LIGHTNOVELONLINE M1A3 SepV4 TUSK RM
After the briefing, the crew returned to the hangar to view the modifications to their tank. Tiger proudly explained the changes.
The first modification is the engine. M1 Abrams' former engine, AGT-1500 gas turbine engine, while capable of producing 1,500 horsepower, had a fuel consumption rate of approximately 21.45 liters per kilometer. This limited the tank's range to around 420 kilometers on its 1,909-liter fuel tank.
To address this issue, the M1A3 Abrams SEPv3 variant introduced the prototype IST-01 engine, a powerplant boasting significant improvements in fuel efficiency and power output. The IST-01 is still a jet engine, similar to the AGT-1500, but it is designed to be three times more efficient. This translates to a remarkable fuel consumption rate of just 5 liters per kilometer, a four-fold reduction compared to the previous engine.
Regarding horsepower, the IST-01 delivers an impressive 3,000 horsepower, double that of the AGT-1500. This substantial increase in power allows the tank to reach a top speed of 60 to 70 kilometers per hour on flat terrain and 50 kilometers per hour cross-country.
Another notable advantage of the IST-01 is its compact size, which enables the tank to carry over 2,500 liters of fuel, further extending its range. With these improvements, the M1A3 Abrams SEPv3 variant can travel significantly farther than its predecessors, enhancing its operational capabilities and reducing logistical burdens. It can also use various fuels, such as diesel or jet fuel, but it's much better if you combine both of them.
Second, the armament. Tiger replaced the 7.62mm coaxial gun with a 20mm Oerlikon autocannon. He modified it to make it smaller, but there is now a half-meter-long barrel alongside their main cannon, and somehow, he fit it inside their already cramped turret. He did that to save their main cannon ammunition for some light armored vehicle. 20mm can take them down.
Not only that, but he also puts an M2 50 caliber machine gun on top of the barrel of a 120mm smoothbore for additional firepower to destroy vehicles. Archer likes that modification because he can use various guns but is ridiculed by the fact that Tiger really did that just to save ammunition.
On top of the turret, Tiger wanted to change his commander's gun to a GAU-19 Gatling gun; imagine the 50 calibers but a Gatling gun. Unfortunately, that gun was not delivered to them. Because of that, he thinks he can put a minigun instead. It's also a Gatling gun that uses 7.62 ammunition. He wanted a higher rate of fire as his weapon for anti-aircraft, but having a gun capable of firing 6000 rounds per minute is just too much. Also, the firepower is reduced because of the smaller caliber. Thus, he decided to use the M3 machine gun, which has a higher rate of fire than the M2 but with the same firepower. Having a 1200 rate of fire is better than 600 rpm by M2.
They also installed a portable electronic warfare device with the help of some engineers and programmers. Confusing its GPS could be used against UAVs or unmanned aerial vehicles.
The M1 Abrams tank has two ammunition racks, each with a blowout panel. The blowout panels are designed to vent any explosions from the ammunition compartment out of the tank, protecting the crew from injury or death. However, if the two ammunition racks are merged, there would only be one blowout panel for the entire ammunition compartment. This would increase the risk of an ammunition cook-off, as the blowout panel may not vent the explosion effectively.
As I mentioned earlier, with upgraded engines, their M1 Abrams can now effectively tow cargo trailers that contain more ammunition, tools, extra fuels, spare parts, and many more necessary things you need in combat.
The last modification concerns the tank's endurance. The tank will participate in a possibly long mission, during which any repair stop or resupplying will be impossible. So Tiger, with the help of engineers and some American companies that make the M1 Abrams, slowly modified the tank to make it more reliable by reducing some complex parts that needed extensive maintenance to retain its performance.
"Now I'm proudly introducing you to the newest version of the M1 Abrams. The M1A3 SEPv4 TUSK RM!”
The crew was at a loss for words. On the one hand, they were amused by Tiger's ability to pull off such daring modifications. On the other hand, they were dismayed by the additional risks he was introducing to the tank. A single hit could turn their tank into a steel coffin, incinerating them in an instant. Yet, despite the risks, they couldn't bring themselves to anger at Tiger. After all, they all wanted the war to end, except for Ivan.
“M1A3 SEPv4 TUSK RM huh…” Archer examines the tank. "You've literally crafted a new variant for this tank. And…let me guess, the 'RM' means on the last is Red Musket?"
Tiger boasted the answer: "It is obvious. This tank is modified only for us, and also because of my inputs, they have now an experimental tank that can improve theirs."
"Can you be humble for a while?" Archer rolled his eyes. "Never." Tiger immediately answered.
"But seriously, why does it somehow become bigger?" Armstrong also examined the tank, then knocked at it, and the sound was still solid metal. "And also take note, it's ugly-looking now because of the tank threads around it, and you comically add a lot of weaponry to it."
