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Ninja Girls Vs Tyranus

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    The adventures of four barefoot ninja girls and their ever-young demiurge guru, extremely exciting in the confrontation with Lord Tyranus and other villains of all stripes.
  NINJA GIRLS VS TYRANUS
  ANNOTATION
  The adventures of four barefoot ninja girls and their ever-young demiurge guru, extremely exciting in the confrontation with Lord Tyranus and other villains of all stripes.
  PROLOGUE
  They showed the adventures of four very beautiful warriors, who were called ninjas. And they had a teacher - a boy of thirteen or fourteen, very muscular. Moreover, he only looks like a teenager, but in fact some kind of pagan god, expelled from heaven to Earth. And he is many thousands of years old. So the barefoot boy trains the ninja girls.
  Well, that's pretty funny. Moreover, the boy's bare, pink heels flash during the jumps.
  And then the opponents of the girls appeared. Two large mutants - one with the head of a crocodile, and the other a lion. They seem to be up to something bad. For example, they decided to steal a large diamond from the city treasury. The time of action is approximately the end of the twentieth century and the technology of people is not yet so cool. And these mutants have laser guns in their hands, and also a special radiation that makes the fighters almost invisible.
  And here are two mutants - half-humans and half-animals, which makes them unusually strong, and perhaps even fast.
  So they entered the room where the diamond is stored. And how they will fuck up the alarm system and armored glass. From the laser beam, transparent armor, as it will take and burst.
  The crocodile and the lion rushed to the diamond, grabbed it and hid it in a strong bag. Of course the alarm went off. The police break into the building.
  But the mutant warriors, as they strike from laser guns, that a dozen guards were cut at once, like a blotting paper with scissors. After that, the lion and the crocodile turned on the field of invisibility.
  But the four girls are already racing in their racing, flying car to the rescue. Their boy guru usually appears suddenly, and in case of a critical moment, or an emergency.
  The girls sing with rage:
  - Too often trouble knocks at the door,
  But it's not hard to believe in cool girls...
  After all, you just have to call them -
  Friends do not have to wait long!
  They move very fast in their air car.
  One of the girls is Natasha, who has blue hair, a real technical genius. And, of course, the ninja warriors put on special glasses that allow them to see, even with a special field that distorts the movement of photons.
  The corpses of murdered policemen... Yes, it's disgusting. And collapsed walls of the museum. A powerful weapon for the mutants from the Y-dimension. But, of course, they are not alone. They have a boss, who also does not always appear immediately.
  The girls are blocking the way for mutant criminals who are ready to jump into the portal.
  Those, of course, open fire from automatic blasters. The girls jump to the side. Although it looks like something stupid - to have time to deviate from a laser that flies at the speed of light.
  But cinema is cinema.
  Here is a girl with yellow hair throwing a piece of ceramics with her bare toes. And he will fall into the laser machine, knocking it out of the hands of the mutant. And another girl threw a dagger with her bare heel, it flew above the monster's head, and hit the pipe. It burst, the lion was doused with steam. He also dropped his machine gun from pain and surprise.
  The girls growled:
  - Fight as equals!
  In response, a mutant with a crocodile head will throw a Mercedes car at them. She will fly by, and the girls will jump higher. And the car rushes under their bare feet.
  Girls flicker with bare, pink heels and quickly rush to get closer to the mutants. And their muscles under the tanned and elastic skin roll over balls.
  And then he appears - enemy number one, Lord Tyranus in a black combat suit and a closed helmet. Which means it's going to be a tough fight. Girls, of course, trained. The red-haired warrior remembers how their boy guru held a candle with the fingers of his bare, almost childlike feet. And she tried to turn it off.
  And flew past, crashing into a stone wall. And now the warrior is trying to move Tyranus with her bare heel in the stomach, but he is shifting. And his paw, as if scratching a girl on a bare sole.
  She even gasped in pain.
  Natasha, a girl with blue hair, chirped:
  - Girls fight for metal, for metal,
  Satan rules the ball there, the ball rules there!
  And also attacked Tyranus. The warrior in black armor placed a block. But the girl, the mutant crocodile tried to move from the side with a log.
  However, the warrior dodged, and the log crashed into Tyranus.
  He, having received a poke of lethal force, crashed and roared:
  - Idiot!
  The girl with yellow hair added a bare heel to the back of the head of the mutant lion and chirped:
  We are the strongest in the world
  Soak the mutants in the toilet ...
  The fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we will move Tyranus in the brain!
  The red-haired girl squeaked and kicked the bipedal lion's chin with her knee. And he gritted his teeth. And it turned out to be a very lethal hit.
