Chapter 50: Diba H-818 (3)

The new tank was like a fierce beast, driving out of the tall and empty assembly workshop, and the rumbling noise made Zuo Junqiang's eardrums a little unbearable. He had to cover his ears!

"Principal Zuo, don't you think that these noises make our land tyrants even more domineering!" Zhao Zhongyao looked as if nothing had happened, as if he was born with resistance to this kind of huge noise.

"What do you mean, you didn't deliberately design this kind of noise for this new tank, did you?" Zuo Jun looked at Zhao Zhongyao in puzzlement.

"The atomic engine itself is not very noisy, even if it is installed on a tank, it is not very noisy.

But tanks are meant to be torn apart from the enemy on the battlefield. On the battlefield, sound is a kind of combat power. The roar of tanks, the roar of artillery, and the roar of aircraft are all indispensable factors on the battlefield.

Before, I also wanted to make a tank without noise, but after thinking about it, I felt that from the actual combat consideration, the tank car still had to have a strong roar, otherwise, it would not be domineering and mighty enough. ”

Zhao Zhongyao took this into account in the design of this new tank car. So a kind of analog noise device was installed on the tank. As long as the atomic engine is working, it will find the same huge roar as a real tank.

"Zhongyao, you are really thoughtful! You have even thought of all kinds of noises on the battlefield! Yes! You are right, if an armored combat vehicle like the Diba does not make any noise when driving on the ground, it is not similar to a car, and what is there to be mighty! It seems that tanks need loud noise, so that they can have momentum!"

Zuo Junqiang listened to Zhao Zhongyao's explanation and understood what was going on.

"That's right, that's what I thought about, otherwise, what you see will be a silent tank!

Zhao Zhongyao looked at Zuo Junqiang very proudly, and felt that his idea was of great practical significance.

"Zhongyao, your Dibula tank looks and sounds very powerful, but I don't know if it's really powerful! How powerful is it! Is it much more powerful than the original tank!" Zuo Junqiang looked at the iron guy in front of him, and wanted to know how powerful it was!

"Principal Zuo, let's put it this way! My tank is almost equivalent to the traction of ten ordinary tanks! The traction of ordinary tanks is generally between 500 and 1,000 horsepower. And the traction of my Diba tank may be between 5,000-10,000 horsepower!"

Zhao Zhongyao has long theoretically calculated the power of the atomic engine, which is almost ten times the power of a traditional tank engine.

"Is there really such a big traction!" Zuo Junqiang seemed to be a little disbelieving. He felt that this tank was just larger than ordinary tanks in appearance, and even if it used an atomic engine, the traction force could not have the total traction of ten ordinary tanks! It would be enough to think that it would be two ordinary tanks.

"Principal Zuo, I can't prove this to you, unless you get ten ordinary tanks to compete with the land lord I developed now, otherwise, you really can't prove the actual traction of the land lord!"

Zhao Zhongyao could only look at Zuo Junqiang helplessly and shook his head, he felt that the actual ability of the land tyrant was really impossible to verify.

"Di Di Di Di! Di Di Di ------"

Just when Zhao Zhongyao was still chatting with Zuo Junqiang, an off-road jeep drove in from the gate of the factory, seemed to be in a hurry, kept honking the horn, and soon drove in front of Zuo Junqiang.

The door opened, and a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged soldier in a colonel's uniform stepped out of the jeep. He was followed by two shorter young captains, probably the colonel's subordinate company commanders or something.

"Lao Zuo, I can be regarded as having found you! Why are you not in school, in the factory!" the middle-aged officer greeted Zuo Junqiang with a loud voice.

"Hey, Lao Yan! You soldier, don't stay in the army, what are you doing in the factory of our Jianggong University!"

The old Yan that the left army forcibly called, his name is Yan Mingcheng, and he is a regiment commander of an armored division stationed in Jianghai. Because he and Zuo Junqiang are fellow countrymen, the two were classmates in middle school and good friends, so they have always maintained a good friendship.

"Lao Zuo! Don't mention it, it's not like I'm in a little urgent now! I want you to help me!" Lao Yan said, looking around.

When he saw a red crane not far away, he hurriedly said to Zuo Junqiang: "Old Zuo, can you use the crane in your factory?"

"What the hell have you encountered! There is a problem with this crane in our factory, and the workers have not repaired it yet!" Zuo Jun looked at Yan Mingcheng in puzzlement.

"Lao Zuo, that's right, the tank regiment I led is participating in a coordinated combat exercise organized by the division headquarters! But just now, a heavy tank of our regiment accidentally fell into a quagmire after breaking through the enemy's blockade line.

Originally, I didn't care, I thought, I have a tank, and if I fall into it, it's not a big deal. I'll use another tank and pull it out.

But I didn't expect that this quagmire was very deep, and it was all mud underneath, and the tanks were sinking deeper and deeper in it! I used six tanks and didn't pull them out!

To say, our tank regiment has tanks, and there is no problem in finding a few more, but it is a valley area, the terrain is narrow, and the six tanks are already crowded together.

You also know that tanks are valuable equipment, and each one will cost millions of dollars! If this tank gets stuck in the mud and cannot be dragged out, the division commander will definitely punish me if he knows about it.

So I'm very anxious right now! I hope you can help me and find me another crane that works!"

After Lao Yan finished speaking, he looked at Zuo Junqiang with a pleading gaze.

"Lao Yan! It's not that I don't help you, there are a few cranes in our factory, but they all go out to perform tasks, and this is the only one at home, and there is a problem, and I can't do anything! I'm sorry, you better think of a way by yourself! Don't your troops have crane equipment!"

Zuo Junqiang looked at Yan Mingcheng helplessly, and told him, he couldn't do anything!

"Lao Zuo! Our troops have cranes, but the equipment is at the division headquarters! If I want to borrow it, isn't it very likely that the division commander will know!" Lao Yan looked helpless and looked at Zuo Junqiang.