"Let's just focus on the performance, okay," Tiger replied
Scarface's brow furrowed in worry, and He wiped his sweaty palms on his forehead. He couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as he looked at the Red Musket, now heavily armored and armed. The additional weight would undoubtedly impact the tank's maneuverability, and Scarface was concerned about his ability to control it effectively.
"How many additional tons has this tank gained?" he asked Tiger, his voice tinged with fear. "I bet you've added at least another five. How am I supposed to maneuver this thing? And what if I...?"
Scarface's voice trailed off, his throat suddenly dry. The memory of their previous tank stuck in the mud and unable to move was still fresh in his mind. It was that incident that had claimed the life of Bowman, Archer's brother and one of the original members of the crew.
Tiger sensed Scarface's unease and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I'll guide you, Scarface," he said firmly. "I'll be your eyes. Just follow me, and I'll never let us get stuck in the mud again. I promise you."
Scarface looked into Tiger's steely eyes and saw the unwavering determination that he had come to admire. He knew that Tiger would keep his word.
Archer, who had been watching Tiger and Scarface's exchange, spoke up. "Everything will be fine, Scarface," he said reassuringly. As long as we work together, we can overcome any challenge. Even if we're immobilized or stuck, as long as we can still fight back, I'll make sure that I hit them before they fire at us. We can even turn this tank into a fixed artillery or fortification position if we have to."
Armstrong nodded in agreement, his fist clenched tightly. "That's right!" he exclaimed. "Even if I have to lift this tank out of the mud myself, I'll do it so we can rush our enemies again."
Tiger put his hands on Scarface's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "I will guide this tank with all my might, Scarface," he said. "That's why..."
Archer, Armstrong, and Tiger smiled at Scarface, their eyes filled with trust and camaraderie.
"That's why we're relying on you to drive us forward," they said in unison. "To the future."
To the future?...
Ivan suddenly remembered his crewmates' stories, dreams, hopes, and sources of strength.
Armstrong, who once was a lost man who only knew fighting on the streets, found the love of his life that changed him for the better, but because of war, her fiance, who was a police woman-crippled while trying to free him in prison.
Archer, after losing his Dad and Brother during the war, only wants to go home to be with his lonely mother.
Tiger, he was a retired tank commander, but when the war started, his wife was also killed by the bombardment. He vows to avenge his wife, so
Ivan knows their story. They're all the same. Tiger, Archer, and Armstrong are fighting ferociously because of their loved ones. They've been fighting this war tirelessly, not because they hate what's in front of them but because they love those behind them—something Ivan can't have.
While their battles were fueled by the love for those they held dear, Ivan's fight was rooted in a thirst for vengeance, a consuming desire for retribution that had become his sole driving force. He lacked the comforting vision of a future filled with cherished memories and the warmth of familial bonds.
Ivan couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy as he listened to their yearning for peace, their longing to reclaim the lives they once knew, and the dreams they held dear. He understood their desperation to end the war, to silence the guns that had shattered their lives and left them yearning for a semblance of normalcy.
Yet, amidst their shared pursuit of peace, Ivan couldn't shake off the haunting question that echoed within him: what would happen to him when the guns fell silent and the dust settled? Would he find solace in the peace they so desperately sought, or would he remain adrift, a solitary figure haunted by the ghosts of his past?
As his comrades urged him to join their quest for a brighter future, Ivan grappled with the realization that he had no place in the world they envisioned. His heart, scarred by loss and hardened by revenge, could not embrace the simple joys they so desperately sought.
Ivan's heart ached with a deep longing, a yearning to experience the warmth of camaraderie and the solace of belonging. He craved a place where he could lay down his arms and find solace in the company of others, a place where his scarred soul could find healing and his battered spirit could find renewal.
In a moment of profound self-reflection, Ivan acknowledged that his participation in the war extended beyond his thirst for vengeance. He fought for his crewmates, the shared camaraderie forged in the crucible of battle, and the fleeting moments of kinship that offered a semblance of family.
Yet, the void within him remained, a gaping wound that refused to heal. He longed for a sense of belonging, a place he could finally call home, where the ghosts of his past could no longer haunt him.
"I need to find that place," Ivan said to himself.
Ivan's eyes welled up with tears as he thought about his crewmates' dreams and hopes for the future, which they had shared so openly with him.
Quickly wiping away the tears that threatened to fall, Ivan turned back to his crewmate. "You're right," he said, "I'm going to take you to that future you're talking about."
A flicker of surprise crossed his crewmate's face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile of gratitude. Ivan's words ignited a spark of hope within them, a belief that their dreams were not just distant wishes but achievable goals.
Ivan turned his head again, facing his crewmates. "It's going to be a rough ride, so you better use your seatbelts."