  And then the mutant beast stepped on the laser machine, and a beam of destructive, unusual power was released. Which hit the polished metal surface, reflected and thrashed right under the tail of the crocodile.
  He roars in excruciating pain.
  Tyranus, however, jumped up and threw one of the ninja girls over him. She flew into the brickwork, scattering the products in different directions. Here it was an aggressive disassembly. The girl in the bikini was slightly scratched, leaving bruises on her bronzed skin.
  She immediately jumped up and made a turntable. And then Tyranus received a blow under the shoulder blade and crashed.
  Everything would be fine, but a couple of combat robots jumped out of the portal. And they have blasters in their hands.
  Natasha threw a small, thin, round disk at the robot and barely managed to dodge a blaster shot. The disc hit the robot in the eye, and caused a short circuit, causing it to become covered in a web of lightning.
  The girl with white hair stood up. And her bare, graceful foot threw a pea with explosives.
  She hit a large robot in a cybernetic mouth. And how it explodes. A pair of limbs of a cybernetic organism described an arc and struck one at the lion and the other at the crocodile. And so lucky. Right on the back of the head. And both mutant goons passed out dead.
  True, Tyranus managed to move the ninja girl with yellow hair along the body to the side.
  And she flew away, and rolled over several times in flight. Then, however, she got up, but a little hard.
  Tyranus growled: - Meow and Woof, let's fight. But both mutants - a lion and a crocodile with the bodies of athletes, continued to lie motionless. And their mighty torsos wavered.
  Natasha replied with a smile:
  - Now you are alone, and there are four of us! Finally, you will be finished.
  Tyranus roared:
  - Four against one, it's not fair! And ninja girls fight extremely honestly.
  The ninja girl with red hair grunted:
  - Are you hitting on this? And is he honest?
  The warrior in black armor remarked:
  - But I'm a villain, and you, goodies! Are the methods of good commensurate with the methods of achieving the goal of evil?
  Natasha nodded in agreement.
  - He is right! I will fight him one on one!
  The ninja girl with red hair retorted:
  - No! I will fight better with him - one on one!
  The ninja girl with white hair squeaked:
  - And why are you? Maybe I'm even better and cooler than you!
  The ninja girl with yellow hair suggested:
  - Maybe we'll throw lots? How about we do a countdown?
  Natasha nodded and asked:
  - Stone or brick?
  At that moment, a flash went off. And the guru boy himself appeared. He was wearing nothing but shorts with a very muscular and chiselled torso, but he looked no more than thirteen years old. Blonde hair with a trendy boyish cut. The boy-demiurge angrily stamped his bare, tanned, strong foot, so that the asphalt cracked, and said in a ringing voice:
  - No! We have a long history with him! Let's fight one on one on one - we are with him, like classic good and evil!
  Tyranus with a smile, the black mask stretched, nodded:
  - Great! It will be a very interesting fight!
  Natasha with blue hair said with disappointment:
  - You, as always, are right sensei! But what is left for us?
  The guru boy replied:
  - And you take care of them!
  And he pointed with the finger of his right hand at the still open portal, from which the enemy combat robots were coming out.
  The ninja girl with red hair remarked:
  - Well, now everything is fair! And the girls-warriors fight with dignity.
  And all four girls took and removed from the belts on their hips small peas with strong explosives. The robots were pearling out of the portal, and they had blasters in their hands. Give them free rein, and they will be able to enslave, or destroy, or maybe both at the same time, the earth!
  And so the beauties took and threw these peas with the bare fingers of their nimble feet. Those, flying in an arc, hit the four advanced robots right in the neck. And how after that it will take and explode.
  The heads of the cyborgs were blown off. One hit the robot walking behind, and it was thoroughly shorted out.
  Meanwhile, the guru boy and his opponent, all in black armor, stood up against each other.
  Barefoot, with a naked, very prominent torso, the child sensei seemed like a frivolous opponent against the backdrop of a large fighter. Tyranus is half human and half demon. And, too, is capable of much.
  Here, for a start, he took and released from his black, long, gloved fingers the lightning of power. They blazed like a corona discharge in the mains.
  The fighter boy raised his bare foot, and the lightnings of power went out at once, and it was as if a discharge went under the asphalt.
  The young warrior nodded.
  - Do you want an answer?
  Tyranus drew a glowing blade that shone as red as a poppy and replied:
  - Let the sword fight decide which of us is right and who is wrong!
  The guru boy responded by drawing his own sword, which glowed blue, and said with a smile:
  - A duel with swords will not determine the rightness of anyone. It will only show which of us is more technical, dexterous and quick-witted!
