Chapter 902 Tiger Mother Experience

Although the metaphor is a bit bad, Lavrinenko is right.

The spaciousness of the Tiger tank's interior is enough to make any Soviet tank soldier who enters it exclaim from the heart at the first time. Compared with any tank equipped by the Soviet army, the interior space of the Tiger tank is larger and more spacious!

Lavrinenko, who has always been accustomed to bending over in the tank, can not only let go of his body after coming to the position of the loader of the Tiger tank, but also do a few large stretching movements that he dare not think of on weekdays. This unusually comfortable and spacious feeling once again made Lavrinenko exclaim.

"Unbelievable! Malashenko, such a spacious space is actually a tank. I even thought I was sitting in a car. These Germans are too good at enjoying themselves. The interior space of a tank is so comfortable."

The space for the three members of the turret is the most spacious for the loader position where Lavrinenko is located. In fact, this is reasonable and understandable. After all, it is not an easy job for the loader of the Tiger tank.

The ammunition of the Tiger tank without the first ammunition rack of the turret is relatively scattered, distributed on both sides of the body, the turret basket, and the ammunition box on the right side of the loader. The loader of the Tiger tank has to continuously load these scattered ammunition in battle, which inevitably requires some large movements. If the position is not spacious enough, it will be quite laborious.

But, in general, the main reason is that the internal space design of the Tiger tank itself is very spacious. Even Malashenko, who is in the most narrow position in the turret, feels quite comfortable, which is much better than his own IS1 vehicle.

"Damn, vertical armor also has its advantages. The utilization rate of the internal space is amazing. At least staying in the Tiger is not tiring. This is true."

Malachenko sighed that time had run out and lowered his head to give orders to Seryosha who was already in position at the front of the chassis.

"Seryosha, keep an eye on the German guy and learn how to drive this thing. Next time, you will be responsible for taking us for a ride!"

"Okay, comrade commander, I will keep an eye on this German guy."

After giving orders to Seryosha, Malachenko immediately changed his tone and blurted out German without emotion.

"Torik, start the car. Let me know that you didn't lie to me just now. You know what I mean."

"All right! Sir!"

The Tiger tank, which had not been turned off, immediately moved under Torik's precise operation. The 56-ton tiger body slowly moved forward with a lot of noise. Malachenko, who was sitting in the commander's position, felt that he trembled all over when the tank started.

"Wow! This thing has a lot of stamina. Which stupid military marketing account said that tigers can't run?"

Malashenko, who personally felt the surging pulse of the big-breasted tiger lady, even laughed. The silly smile on his face with a slightly raised corner of his mouth was comparable to Zhu Bajie marrying a wife. Sitting in a moving tiger in person was a happiness that many people in later generations could not envy.

"Torik, maintain a constant speed in the first gear and drive slowly. I want to experience it well!"

"Okay, sir."

Malashenko, with a silly smile on his face, was no longer satisfied with sitting in the commander's position in the car to experience it. He then opened the turret cover above his head and leaned his entire upper body out. He was so pretentious that he let others see him.

Malashenko, who was holding the commander's command tower with his hands, felt that it was quite wonderful. His head with the Soviet standard tank cap looked around, looked lively and majestic, which attracted other crews and ordinary infantry soldiers who were watching around to point and whisper, and a strong crowd of onlookers.

"As expected of you, Comrade Brigade Commander! I feel different just by looking at you! Do you remember what those Germans looked like when they were outside the tank? They looked like mice that just got out of the rice warehouse. Comrade Brigade Commander is much more impressive!"

"Of course, Comrade Brigade Commander is a Soviet hero. How can those rubbish Germans compare to him?"

"This tank is really good. I even think it looks more powerful than our tanks!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Be careful not to be heard by others. This will cause trouble."

Malachenko, who only cares about having fun, doesn't care how others view him or discuss him.

The feeling of sticking his upper body out of the commander's tower of the Tiger tank is simply awesome! The majestic and powerful 88 gun barrel is sticking high on the turret at the front of him. The heavy armor gives people a very reliable sense of security. Malachenko understands why the German commanders love their cars so much.

Such a beautiful and charming lady, if you don't smile like a pig after getting in the car, are you still a man?

"Ah, it feels good! I feel so good! It's a pity that I can't rely on driving this thing to make a living in the future. It's fucking unrealistic."

Malashenko shook his head slowly and retracted his upper body into the turret again, and then gave the second order to the temporary conscripted strong man driver Torik.

"Torik, stop the car."

Buzz——

Accompanied by the Maybach HL210 gasoline engine's sudden power reduction and low hum, the 56-ton Tiger tank soon came to a complete stop. Seryosha, who was sitting in the co-pilot's electromechanical position with a Bobosha submachine gun in his arms, had been staring at Torik's every step of the operation and studying carefully as Malashenko ordered.

"Okay, Iushkin, let's move the turret now. Let's see what surprises this precious turret will have when it moves."

After receiving Malashenko's order, Iushkin immediately began to operate. However, the habitual action of holding the turret steering wheel and preparing to crank it seemed a bit stupid to Malashenko.

"Stop, stop, stop, it's not that! There is a lever pedal under your feet, step on that and try it!"

"Um?"

Following Malashenko's prompt, Iushkin lowered his head and looked at his crotch. As expected, Iushkin, who was completely unfamiliar with the Tiger tank gunner's position for the first time, saw a lever painted in eye-catching white at his feet. Pedal, still a little unsure, Iushkin then asked Malashenko.

"This is not the main gun firing pedal. If you step on it, it won't fire immediately, right?"

"The trigger for firing is on the high and low machine wheel. You can find it by touching the handle of the high and low machine. In addition, there is no ammunition in the gun chamber, so feel free to play."

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Iushkin even forgot to think about why Malashenko was so familiar. The freshness of every inch of the tank that looked like a handicraft for the first time made Iushkin a little forgetful.

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

Following the movements of Iushkin's feet, the toes tipped forward. The Tiger tank turret, which had been fully powered on, was driven by the powerful electro-hydraulic steering gear and immediately and slowly drove straight to the left like a miracle.

"Move, move! She's moving!"