In a circuit using a full wave converter (M - 2 connection) the PIV of each thyristor is 400 V. For the same output voltage and fully controlled bridge converter, PIV will be ?->(Show Answer!)

1. In a circuit using a full wave converter (M - 2 connection) the PIV of each thyristor is 400 V. For the same output voltage and fully controlled bridge converter, PIV will be

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