  . CHAPTER #1
  Tyranus made the first thrust. He held a triple fan. And the red sword made an arc over the light, beautiful head of the sensei boy. In response, the young demiurge jumped and scratched the enemy on the armor with his blue sword and deftly dodged the retaliatory attack.
  The armor on Tyranus smoked and a streak went across it.
  He growled:
  - Not bad, boy!
  The guru boy laughed and remarked:
  - I remember wandering with my bare feet in the desert of Egypt, when there were no pyramids there yet!
  Tyranus tried to attack again, but the boy jumped over the beam of his sword and pushed the warrior in black armor with his bare heel to the chin. And from the blow he staggered and fell to one knee.
  Meanwhile, the ninja girls fought the robots. They threw at the enemy with their bare fingers, very nimble, like the paws of a monkey, the murderous peas of death. And these gifts of annihilation hit the alien metal opponent and tore them apart, causing a detonation.
  And the cars were torn to pieces. In response, beams were fired that glowed with green and yellow light. But the ninja warriors bounced off them, flashing their bare, tanned, chiseled and surprisingly agile legs.
  Natasha slightly changed tactics in battle and threw a pea with explosives higher. She described the arc and hit the roof. She fell down and rammed the advancing robots, two dozen at once.
  But then a boarding tank crawled out of the portal. And you can"t just take him with a pea with explosives.
  The guru boy continued to fight Tyranus. He'd taken it out with his lightsaber a few times already without even getting a scratch himself. However, the warrior of evil was saved by black armor from serious trouble.
  The boy remarked:
  - You have a good gunsmith!
  Tyranus nodded.
  - The dwarf made this armor!
  The young guru chuckled and sang:
  - We can literally conquer everything,
  Break any army while playing...
  May the thread of our life not be interrupted,
  We will not become a brainless parrot!
  The battle between the two great masters continued. The boy was fast and small, and his lithe body was extremely agile. The young warrior's muscles rippled and rippled like ripples on a raging sea.
  And he was an order of magnitude faster than Tyranus.
  The ninja girls tried to somehow restrain the giant robot. Peas of explosives trivially bounced off the armor that covered a gigantic tank and a robot in one bottle. At first he crawled out like a tank, squeezing his way through the portal with difficulty. And then he took and rose into the message of growth, and lethal power appeared.
  The girls barely had time to get away from the laser shots of a similar, powerful robot with guns.
  And then Natasha noted with a smile, smacking her lips:
  - Yes! This is another surprise from Hyperbrain! Tyranus himself would never have thought of this!
  A ninja girl with yellow hair took and threw a dagger, trying to hit the skating rinks. But the weapon bounced off the armor, failing to penetrate.
  The warrior sang:
  Ah, the armor of the tank is reliable,
  From someone who intends to bite...
  But she won't break me
  A ninja girl can always fight!
  The girl with white hair turned to Natasha:
  - Well, do something.
  The girl with blue hair asked:
  - Do you want that?
  In response, an eloquent chuckle. Then Natasha took and removed from her belt a device the size of a matchbox. And with bare toes she tuned it to a certain wave, trying to pick up the right and lethal radiation. But she had to jump back, because the huge terminator took and thrashed with deadly lightning. She made a funnel in the asphalt, and deep.
  Natasha clicked her bare heels and sang:
  - War is always cool,
  Spring is raging in the sky ...
  Pass, I believe, years
  But we are young forever!
  And after that, she sent a wave with a worm virus into the huge terminator. And this rattling electric boa constrictor went into the circuits of a huge terminator robot, and it really began to shake.
  And the guru boy and Tyranus continued to fight. And their lightsabers flashed and glowed with bright flames.
  The young warrior was finally able to really invest in the blow, and his lightsaber cut off the hand of the black warrior.
  He cried out:
  - Damn, it hurts!
  The guru boy chuckled and remarked:
  - Rather, you're the devil! And I'm an angel!
  Tyranus chuckled and remarked:
  "But you won't kill an unarmed man, will you?"
  The young warrior nodded.
  - Give up! We will judge you, punish you and forgive you!
  The black warrior raised his left hand and suddenly, suddenly, threw a pea. A miniature atomic bomb exploded. And Tyranus is gone.
  The boy-guru whistled:
  - That's how it always is! And how does he get it?
  Suddenly, from behind came:
  - Get it!
  The young warrior barely managed to jump back. A crocodile and a lion shot at him. And the rays broke through the robot that jumped out towards. It detonated and exploded. And fragments flew in different directions. One of them hit the guru boy on the bare heel. And he yelled.
  But then the young warrior turned and sang:
  - We will boldly go into battle,
  For the cause of the ninja...
  We will destroy all enemies
  In the name of life!
  And then the boy-fighter, as he charges the mutant lion with his bare heel on the temple, and he collapsed, as if knocked down.
