Let's put it this way, the German tank chief designer had to accommodate the subsystems and pay for the "exceedance" of the following subsystems, such as the King Tiger's overly powerful main gun. And the chief designer of the tank in the USSR is a big bull, and what kind of garbage can be saved in their hands to create a cost-effective design.

Two of the more classic examples are the T-34 and T-54, have there been any epoch-making technologies on these two tanks? Is the T-34 super firepower or super thick armor? And what is unique in the subsystem of the T-54?

Obviously, no, even the T-54 is still rough in some aspects, for example, there is not even a two-way stabilizer for the gun (only high and low stabilizers), the engine is the B2 series that has not changed for thousands of years, and the transmission is still a fixed-shaft mechanical type with the extreme garbage.

Let's put it this way, whether it's the T-54 or the T-34, break it down into pieces, and maybe your first feeling is - I'll it, it's a pile of garbage!

The question is, the general design of the Soviet tank of Da Niu was stunned to combine this pile of garbage into a torrent of ironclad that makes the West frightened, what is? It's called! To paraphrase Li Dazui's words: "All good chefs can make good dishes with good ingredients, but real chefs can make good dishes with the most ordinary ingredients!" ”

It is clear that the chief designer of Germany belongs to the former, and the chief designer of the USSR belongs to the latter, and it is clear who is more awesome.

Back on the battlefield, look at the T-54, as a "heavy" tank that weighs ten tons more than the early T-34, its maximum height is even a few centimeters lower than the T-34, I have to say that the Soviet designers have put a lot of effort into it. Look at the Black Panther. Armored defense was inferior to the T-54. But it weighs almost more than 10 tons. And the car is 3 meters high, which is a lot higher than the T-54. On the battlefield, the Panther, which has a larger target, is naturally easier to spot, and the low-profile T-54 is undoubtedly more survivable.

Of course, some comrades will spit out the cramped internal space of the T-54 and talk about ergonomics. But is ergonomics that important? It is not denied that ergonomic products are indeed comfortable to use, but are tanks general civilian products? This is a machine that kills, and the first thing is combat performance. As for whether the members are particularly comfortable, does that really matter? Nima, this is not a long-distance bus, is a tank with a sleeper a good tank?

For a country like the Soviet Union, which is relatively backward in terms of overall heavy industry capacity, it is not possible or necessary to make the performance of a certain weapon perfect, which will consume more resources, and the final combat effectiveness will not be optimal. Focusing on the main performance and grasping the main contradiction is the way to choose and take.

For example, the current old Hemstra is very satisfied with the ability of the T-54, and its low profile minimizes the probability of being shot. All of the weight saved by the reduction in size was used to strengthen the armor, which made the T-54's defense more powerful than ever. It can be said that now, no German tank can help it.

If he was fast enough and good enough to shoot, old Hemsstra could comfortably blow up the encircling German tanks one by one. Anyway, half of the four German tanks that surrounded him had already been killed by the old man, and only two Panthers were left to continue to approach relentlessly.

"800 meters, armor-piercing shells, put!"

Webb didn't know how many shots he had fired, and he had hit the other man more than once in previous shots, but to his dismay, it didn't work. All the shells were bounced off by the turret, and it was useless except for loosening the opponent's muscles.

"Keep going!"

When another armor-piercing bullet was bounced off again, the German commander viciously gave the order, and they began to attack from a distance of one thousand meters, but now they have entered within 800 meters, but they still can't help the other party, is it necessary to enter within 500 meters to have a play?

If the poor commander had known that the PzGr.39 armor-piercing projectiles he was using could not penetrate the frontal armor of the T-54 at zero range, he would have collapsed. However, the commander was still very smart, and when he found that the T-54's armor was stronger than he expected, he made a decision, which was to speed up as much as possible, quickly approach the opponent, and attack from the side.

Does this work? Not to mention that it is really useful, as mentioned earlier, the observation and sighting system of the T-54 is very simple, which is quite a test of the gunner's level, and it may be okay to hit a fixed target, but it is really difficult to attack a moving target. In particular, the old Hemsstra basically did not have the possibility of correcting the shooting of Zhuyuan at this time, so the hit rate was further reduced.

"Your grandma, don't run away!"

After the old man hit the plane three times in a row, he was also angry, and how he wished that his car was not lame! Then he would be able to teach the Germans how to behave in minutes. And now, he could only watch as the two Panthers outflanked him from the left and right wings, but there was nothing he could do.

It was clear that no matter which target he attacked, the other Panther would be able to flank it. The front hemisphere defense of the T-54 is very strong, but the rear hemisphere is not so strong, and it can be easily penetrated with the fire of the Panther.

