Let me put it this way, the German tank chief designer must accommodate each subsystem and pay for the "exceeding" of each subsystem below, such as the overly awesome main gun of the Tiger King. The Soviet tank chief designer was a big shot, and they could save up any kind of garbage that was cost-effective in their hands.

Two classic examples are the t-34 and t-54. Have these two tanks ever had any epoch-making technology? Is the t-34 super firepower or super thick armor? What is unique in the t-54 subsystem?

It is obvious that there is no, and even some aspects of the T-54 are very rough, such as there is not even a two-way stabilizer for the artillery (only the high and low stabilizer). The engine is a B2 series that remains unchanged for thousands of years, and the transmission is still a mechanical fixed shaft that is extremely garbage.

Let me put it this way, whether it is t-54 or t-34, break it into pieces, maybe your first feeling is that I will tie it up, it is a bunch of garbage!

The problem is that the Soviet tank general design of Daniu's Soviet tanks simply combined this pile of garbage into an iron armor torrent that scares the West. What is awesome? This is awesome! To put it in the words of Li Dazui: "A good cook can use good ingredients to make good dishes, but a real chef can use the most common ingredients to make good dishes!"

It is obvious that the German chief designer belongs to the former, while the Soviet chief designer belongs to the latter, so it is clear who is more awesome.

Back on the battlefield, look at the t-54. As a "heavy" tank that was ten tons heavier than the early T-34, its maximum height was several centimeters lower than the T-34. It has to be said that the Soviet designers put a lot of effort into it. Look at the Black Panther, the armor defense is lower than the T-54, but the weight is almost more than 10 tons, and the car is 3 meters high, which is much higher than the T-54. On the battlefield, the Black Panther with a larger target is naturally more likely to be discovered, and the low-shaped T-54 is undoubtedly more survivable.

Of course, some comrades will complain that the T-54 is narrow in the interior space. What kind of ergonomic efficiency is very important? Is ergonomic efficiency so important? Is it true that products with good ergonomic efficiency really comfortable to use, but are tanks ordinary civilian products? This is a killing machine, the first priority is combat performance, and as for whether the members are particularly comfortable, is this really important? Damn, this is not a long-distance bus, is it a good tank with a sleeper berth?

For countries like the Soviet Union, which had relatively backward overall heavy industry capabilities, there is no need to make the performance of a certain weapon perfect, which will consume more resources. Moreover, the final combat power will not be the best. Paying attention to the main performance and grasping the main contradiction is the only way to make choices and give up.

For example, the current old Hemstrasse is extremely satisfied with the ability of the T-54. Its low appearance minimizes the probability of being shot. All the weight saved by reducing the volume is used to strengthen the armor, which makes the T-54's defense become unprecedentedly powerful. It can be said that now, no German tank can do anything to it.

If he moves fast enough and shoots well enough, Old Hemstral can comfortably blow up the German tanks surrounding one by one. Anyway, the four German tanks surrounding him have been killed by the old man. Only two black panthers remain to keep approaching.

"800 meters, armor-piercing bullets, release!"

Weber no longer knew how many times it was to fire. In previous shots, he hit the opponent more than once, but what made him depressed was that it was useless. All the shells were shot away by the turret. In addition to being able to loosen the opponent's muscles and bones, it was useless.

"keep going!"

When another armor-piercing bomb was bounced away again, the German commander issued a vicious order. They started an attack from a distance of one thousand meters, but now they have entered within 800 meters, but they still can't do anything to the other side. Does it take a chance to enter within 500 meters?

If the poor captain knew that the 39 armor-piercing bullet he used could not penetrate the frontal armor of the T-54 at zero distance, he would probably collapse. However, the captain was still very smart. When he found that the armor of the T-54 was stronger than he thought, he made a decision, which was to speed up as much as possible, approach the opponent quickly, and launch an attack from the side.

Is this effective? Not to mention that it is really useful. As mentioned earlier, the t-54's sight-seeing system is very simple, which tests the gunner's level. It may be okay to hit fixed targets, but it is really hard to attack moving targets. Especially, Old Hemstral has basically not corrected the possibility of shooting various elements at this time, so the hit rate has further decreased.

"Your grandma, don't run away if you have the guts!"

After the old man flew three times in a row, he was also angry. At this time, he hoped that his car would not have lame legs! In that way, he could teach the Germans how to be a human being in minutes. Now, he could only watch two black panthers encircle from the left and right wings, but there was no way.

The situation is obvious. No matter which target he attacks, the other Black Panther can successfully go around the flank to attack it. The front hemisphere of T-54 is very powerful, but the rear hemisphere is not that strong. With the black panther's firepower, it can be easily worn.

However, Old Hemstrasse is not a person without decision. He has already put life and death aside. He has already pulled two people to the back. Before the battle ends, he can even pull the third wave of enemies to the back. This is enough. So the old man chose a black panther without hesitation and started to turn the muzzle. The meaning is quite clear and he will choose you!

"Your uncle!"