  The enemy crocodile swung a piece of rail and wanted to move the kid, but hit his knee and crashed. The guru boy kicked him on the back of the head and remarked:
  - You stood in my way for a very long time!
  Natasha, who, by throwing a pea with explosives, sent another mutant for scrap, corrected:
  - On our way!
  And the warriors grabbed two stunned bandit beasts by the arms.
  The guru boy remarked:
  - If we hand them over to the police, then Tyranus with his equipment and robots will break any prison and free them:
  The ninja girl with white hair suggested:
  - Let's set a trap for the black lord. He will rush to rescue the mutants, and then we will grab him!
  A ninja girl with yellow hair remarked:
  - This idea is really good! But here's the catch, won't Tyranus smell a dirty trick?
  The ninja girl with red hair remarked:
  - There is another problem here. The police can be confused if they put mutants. Indeed, animals are kept in menageries, not in prison!
  Natasha tweeted:
  Animals get ready for school
  The rooster crowed for a long time ...
  Like you really don't try
  Don't kick, don't bite
  Doesn't help anyway!
  The guru boy declared emphatically:
  "Perhaps we should throw them back to Tyranus?"
  Natasha shrugged.
  - And why is that? We've had so much fun with them!
  The young warrior remarked:
  - Because these cretins are our old acquaintances, whom we constantly beat. And so, the Hyperbrain can create mutants much more smart and agile!
  The ninja girls burst out laughing and chirped:
  - I believe that people do not say goodbye to a fairy tale,
  And they will remain true friends forever!
  After that, they took and with their bare, graceful, tanned, muscular, as if woven from steel wire, legs succumbed to two large mutant beasts, and they flew along a tangent trajectory and fluttered into the portal.
  After that, the glow stopped. Five warriors: four girls and a boy looked around.
  The girl with the red hair remarked:
  - We should...
  The ninja girl with white hair asked again:
  - What do you need?
  She replied:
  - Eat chocolate covered ice cream! It's both delicious and angry!
  The girls and the guru boy moved down the street. And they began to sing with joy and delight:
  Sword of light, progress
  Let's bring love...
  Though the world is full of stress
  Let's save the planet!
  
  Let the fate be terrible -
  Death is coming...
  Die not in vain
  After all, our Motherland is alive!
  Then the guru boy suddenly remembered:
  - But we forgot the most important thing - to return the stolen diamond!
  Natasha squeaked:
  - Yes, this is indeed our miscalculation! How can you get so screwed up?
  The girl with the red hair suggested:
  "Maybe we can take it like this and rush to another dimension?"
  The ninja girl with white hair retorted:
  - No! This requires too much energy. Better find out why they need this diamond.
  The guru boy nodded.
  - Yes! They just didn't steal it. And they will not cut into pieces to sell. Most likely, Tyranus will want to use it as a focusing lens for powerful weapons.
  Natasha suggested:
  - Let's then take it and do our own trick to deliver a preemptive strike on the enemy!
  The white-haired ninja girl giggled and remarked:
  - An artificial diamond is not suitable for the role of a focuser. You need to use only natural. So right?
  The guru boy nodded.
  - Certainly! Otherwise, why should Tyranus steal natural, it's easier to make your own, artificial.
  Natasha suggested:
  - There is only one other place in the world where such a diamond is stored. That's where we should go!
  The ninja girl with red hair remarked:
  - There's a lot of security there. And what, we cut them all into pieces?
  The guru boy replied:
  - No! So it doesn't fit. We cannot stoop to robbery. We are the light part of the force!
  A ninja girl with yellow hair chirped:
  We are capable of good
  Breaking evil spells...
  But of course it doesn't matter
  What a small diamond!
  The ninja girl with white hair suggested:
  - Let's ask for that diamond for a while. Well, I think we have enough days?
  The guru boy jumped up and offered:
  - Another option is possible. We will take and offer to arrange a competition for the coolest superman hero, and the winner will get the right to wear a jewel around his neck for a whole week. So we will be able to do good deeds and get a diamond, without sinking to a banal robbery!
  Natasha doubted:
  - Will they agree to arrange a competition for this? And for a whole week to trust a stranger to carry a stone, risking that he was washed away?
  The young warrior remarked:
  - Well, first of all, who else is not to be trusted as the main character-superman. And secondly, the gangs in Tokyo are now rampant no less than in New York, and there they will only be happy with the idea of cleaning up the Augean stables!
  The ninja girl with white hair remarked:
  - It's logical! You really need to try it! Moreover, Tokyo is the largest city in the world, and it is interesting to see how it looks now!