However, old Hemstra is not an indecisive person, he has long put life and death aside, and now he has pulled two cushions, and before the battle is over, he can even pull the third wave of enemy cushions, which is enough. So the old man didn't hesitate to choose a panther and began to turn the muzzle, the meaning was quite clear - just choose you!

"Your uncle!"

Kriegel scolded angrily in his heart, because old Hemstra was so good that he had chosen his car. With the firepower of the T-54, as long as it can hit, it can be destroyed 100%. And that means death!

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

"Keep calm!"

The commander ordered calmly, if you didn't look at his expression, you would think that this guy was the kind of warrior who looked at death as if he were home, but in fact he was not, and he cursed old Hemsstra in his heart. I don't understand why this old guy chose his tank as a target.

But the commander is also clear. Now that the result is already doomed. Then he must accept that he must attract firepower for his comrades, this is the duty of a soldier!

"Kriegel, be smart, our goal now is not to destroy the enemy, but to preserve ourselves! Stay flexible and don't give your enemies any chance! ”

For the commander's order, Kriegel could only say that he was powerless to complain. Why? The mobility of the Panther tank was mediocre. It can even be said to be poor. Especially in the early models of the Panther, the jerky shifter made driving a strenuous manual labor, and with the problematic engine, Kriegel really wanted to say, "How can this be done!" ”

But Kriegel didn't say it, because it was meaningless, so what, what was the use of saying it other than to make his comrades more anxious? Anyway, he did his best, and as for the final result, only God knows.

It should be said that Kriegel's performance is still very good. I really played at the highest level. I saw him driving the tank "lightly" through the rugged wilderness one after another, frequently changing directions. Don't give old Hemstra much of a chance to aim. It wasn't until a ridge hit him that the violent shaking made him lose control of his direction, and that old Hemsstra had a chance to shoot.

"Damn, what's going on!" The commander cursed.

Kriegel knew very well that this was because the engine was overheating, and every time the load was too great, the Panther engine was prone to problems, which could spontaneously combust, pull the cylinder, or stall. And this time it's going out.

"Hurry up and start!" The commander was in a hurry, because he had already seen the muzzle of the T-54 black hole in the distance aimed at him, which meant that they had been locked, and maybe in the next second, the other party would fire!

Old Hemstra was not in a hurry to fire, he knew very well that there was only one such a godsend, and he had to aim carefully, otherwise, there would be no second chance. Before firing, he even observed the situation on the battlefield again, and the other Panther had already circled to the side, only the previous shot had missed. After a few seconds, the enemy will shoot again. He must take out the anchored enemy before the enemy shoots again, and then quickly turn the turret and pray that the enemy will fight again or not penetrate the armor of the 888.

After one and a half seconds, the old man fired a cannonball, which filled him with all his hopes, if he could not destroy the enemy, it meant that he would be destroyed.

Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The shell, which filled the old man with all his hopes, turned out to be a dud! The projectile accurately hit the panther's turret, but the piezoelectric fuse did not work!

Finished!

At that moment, old Hemstra was disillusioned, he knew very well that there would be no second chance, and in the next second the enemy would destroy him.

"Farewell, Russia! Farewell, my Motherland! ”

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

A few tenths of a second later, a loud bang woke the old man up, and he didn't feel the pain of the explosion, and in fact nothing happened, which made him very strange. But then there was another loud bang. He turned the periscope, looked in the direction of the sound, and was immediately stunned!

What did he see? A figure covered in mud is fighting an enemy tank! Yes, there's nothing wrong with this description, it's just a flesh and blood body fighting a steel monster!

From time to time, the man threw a grenade at the enemy tank, and the explosion interfered with the Panther's sighting system and drew the attention of the tank crew. At this time, the enemy no longer cares about solving No. 888 first, but gives priority to fighting the "little ants" who are close at hand.

Old Hemstra was stunned for more than a second, for he had never seen such a brave warrior. He deftly maneuvered with the enemy's tanks, always running away when the enemy's side-by-side machine guns were about to turn, and the enemy's bullets were almost following his footprints, and every moment was a moment of life and death!

Old Hemstra was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, and just stupidly watched the "Superman" perform to his heart's content, until the turret sounded, and he came back to his senses.

"me, this human?" The old man glanced at "Superman" one last time, then quickly took out an armor-piercing bullet from the ammunition rack, and then stuffed it into the barrel of the gun fiercely on one side, and continued to curse on the other side: "Dare to hit Lao Tzu." Lao Tzu sent you to play on a dirt plane! ”

As soon as the words fell. The old man fired again. This time it was more accurate, and the shell burst into a flower of fire on the Panther turret, and the Panther soon began 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 laughed and began to shoot, and the parallel machine guns sprayed tongues of fire violently, and it was enough to finish a box of bullets before the old man stopped.