Kriegel cursed in his heart, because Old Hemstrasse was so dead that he chose his car. With the firepower of T-54, as long as he could hit it, he could destroy it 100%. That means death!

Kriegel didn't want to die at all, but what made him depressed was that the power of choice was not in his hands, and his fate only depends on the enemy from this moment on.

"Keep calm!"

The captain ordered calmly that if he didn't look at his expression, he would think that this guy was the kind of warrior who looked at him as if he was ready to die. In fact, he was not. He also cursed Old Hemstrasse in his heart, and did not understand why this old guy chose his tank as his target.

But the commander also made it clear that since the result is destined, he must accept it. He must attract firepower for his comrades. This is the duty of the soldier!

"Kriegel, be smarter. Our current purpose is not to destroy the enemy. It is to protect ourselves! Stay flexible and maneuverable, and do not give the enemy any opportunity to take advantage of!"

Kriegel could only express his inability to complain about the commander's order. Why? The mobility of the Black Panther tank is very average, or even poor. Especially the early models of Black Panther. The problem of aggravation shift lever turns driving into heavy physical labor. Coupled with the engine with many problems, Kriegel really wants to say: "How can this be done!"

However, Kriegel did not say this because it was meaningless. So what if he said it? What else would he use besides making his comrades more anxious? Anyway, he did his best to do it. As for the final result, only God knows.

It should be said that Kriegel's performance was still very good and he did perform at the highest level. He drove a tank "lightly" through the rugged wilderness, frequently changing directions, not giving Old Hemstral any chance to aim. It was not until a ridge hit him, and the violent vibration made him lose control of the direction, which gave Old Hemstral a chance to shoot.

"Damn it, why did the engine shut down?" the commander cursed.

Kriegel knew very well. This was the engine that was overheated. Whenever the load was too high, Black Panther's engine was prone to problems, which might spontaneously ignite, pull the cylinder, or shut down. This time it was shut down.

"Start quickly!" The commander was anxious because he had seen the guns of the black hole of the T-54 in the distance aimed at him, which meant that they had been locked. Perhaps in the next second, the other party would open fire!

Old Hemstral was not in a hurry to open fire. He knew very well that there was only one god-given opportunity, and he had to aim carefully, otherwise there would be no second chance. Before opening the fire, he even observed the situation on the battlefield again. Another black panther had gone around the side, but the previous shot was knocked away. After a few seconds, the enemy would shoot again. He had to deal with the broken enemy before the enemy fired again. Then he quickly turned the turret and prayed that the enemy would hit the plane again or not wear the armor of No. 888.

After 1:5 seconds, the old man fired a shot, and the shell poured all his hope. If the enemy could not be destroyed, it would mean that he would be destroyed.

Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The shell that poured the old man's all hope was actually a dud! The projectile accurately hit the Black Panther's turret, but the piezoelectric fuse did not work normally!

Finished!

At that moment, Old Hemstrard was completely lost. He knew very well that there would be no second chance, and the enemy would destroy him in the next second.

"Farewell, Russia! Goodbye, my motherland!"

The old man silently kissed the cross hanging on his chest twice, closed his hands and closed his eyes, ready to welcome the arrival of death.

After a few seconds, a loud bang woke the old man up. He did not feel the pain of the explosion. In fact, nothing happened, which made him very strange. But then there was another loud bang. He turned his periscope, looked in the direction of the sound, and was immediately stunned!

What did he see? A figure covered in mud is fighting against the enemy's tank! Yes, there is no problem with this description, it is a flesh-and-blood body fighting against the steel monster!

The man threw a grenade at the enemy's tank from time to time, and the explosion interfered with the Black Panther's sighting system and also involved the attention of the tank members. At this time, the enemy no longer had to deal with No. 888 first, but instead gave priority to fighting with the "little ants" close at hand.

Old Hemstral was stunned for more than a second because he had never seen such a brave and warlike warrior. He skillfully dealt with the enemy's tanks, always running away quickly when the enemy's juxtaposition machine gun was about to turn. The bullets fired by the enemy almost jumped in his footsteps, and every moment was a moment of life and death!

Old Hemstrasse was shocked. He couldn't believe his eyes and just watched the "Superman" performing so foolishly. He didn't come back to his senses until the turret clanged.

"I'll just slap it, is this a fucking human?" The old man looked at "Superman" at the last time, then quickly took off an armor-breaking bullet from the ammunition rack, and then stuffed it into the barrel chamber. On the other hand, he continued to curse: "I dare to hit me, I'll give you a ride on a dirt plane!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man fired again. This time he was more accurate. The shells bloomed a flower of flame on the Black Panther turret. The black panther soon started to catch fire, and then the hatch was pushed open, and the crew members inside struggled to climb out.

"I want to run! Eat me a shuttle of 'peanuts'." The old man started shooting with a strange smile. The parallel machine guns squirted violently at the fire tongue, and shot a box of bullets. The old man stopped.