  Natasha tweeted:
  - The world is afraid to respect us,
  The exploits of the girls cannot be counted,
  Ninjas, as always, know how to fight,
  Winter is over, spring is coming!
  The guru boy said with a smile:
  - Recently, such a cool thing as the Internet has appeared, and through it we will send our idea!
  The ninja girl with red hair suggested:
  - Let's then, to make it easier for the soul, let's take it and act like a hooligan, as it should!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl retorted:
  - We catch hooligans, not hooligans ourselves!
  The ninja girl with white hair chirped:
  - Doing things that are not supposed to be done
  It's sweeter than even ice cream!
  The boy sensei nodded and said:
  - Here I have a special modem, we will send it right now!
  And he began to dial numbers.
  At that moment, the portal opened again. A small but very mobile tank jumped out. Instead of a cannon barrel, he had two long swords spinning.
  Natasha whistled.
  - Fencing tanks are not effective, but effective!
  The guru boy made a funny face and sang:
  - Three tankers drank three hundred each,
  And then, drank a hundred!
  The artilleryman was fired,
  Because a tank is nothing in battle!
  The ninja girl with white hair picked up and threw a pea at the sword tank. She flew by, but the blow of the machine's sword hit a pea. And there was an explosion. And the tip did not even scratch anything, but the explosion dispelled it.
  Natasha remarked with a smile that shone like the headlights of a car on a dark night:
  - Wow! It's not that simple!
  The guru boy picked up with his bare toes a fragment of a laser machine bayonet from a destroyed robot lying on the road.
  And he launched it with a kick along the trajectory. He flew over and hit the barrel of beer. On impact, the barrel rolled over and splashed the frothy liquid onto the fencing tank. As a result, a lethal closure occurred.
  The car was doused with a foamy wave, lightning flashed, entangling it with a cobweb. And the alloy steel swords curled up into a tube.
  The guru boy squeaked:
  - One, two, three - wipe the spotlights,
  Four, eight, five - kill the evil orcs!
  Natasha noted:
  "You are truly great, sensei!"
  The young warrior replied:
  - No! We are all great and insignificant in our own way!
  Natasha sang:
  That a person cannot be curbed in any way,
  His desire to become the Almighty Almighty ...
  So that the Earth rules in the universe,
  You are the demiurge over the world!
  The ninja girl with white hair remarked:
  - Yes, these songs are just lovely! And here you can"t argue against the fact that a person develops by leaps and bounds!
  The ninja girl with red hair replied:
  - And what is seven miles compared to cosmic parsecs? Agree - minuscule!
  The ninja girl with yellow hair sang:
  Earth in the porthole, earth in the porthole
  The earth in the window is visible ...
  How a son mourns his mother, how a son mourns his mother,
  We are sad about the earth, she is alone!
  But the stars, however,
  But the stars, however,
  A little closer, but everyone is also cold,
  And like an eclipse clock, and like an eclipse clock,
  We are waiting for the light and see earthly dreams!
  Natasha giggled and objected:
  - And I'm tired of this planet, the Earth! I want to travel to the Y-dimension. And have a good time there!
  The guru boy smiled and replied:
  - On what planets, and in what dimensions I have not visited. And I saw something that could literally tear the roof off its hinges. So there are many interesting places in the universe!
  The ninja girl with red hair remarked:
  Of a thousand planets
  There is no such green...
  Out of a thousand planets
  There is no such favorite!
  Natasha remarked with a smirk:
  - But you must admit, it is much more interesting when, for example, you find yourself in a world where, instead of oxygen, the most important element is fluorine. And in this case, evolution must go even faster!
  The guru boy nodded.
  - There are such worlds, although they are rare. But there you can only move in a combat suit, or under the cover of a strong force field!
  The portal has reopened. Another robot, resembling a rabbit, jumped out of it. And very jumpy! How it jumps and rolls over, releasing a fiery pulsar from its mouth!
  The ninja girl with white hair chirped:
  - Magic Bunny,
  Draws a zero!
  The guru boy asked the girls:
  - We will wet him, or let him live!
  Natasha remarked with a laugh:
  - Funny all the same bunny! But what can be done to make it good?
  The jumping robot rabbit suddenly made a long jump and was transported to another street. And there were already worn cars of the late twentieth century - also quite decent and fast, in different colors.
  The ninja girls and the guru boy rushed after him. They climbed through the houses to take shortcuts. And their bare, tenacious toes clung to walls and cornices, and allowed them to move through structures.
  The ninja girl with white hair remarked:
  - Here, indeed, the wise men say, if the wolves are full and the sheep are safe, then the number of hares has decreased!
  A ninja girl with yellow hair remarked:
  What is the difference between rabbits and hares?
