EnsignExpendable

There is no better bed than a T-34 turret.
 

Father of the year.jpg
 

You spin me right round, baby, right round
 

Forget the Armata, new Russian experimental armour stands head and shoulders over anything we've seen so far!
 

Here's what 400 mm of glorious Izhor Steel looks like.
 

Russia stronk! 

Every man and beast rises to defeat fascist invader!  

Top secret data on the project retrieved by the CIA.
 

If you're on a per-deliverable kickback scheme, getting kickbacks for the number of wheels is a pretty decent move.

I don't know why you think it was a nightmare to repair, replacement of springs was something that could be done at company repair workshops without much difficulty. As for taking up room inside the vehicle, the British actually praised this solution because it did not increase the height of the tank or require skirts like their own tanks had. Although the British always had a pretty complicated relationship with suspensions.

Actually I wonder, there is nothing stopping one from making a tank with both interleaved road wheels and a Christie suspension...

Because they are akin to dumb teenagers rebelling against mommy and daddy and trying to be cool and edgy. Back in the 80s you did it with blue jeans, chewing gum, and "The Police" cassettes, because enough veterans were still alive for even dumb teenagers to realize what a horror the nazis were. 

Major Laurier had picked the wrong day to change meth dealers.
 
The sharp pounding in his head had started just as the scramble alert came on. A Russian Tupolev Tu-95 bomber had blatantly violated Canada's northern sovereignity and was headed for the strategic city of Yellowknife. It was up to his squadron, No. 420 Harper's Harriers to show those Slav bastards what-for with their state-of-the-art C-35 war machines... and peacefully escort them out of Canada's airspace. 
 
Now, he was alone. Captain Fraiser's C-35 had flown through a cloud and the moisture had torn its skin from its fuselage. The rookie, Lieutenant Dorian, had attempted a gentle banked turn and the strain on his engine was too great. His plane exploded in a hail of fire, cheap steel and packing peanuts. He didn't even have time to scream. Fucking hotshot, thought the Major.
 
The Tupolev was zooming southeast at a blistering Mach 0.3 but he was slowly closing in on his prey. He had already dropped his external fuel tanks, all four of his bullets and his missile to stay airborne, and the airframe was shuddering like his Chevy Cavalier on the Trans-Canada Highway. The radar app had crashed an hour ago and OnStar was useless. No, I don't want to find a fucking gas station, I'm trying to intercept a warplane! Nonetheless, he had followed the contrails left by the bomber in the northern sky. He knew he was close. And then there! On the edge of his horizon, a vast twenty miles away, were the Russians. He clenched his jaw and punched up the afterburners. The plane kicked and lurched like a mechanical bull with half the gears broken. He set course to ram his plane into the hulking turboprop. I knew I wasn't coming back from this mission, he thought. I'm a C-35 pilot. We don't come back. But at least I'll take these assholes with me. His squadron's motto, FUCK EVERYONE AND PISS ON THEIR ASHES, rang in his ears as his HUD flashed a 404 error. 
 
Meanwhile, on the Russian plane...
 
The Major was five miles from the bomber when he heard a new and unfamiliar bang. He tried in vain to look behind him, but from the corner of his eye, he could see a great crack forming on his left wing. He knew at once what it meant. The epoxy that kept the plane together was never meant for such extreme temperatures. His plane was literally coming apart at the seams. How he wished he was in an Avro Arrow now. With a sickening CRRRACK the wing tore itself free from the plane and the C-35 went into a death spin. The Tupolev continued on, oblivious.
 
Amidst the alarms, klaxons and spontaneous fire, Frasier bit his lip and thought of Maverick. Then suddenly he remembered his training. One of the Powerpoint slides had mentioned that the ejection seat was NOT made by Lockheed, but by a British company! Hope sprung in his breast; perhaps he might survive this ordeal, and achieve his dream of becoming a cyberathelete! In desperation he lunged at the ejector handle. The seat roared upward into the void and while the canopy didn't deploy, it didn't matter; the cheap glass was shattered easily by his hundred thousand dollar helmet. 
 
The Major breathed a sigh of relief as the chute deployed and slowed his descent. He took one last glance at his plane, which plummeted like a meteor into the ground and exploded. It was a bittersweet sight. At the very least, he thought, he had saved half a billion dollars from the clutches of the poor, the needy, the nonwhite and Quebec. The thought made him smile. 
 
The ejector seat landed with a soft thud on a river bank, narrowly missing some pine trees. He looked around at the bright sky, the green grass and river teeming with fish. This unfamiliar hellscape sent chills of fear down his spine. If I liked the outdoors, he thought, I would've joined in the army.
 
Thus began Major Laurier's desperate bid for survival in the harsh subarctic summer, where temperatures could drop to nearly below freezing. In the distance, a beaver roared.

You spin me right round, baby, right round
 

Tanks Encyclopedia ha a magazine now. It's still mind-bogglingly terrible.
 

There is an old book from Crysler put out on their factory called 'the tanks are coming'.

Tanks Encyclopedia ha a magazine now. It's still mind-bogglingly terrible.
 

The best way I heard the movement summarized is that they treat the law as magic, and if they say the right spell, the state can do nothing but impotently wring its hands at them.

My book has been submitted! Now to sit back and become a New York Times bestselling author.
 
Preorder it if you haven't already, and if you have then preorder a second one.
https://www.amazon.com/Designing-T-34-2019-Genesis-Revolutionary/dp/1911658301
 

My book has been submitted! Now to sit back and become a New York Times bestselling author.
 
Preorder it if you haven't already, and if you have then preorder a second one.
https://www.amazon.com/Designing-T-34-2019-Genesis-Revolutionary/dp/1911658301
 

My book has been submitted! Now to sit back and become a New York Times bestselling author.
 
Preorder it if you haven't already, and if you have then preorder a second one.
https://www.amazon.com/Designing-T-34-2019-Genesis-Revolutionary/dp/1911658301
 

My book has been submitted! Now to sit back and become a New York Times bestselling author.
 
Preorder it if you haven't already, and if you have then preorder a second one.
https://www.amazon.com/Designing-T-34-2019-Genesis-Revolutionary/dp/1911658301
 

This is probably a lot closer to what a Panzer 46 vehicle would have looked like than most of the crap people imagine.
 

Didn't they learn from Russia that nothing good can come from electing a dude named Boris?

Aaaand it's done!
 








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I got drunk and stole everything from a dude's house, so far a quick reskin can make this into a passable 90s Russia simulator.