Kriegel will never forget that day. The moment before, they were still thanking God for blessing. The dud made all members of the crew ecstatic. Weber, in ecstasy, fired a shot at the enemy without hesitation. He shot very accurately, but it was the shot that woke Old Hemstral and sent Kriegel's friends to hell.

After the main armor was penetrated, the commander opened a hole in his chest by a jet on the spot. Blood was gushing from the hole as thick as a forearm. Weber couldn't hold it down. After a few seconds, the commander died, and the loading hand died earlier than him. After the main armor was penetrated, the fragments cracked on the back of the armor were directly inserted into his forehead and he died on the spot.

A few seconds later, the hydraulic pipeline that was penetrated was ignited, and the turret was filled with flames. Weber tried to extinguish the fire. But the fire extinguisher was of no use. He could only choose to give up: "Abandon the car, hurry! The launching medicine is almost lit!"

Everyone knows that once the launch medicine is ignited, the tank will have only one ending. No one wants to die, so Krieger, Webber and the radio quickly started running away, pushing the hatch open, and they crawled out, but before they could poke out half of their bodies, the machine gun bullets shot over.

The first person to be killed was Weber, a gunner with great shooting talent, who was hit by three shots in a row. He died on the spot, half of his body hung on the turret, which seemed so sad. The next person to be shot was Kriegel, who had just stood up at that time. Then he rushed to his shoulder and was poked by something, and then fell to the ground. The last person to be shot was a radio player, who was killed while running away, and a shuttle machine gun bullet drilled in from behind him and then sprayed out from the front, and could not die anymore.

Kriegel later recalled: "My shoulder blade was broken. Half of my body could not move. I rolled and crawled into the bottom of the car, and then I saved my life. But this was not good, because a few minutes later, the tank exploded, and I was also impacted at the bottom of the car, and my eardrum was perforated and I fainted..."

When Kriegel woke up again, he was already in the field hospital, specifically the Red Army's field hospital. In the next few years, he would build the earth in the prisoner-of-war camp in Siberia. It was not until 1950 that he was pardoned and returned to Democratic Germany, who was forced to work as a prisoner of war.

Compared to those who died in battle, Kriegel was lucky, but in the eyes of Old Hemstral, there was only one person on this battlefield who could be called lucky, and he was Shi Nengji.

After Old Hemstrasse solved Krieger's tank, he immediately turned the turret. In his opinion, as long as nothing unexpected happens, he can still gain a victory. As for the brave Red Army soldier, to be honest, the old man doesn't think he can really fight the tank and win. The best result is to be knocked down by a machine gun bullet, the worst result is to be crushed into meat paste by the black panther, and may even be directly bombarded by the enemy into slag.

When the old man finally transferred the turret over, he was very inclined to the latter result, because he saw the Black Panther tank stopping there intact, while the figure who had fought with him before disappeared.

"Heroic young man, I will avenge you!"

Old Hemstrard's eyes were red. He was determined to knock the enemy's tank into pieces, load and aim at it in one go. The whole set of actions could score 99 points! However, just as he was about to fire, he climbed out of the turret alone.

The old man was a little strange. He didn't understand what the German guy was trying to get crazy? What did he do when he crawled out of the turret during a war? Breathable? Or commit suicide?

So he observed the other party very carefully, and I have to say that this observation action is very necessary! Because he saw clearly that the guy like a mud monkey climbing out of the enemy's turret was the hero he had seen before!!

The old man wiped his eyes in disbelief, thinking that it was dizzy, but the mud monkey still existed and waved to him comfortably.

What's going on?

Old Hemstrasse was full of doubts, and he was anxious and didn't know what to do. He was really worried. Without saying a word, the old man climbed out of the turret and walked towards the mud monkey with one foot high and one foot low. To be honest, only he could do this kind of thing. You must know that this is the battlefield, with bullets and shells flying over his head constantly, but the old man was so willful.

When he finally walked to the Mud Monkey, the old man discovered that Mud Monkey was holding an Eastern Hole. In the past, the old man was unwilling to deal with ethnic minorities. He was very proud of his bloodline and believed that Eastern people were all scumbags. But today, he had to correct this conclusion because this Eastern person was much more powerful than him.

"Comrade," Shi Nengchi said with a smile: "Is there any cigarette?"

The old man took out the best Cuban cigar from his pocket and handed it over.

"So thick? Russian cigarettes are big!" Shi Nengji sighed.

The cigar was ignited with the help of the old man. When Shi Nengji beautifully spit out the smoke ring and made a satisfying snoring, the old man finally couldn't help it. He patted the motionless black panther and asked, "What's going on with this tank?"

Shi Nengji replied calmly: "I jumped up, lifted the hatch, and a grenade was done!"

Looking at Shi Nengji's calm and indifferent look, Old Hemstrasse couldn't calm down. He looked at Shi Nengji with a dumbfounded look, with 100 million alpacas running in his heart... (To be continued.)

ps: Bow to thank the hackers on the iceberg, drunk without Fengfeng, flowing Huagui, Jinguan City Guest, hzangdd and comrade Juventus!
Chapter completed!