  The ninja girl with red hair suggested:
  - Hares, more lean, athletic and less fat!
  Natasha sang:
  But if you have a hare in your heart,
  Even if the wings are behind your back ...
  Fly higher and don't try.
  Steel wings will bury you!
  So they jumped to the next street. The robot rabbit caused a real traffic jam. And it even, really, came to clashes. And also an electronic creature, as it takes it and blazes with fire from its mouth. And with his donkey ears, how to twist. This, indeed, turned out to be very cool and cool.
  Natasha took and threw at the robot rabbit with her bare, chiselled foot a destructive pea with explosives, which the warriors themselves made according to the recipes of their guru.
  But the robot rabbit waved its long, wide ears, and the pea flew back. And she almost struck Natasha and her companions to death, jerking under their bare feet with pink, round heels.
  Guru Boy remarked:
  - Wow! It turns out we have a problem!
  Natasha sang:
  Even though we can't solve all our problems,
  Can't solve all problems...
  But everyone will be happier
  Everyone will have more fun!
  The ninja girl chuckled and took it and tried to cover the robot rabbit with a kill dagger throw. And he swept like a meteor. But again, a wave of the advanced robot's ears, and the flight of the weapon back. And already Natasha has to run away and dodge. But here she was able to survive and sang:
  Hell hare in the face of death,
  The victim is waiting at the midnight hour ...
  I believe we will be immortal
  And get a rabbit in the eye!
  The guru boy suggested:
  - And if we use our ancient, but effective way to deal with especially advanced robots?
  Natasha asked with a smile:
  - How is that?
  The young warrior suggested:
  - Take it and whistle!
  The ninja girl with red hair stated:
  - Then let's all together!
  The girls and the boy put their bare toes in their mouths and how they whistle. And several large, urban crows lost consciousness from shock and, having fainted, rushed down. And their shock beaks, like they took and rammed a rabbit. He immediately entangled in a web, sparkled and exploded. Moreover, in flight, the fragments of the terminator rabbit turned into delicious and sweet chocolates.
  The guru boy sang, picking up an appetizing candy with his bare foot:
  - I'm a chocolate bunny
  I'm a gentle bastard...
  I'm one hundred percent sweet
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
  I am a chocolate bunny
  And touching your lips
  I melt so easily
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
  Then he took a small bite. And then he spat out, something very real flashed in the boy's throat. And very even burning and aggressive fire.
  Natasha remarked:
  - No need, like a little boy, to put every yummy in his mouth!
  The ninja girl with white hair sang:
  Of course, tricks
  Not at all like Pushkins...
  But still, they managed to create a masterpiece,
  And you're a guru kid - don't drift forward!
  The girls began to pull people out of damaged cars. And then they tried to treat them.
  The most effective way to speed up wound healing is to stick the bare sole of a girl's foot up to the injured person's face and have him kiss it.
  Then a very colossal and powerful energy of healing, joy and energy of healing magic is transmitted.
  The guru boy did the same, sticking his bare feet out for kisses, choosing the fair sex.
  And at the same time, he hummed through his nose:
  Girls, girls, girls,
  Don't stand cowardly on the sidelines...
  Better do things
  May your Motherland flourish!
  Yes, the work here went interesting - they took on the role of doctors. And a helicopter appeared in the sky. TV presenter Veprin o Nile flew on it. She was a beautiful girl, but at the same time, of course, she was far from a ninja in a fight.
  However, the girls have already saved and rescued her several times.
  Natasha waved her hand and sang:
  Stupid people say about stress
  Stress, like a hand ...
  You will be filmed an interesting film,
  In another hour!
  Veprin squeaked and yelled:
  - Hello, fighters! You, I see, have become so cool! And they began to charge with the magic of power.
  The guru boy remarked:
  - Sometimes resurrecting one is more difficult than killing a million, or rather, not even sometimes, but almost always!
  The journalist girl, when the helicopter landed, jumped off and ran up to the young warrior. She kissed him on the lips and said:
  Young in body and soul
  Boy, you're completely barefoot...
  But with your mind, consider a giant,
  That's right, people say!
  To the guru boy he sang in reply:
  What people say
  We don't care
  There will be a strong result -
  If you beat decently!
  
  CHAMBERLANE STALIN HITLER CONSPIRACY
  ANNOTATION
  The Second World War did not start. Britain and France allowed Hitler to occupy Poland. Then there was a temporary peaceful pause. However, on February 23, 1950, Stalin launched a war against Japan, seeking to regain the south of Sakhalin and other lands lost back in tsarist times. And a new big war began, in the Far East. Samurai stubbornly resist, and Hitler, his Third Reich and other states are gathering forces to strike at the USSR.
