In fact, if it is a domestic tank, in addition to the electric start device, there is also a way to start compressed air. If it is used on domestic tanks, it will not even use a cable, and it will directly have a spiral high-pressure air pipe.
, just drive the engine to rotate.
If you want to start in cold areas, you must first preheat the engine. This is left to the fuel heater to preheat. Even if the diesel has been waxed at low temperatures, it will melt after heating for this period of time.
Moreover, this heating method is actually the same as the heating used in cars in later generations. The temperature is controlled within a certain range and is not as dangerous as open flames.
After the engine is preheated, it can be started successfully and everything becomes simple.
As long as you use your brain, there will always be solutions.
Of course, this will also take a certain amount of time, but so what? Anyway, in cold weather, not only our own tanks need time, but also enemy tanks need time to warm up. Everyone is a pound of pounds.
A tank of a gas turbine? That's right, this kind of engine is high-end, but we can't afford it. If the Americans are willing to sell us one or two units and let us put them on the tank for testing, that's OK.
The engine had been started, and the tank hand climbed onto the tank, skillfully moved the direction several times, and then drove the tank off the flatbed.
"Please go and rest first. We will take you around tomorrow." Qin Zhenhua said, looking at his wife: "I'll understand the inadequate reception."
When someone’s wife comes back, they have to leave time for the couple. They come over for a long distance and are tired from the journey. They should have had a rest first. Anyway, they have come, and they don’t care about the time of the day.
So Dr. Wright, Thomas and others expressed their understanding that accompanied the hospitality staff of the First Machine Factory, they went to the First Machine Factory's guesthouse and the city's guesthouse. There were many benefits. In this way, there was no need to worry that they would ask to visit the factory at any time.
The request was made.
Today I have bought another day and do whatever I need. When Americans come to visit tomorrow, they can’t see anything.
Wang Xiaoyu's pace was fast, heading towards the direction of the family compound from the station of the First Machine Factory.
Her heart was full of excitement. In this era, there was no such thing as video chat. It was far away. Even if it was a letter, it would take a long time to send a photo. Therefore, after Wang Xiaoyu went to the United States,
Never seen National Day again.
Now, how is National Day? How taller you have grown? Will you leave? Do you miss your mother?
Questions arose in Wang Xiaoyu's mind, and he was even more steadily. Even Qin Zhenhua behind him could not catch up with her.
"Cruff." When the door was gently pushed open, a wave of heat surged out of the room. The body, frozen by the cold outside, greeted the warm current, and every cell in the body began to be excited.
.
In the room, a little boy was climbing on the ground, crawling around the wooden coffee table, and Qin Zhenhua's mother's voice came from the kitchen: "National Day, you have to be good, in a while,
Your mother is coming back, and now, grandma is cooking for you.”
Qin Zhenhua's mother is busy alone, taking care of the children and cleaning up the house. Especially today, Wang Xiaoyu is coming back. She has been going abroad for so long and finally coming back. It is naturally an important moment. She has to have a good meal.
Eat.
A scent of fragrance wafted out of the kitchen.
Standing up on National Day.
Although he could leave, he was still used to crawling. But now, he saw the stranger coming in, finished crawling, and then stood up and looked at the person with his dark eyes.
Then, suddenly, a look of joy appeared on his face and ran over.
Wang Xiaoyu felt her eyes suddenly become rosy, her nose began to sore, she squatted down, spread her arms, and wanted to hug the child.
On National Day, my mother is back.
The eyes began to blur, and Xiao Guoqing ran over happily. Then, just as Wang Xiaoyu reached out to hug, Guoqing had already turned around, walked around Wang Xiaoyu, and then rushed towards Qin Zhenhua's arms.
"Dad, Dad." National Day shouted at Qin Zhenhua with a simple monosyllable.
Wang Xiaoyu was instantly embarrassed.
Qin Zhenhua was also very embarrassed.
Although Qin Zhenhua has not gone abroad, he doesn’t spend much time at home. However, after all, he still knows his children. Now, seeing his father back, Xiao Guoqing is of course very excited. As for the person who squats down and wants to hug him? Grandma said it
, be careful of bad people, and don’t be deceived by a candy.
"National Day, this is Mom, Mom." Qin Zhenhua hugged National Day, then pointed to the woman next to him and introduced him to him.
The child's mother also needs the child's father's introduction. Wang Xiaoyu was full of frustration because she had been away from home for too long, so the child no longer knew her.
This made her nose even more sore, and before she could sense, two lines of tears fell down.
Qin Zhenhua picked up Guoqing and sent it to Wang Xiaoyu's arms. However, Guoqing stubbornly hugged Qin Zhenhua's neck and refused to let go.
"National Day, this is mother, your mother is back." Hearing the movement outside, Qin Zhenhua's mother walked out of the inside and shouted to the National Day. Then, Guoqing still stubbornly hugged Qin Zhenhua's neck: "Dad
,dad."
Who is mom? I don’t know me. My dad finally came back once, but he couldn’t let him leave directly. He had to be well with dad.
Little National Day is very stubborn.
Wang Xiaoyu took two steps back and then took off his clothes.
The heating was very hot, Wang Xiaoyu took off her coat, and then even took off the sweater in the middle, wearing only a red autumn clothes and pants. Then, at this time, Xiao Guoqing's nose kept sniffing around.
, it seems that I smelled something, the smell in my memory.
Only then did he stop resisting, and then, finally, entered Wang Xiaoyu's arms.
Holding his son, Wang Xiaoyu wiped his eyes with his sleeve. At this time, he was already tearful, but he felt a pair of small hands reaching into his clothes.
This kid actually remembers the smell of milk! This is the nature of the child, but there is no milk there anymore.