage advantage to destroy the German Black Panther, which was one level lighter.

The troops below had fought hard to this point, let alone Malashenko himself, who was almost killed by you Germans. First he abandoned the car, then he was shot and fell to the ground, bleeding and fainting, closer to death than any other time in the past.

Take the words of Vatutin, who was in charge of commanding the southern battlefield and was Malashenko's immediate superior at the time.

If the reinforcements had arrived a little later, Malashenko would have been given emergency bleeding and bandaged and put on a stretcher two minutes later.

I am afraid that from that time on, the "Tank Hero of the Motherland" would have become a monument, a record, or even a memorial statue, rather than a living body to inspire everyone and give strength, fighting faith and hope for victory to the comrades around him at all times.

At the moment when he gave the order to Seryosha to step on the accelerator and drive towards the German, such a memory fragment did emerge in Malashenko's mind, as if it happened yesterday, vivid and extremely clear.

Malashenko didn't know what it meant and had no time to think about it. He only knew that he must not be indifferent and wait for death when there was something that only he could do.

"Comrade division commander is not a death-defying captain. This is not your mission."

"What!?"

Boom--

Whoosh--

Boom--

The familiar words echoed in the radio, and the right hand holding the commander's periscope in front of him didn't even have time to hold the transmitter.

A loud roar of a huge cannon, followed by a piercing scream with flames rising into the sky, shaking the earth.

Ding ding bang bang crackle--

You can feel that your car is being swept head-on like a rattle in the storm-like impact of fragments. You can imagine what happened outside the car at this moment with the huge explosion.

Before Malashenko could say anything, Seryosha, who was driving the car at the front of the vehicle, shouted a warning from inside the car.

"The target has been destroyed! It has been blown to pieces! Car No. 101 is the car of the deputy division commander!"