  . CHAPTER #1
  British Prime Minister Chamberlain had the sense not to declare war on Germany after the attack on Poland. The Wehrmacht quickly defeated the troops of Warsaw and divided this power with Stalin. After some time there was a war between the USSR and Finland. Approximately, as in real history. Then the accession of the Baltic States and Moldova. After that, the new Soviet empire stabilized. Stalin almost completed the collection of Slavic lands. And Germany has already exceeded the borders of 1914 in some places. And she achieved diplomatically, also the return of the colony of Namibia. The Third Reich was strong, and Hitler was at the peak of his popularity.
  World War II never broke out. In Germany, the economy experienced strong growth, and factories were built, including for cars. And Hitler even repealed almost all anti-Semitic laws. The regime of the Third Reich was undergoing liberalization.
  In the USSR, too, everything seems to be fine. The Third Five-Year Plan was declared officially overfulfilled as always. True, there were problems with agriculture and food.
  The Stalinist regime pursued a policy of stimulating the birth rate and forbade abortion. Population growth increased. The fourth five-year plan also seemed to be overfulfilled. But life didn't get any better financially. The USSR had too much military equipment. Moreover, Stalin, having pulled up the tank sphere, relied on the construction of a large number of large surface ships, including battleships.
  Yes, and went a new big purge with repression. Even Budyonny, Voroshilov, Timoshenko, Shapochnikov and others became its victims.
  Stalin decided it was time to get rid of the old team, including Molotov and Kaganovich - they know too much. Beria was also shot. And then his successor Serov. In their place, a very young Shelepin moved forward.
  Stalin's seventieth birthday was celebrated magnificently all over the world. Everything would be fine, but in the USSR again mass purges and repressions. Even entire nations were subjected to terror and genocide. In Germany, on the contrary, liberalization has even returned to the multi-party system. And what? All the same, the Nazis are out of competition and easily win any election. Hitler himself, despite the status of the Fuhrer for life, held a popular election of the President of Germany. Yes, even with a couple of pocket alternative candidates. And, of course, he won.
  The Fuhrer is an authoritarian leader, but within decent limits. He even abolished the death penalty.
  True, the Germans have problems. In particular, the population policy increased the German population. And the territory of the Third Reich is relatively small and there are problems with food. Have to buy. So far, the truth is that the economy is on the rise, but I want colonies.
  In the world, for now, Britain and France retain their colonies. And they do not need new lands - they would digest their own. But Hitler wants to expand the empire, so the population density in Germany is growing and there are many children. And that creates tension. In particular, the Germans want the West to return to the borders of 1914. This means that France and Denmark must cede part of their territory.
  Stalin, too, although the Soviet empire is huge, wants to complete the gathering. And the problems with Japan were especially aggravated. In particular, the USSR tried diplomatically to regain young Sakhalin. But Japan resisted. The USSR is militarily very strong and has a large population.
  And Stalin's patience snapped. And on February 23, 1950, on the day of the Soviet army, the war against Japan began. I must say that the country of the Rising Sun beat tsarist Russia during the war of 1904-1905. And of course, the Soviet generals and the authorities dreamed of revenge.
  Thus began a new big war. The USSR last fought ten years ago with Finland. Managed to win something, but at the cost of heavy losses. And now he tried to expand the territory again. And this was the curse of this empire, which sought to expand.
  Stalin, who is already seventy years old and has health problems, wanted new conquests. At least return southern Sakhalin and, if desired, the Kuril ridge. And also take control of Manchuria and Port Arthur.
  The fighting began with the strike of Soviet troops on Sakhalin. It was not sudden, the Japanese fortified, dug trenches and trenches.
  But the Soviet troops threw tanks into the offensive. Including the mighty IS-7. This machine weighed seventy-eight tons and was armed with a 130-mm, long-barreled gun. And she had eight machine guns.
  Alenka, together with the crew of the girls, fought in this car. Despite the winter, the powerful engine and heater provided hot temperatures. So the girls stripped down to their bikinis and fought barefoot.
  The car went to the Japanese positions. The tank had sloping armor, and its turret was streamlined and low.
  In the USSR, thirteen modifications of the KV appeared, and some reached a weight of two hundred tons. But then the IS family arose. Machines are more compact, with a lower silhouette, and no longer have so many trunks. However, the KV series has not yet been withdrawn from service. The IS-7 appeared quite recently, and the Red Army has only a few such machines.
  And how not to form a crew of girls so that it is politically correct. After all, in the red empire equality.
