Steel Soviet Union

Special Chapter: Work Time

Hello, comrades,

I am Malashenko, commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division,

Just now a young soldier asked me what happened to Comrade Commander.

I said what's going on?

Bring me a photo and let me take a look!

Oh, it turns out there were two German stick teams yesterday, both in their 30s.

One drives a 44-ton Panther, and the other drives a 70-ton King Tiger.

The towers said,

One person said that the turret of my Tiger King has rotated too much recently and the steering gear has broken.

Mr. Ma, can you teach me how to repair a car?

Please help repair my steering wheel.

I said yes,

I said that your German machine was too sophisticated, like a vase, and was useless. He was not convinced.

I said, brother, use your highest-penetrating shells to burn the armor on my head.

He can't get confused,

He said your cannonballs can't penetrate my armor.

I said my cannonball can penetrate it.

This is the Red Navy 130 naval gun, a 130mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile, not a bullet with an iron ball.

Even that 188-ton rat can't withstand my cannon.

He said he wanted to try it with me,

I said yes.

As soon as I said,

He started the engine with a bang, so fast!

Then when I came up, I stepped on the accelerator to death.

A sudden brake,

A quick aim!

I expected it all,

Anticipating this, he naturally reacted quickly. The main cannon was aimed at his Tiger King's big face, but did not hit him. I smiled and prepared to collect the car.

Because at this time, according to the traditional duel point, he has already lost. If this shot is fired, it will penetrate his big face with one shot, and the explosive ammunition will fly to the head, aiming at his big face without hitting him.

He also admitted that I aimed at his weak point first. He did not know that the main gun was already aimed at his face. He admitted that I hit his weak point first. I stopped fighting when I was collecting the car and was about to return to the division headquarters. He suddenly attacked me and hit me in the face with an armor-piercing bullet.

I have a big E and didn’t flash.

His long 88 rubbed the right side of my turret cheek, but it didn’t matter.

He also said it, and he also said it when he took pictures,

More than two minutes later, a piece of paint was rubbed off the armor. I covered the scratch on my precious IS7 and said stop.

Then more than two minutes later, the driver also got out of the car.

I said, little German stick, you don’t understand martial ethics, you don’t understand,

He quickly said sorry, sorry, I don't understand the rules. He said he was beaten randomly.

He didn't just fight randomly. He was well-trained in quick aiming and quick reloading. Later he said that he had practiced against the Yankees on the Western Front for two years, so he seemed to be well prepared.

These two carts of German sticks,

Don’t talk about martial ethics,

Come,

[ ]cheat!

Come,

Sneak attack!

My 69 ton heavy tank.

Is this good? This is not good.

I advise these two carts of German sticks,

Mouse Tail Juice.

Reflect.

Don't make such a clever move again in the future.