Kriegel will never forget that day. A moment ago, they were still thanking God for their blessings, and the dud bomb made all the members of the crew ecstatic, and Webber in ecstasy did not hesitate to fire a shot at the enemy, which was accurate, but then it was not an egg. And it was this cannon that woke up old Hemstra and sent Kriegel's friends to hell.

After the main armor was penetrated, the commander was jetted into a hole in his chest on the spot, and blood gushed from the hole the thickness of the baby's forearm, and Webb couldn't hold it down, and the commander died a few seconds later. Also dying before him were the Loader. After the main armor was penetrated, the fragments of the armor back plate were pierced directly into his head. I choked on the spot.

Seconds later, the punctured hydraulic line ignited, the turret was filled with flames, and Webb tried to extinguish the fire, but the fire extinguisher was of no avail. He could only choose to give up: "Abandon the car, quickly!" The propellant is about to be ignited! ”

Everyone knows that once the propellant is ignited, there is only one end to the tank. No one wanted to die, so Kriegel, Webb, and the radioman quickly began to run, pushing open the hatch and crawling out, but before they could poke out halfway, the machine-gun bullets came at them.

The first to be killed was Weber, a very talented gunner who was hit three times in a row and died on the spot, half of his body hung on the turret, looking so sad. The next person to be shot was Kriegel, who had just gotten up, and then he rushed to get poked in the shoulder by something, and then fell to the ground. The last to be shot was the radio hand, who was killed in the run, and a shuttle machine gun bullet got through his back and then sprayed out from the front, dead no more.

Kriegel later recalled: "I broke my shoulder blade and couldn't move half of my body, so I crawled under the car and saved my life." But it wasn't easy, because a few minutes later, the tank exploded, and I was hit under 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, and in the next few years he would be repairing the earth in a prisoner of war camp in Siberia. It was not until 1950 that he was pardoned and returned to the GDR after being forced to work as a prisoner of war.

Kriegel was lucky compared to those who died in battle, but in the eyes of old Hemstra, there was only one person on this battlefield who could be called lucky, and he was Shi Nengzhi.

As soon as the elder Hemstra had dealt with Kriegel's tank, he turned the turret, and it seemed to him that he could reap a success, as long as nothing else. As for the very heroic Red Army soldier, to be honest, the old man did not think that he could really fight with the tank and achieve victory, and the best result was to be knocked down by machine gun bullets, and the worst result was to be crushed into pulp by the panthers, and it was even possible to be directly bombarded into slag by the enemy.

When the old man finally turned the turret over, he was inclined to the latter result, because he saw that the Panther tank was parked there intact, and the figure that had fought with it was gone.

"Valulant lad, I will avenge you!"

Old Hemstra's eyes were red, and he was determined to bomb the enemy's tanks into scum, reload and aim in one go, and the whole set of actions could score 9.99 points! But just as he was about to open fire, a man crawled out of the turret.

The old man is a little strange, I don't understand what kind of madness the Germans are smoking? What do you do when you climb out of the turret during the war? Breathable? Or suicide?

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

The old man wiped his eyes in disbelief, thinking that the old eyes were dizzy, but the mud monkey was still there, and he waved his hand pleasantly.

What's going on?

Old Hemsstra was full of questions, and he was in a hurry, and if he didn't figure it out, he was really scratching his heart. Without saying a word, the old man also climbed out of the turret and walked towards the mud monkey with one foot high and one foot low. To be honest, this kind of thing is only he can do, you know, this is the battlefield, and bullets and shells are constantly flying over his head, but the old man is so willful.

When he finally walked in front of the mud monkey, the old man found that the mud monkey had an oriental face on his head, and the old man was reluctant to deal with ethnic minorities before, but he was very proud of his bloodline, thinking that Orientals were all scum. But today, he had to revise this conclusion, because this Oriental man was much more powerful than him.

"Comrade," Shi Neng said with a smile, "Is there any smoke?" ”

The old man was stunned and took out a fine Cuban cigar from his pocket and handed it over.

"So thick? Russian smoke is big! Shi Neng sighed with emotion.

The cigar was lit with the help of the old man, and when the old man finally couldn't help himself, he patted the motionless panther and asked, "What's the matter with this tank?" ”

Shi Neng replied very indifferently: "I jumped up, lifted the hatch, and a grenade was done!" ”

Looking at the breezy and nonchalant appearance of the release of the holdings, the old Hemstra could not be calm, he looked at the relief of the relief in amazement, there were 100 million alpacas running in his heart...... (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank the hackers on the iceberg, the drunken Wufeng, the river Huagui, the Jinguancheng Zhongke, hzwangdd and Comrade Juventus!