  The aggressor in this case was the USSR. Although the MGB staged a provocation. Japan did not fight with the USA and Britain. They've been butting heads with China for far too long. In the end, they somehow concluded a truce, and divided the spheres of influence. The USSR had to fight with a strong and numerous Japanese army, and a huge fleet. Therefore, the blitzkrieg that happened in the real story of 1945 was unreal.
  And the Soviet command, having no experience of the Second World War, acted in the old fashioned way. Instead of a sudden blow, with large forces, the battles in Manchuria began with small skirmishes. And the Japanese had a powerful and engineered defense.
  So Stalin got into a protracted and bitter war. Moreover, it was necessary to transfer troops from the European USSR. The population, of course, was larger than in real history, and it seems that the GDP is also larger. But the quality of troops and operational command is much lower.
  Much in the Red Army is morally obsolete. Although, of course, there are a lot of equipment and tanks and aircraft and even ships. But the fleet is not yet completed. Battleships and large aircraft carriers cannot be built as quickly as tanks and aircraft.
  But Stalin, having health problems and noting for seventy years, did not want to delay the war. So he could trivially not last even longer. But you want to go down in history as a great commander. The war with Finland was not convincing - too many losses, against a country with a population of three and a half million. Here Hitler dealt with Poland, much larger in terms of population, in three weeks with fewer losses.
  The Battle of Khalkhin Gol was a local battle. And also not entirely unambiguous, since the USSR lost more planes and tanks than the Japanese.
  Stalin wants to take revenge from Japan for the defeats of the tsarist era. And show yourself very cool. But will he succeed? Economically, the USSR is, of course, stronger than Japan. And the population for more. But the fleet has not yet been completed. In the USSR, large surface ships began to be built too late. Since Stalin was afraid of Hitler's attack and developed the land army more.
  But Hitler seems to be quiet. In fact, he already has territorial acquisitions and fame. A big spoon is tearing your mouth. Moreover, the Fuhrer was still afraid to fight with France, Britain, Belgium and Holland - they could crush Germany with colonial divisions alone. In real history, the Third Reich was saved by the fact that Hitler managed to win at the pace of a blitz, in just a month and a half. But if there had not been a quick victory, then the matter would most likely have ended with the defeat of the Third Reich.
  Like the USSR, Hitler could have won in principle at the pace of a blitzkrieg, but a protracted war turned out to be disastrous.
  The Third Reich in economic terms, however, is very strong. And its population is large and continues to grow.
  Hitler decided for the time being to see how things would turn out for Stalin in the war with Japan. And if the Red Army gets bogged down, then what the hell is not joking, you can attack. In secret, the German diplomats had already set to work. In particular, Finland can take the side of Germany. The Finns are eager to take back Vyborg and other lands conquered from them by the Red Army. And Romania also wants revenge for the annexed Moldova, and part of Bukovina.
  These countries will willingly support Germany in the war against the USSR. It is more difficult with Bulgaria and Yugoslavia, where the regimes are pro-German, but the population is Slavic, and does not want war with the USSR. In Hungary, too, a pro-German regime, in exchange for part of Galicia, it can join the anti-Soviet coalition. Moreover, after Horthy came the more radical Salashi. Slovakia has a formally independent pro-German regime, but their army is not very strong.
  There is also Turkey with strong German influence. In real history, she did not enter the war. But then the Turks were threatened with bombing by Britain and the United States. And now Britain, France, and the United States immediately after Stalin's attack expressed moral support for Japan. And Turkey could enter the war. Especially in the First World War, it seems that Turkey did not lose to Russia, and even recaptured the Karpsky region. Why not give it a try. And Turkey is still a considerable population, even if not a very high-quality army.
  But the most powerful ally of the Third Reich in terms of population, economy and army is Italy. She has colonies in Africa, including the captured Ethiopia. Together with the colonies, Italy has a population comparable to Germany itself. Moreover, the Mussolini regime also stimulated the growth of the birth rate. True, Mussolini himself grew old, decrepit, and did not want to fight too much.
  Moreover, Italy does not have a common border with the USSR, and even if she gets territory in Russia, it will not be very convenient for her to manage it. And Mussolini hesitates.
  Although, in principle, he is not so old yet, almost four years younger than Stalin. And he still did not give up the idea of creating the Roman Empire.
  Other allies of the Third Reich are: Britain, France, the USA, who themselves do not want to fight the USSR, but can help economically if something happens. Yes, and send colonial divisions and volunteers. Franco promised to help with volunteers, and Salazar can do something. And Sweden is also thinking about revenge for previous defeats, and Norway. In general, a whole coalition can oppose the USSR.
  And then the work, of course, goes. But much will depend on how Japan resists. If the war drags on, then fall on the USSR. And if the blitzkrieg passes, then maybe they won"t risk it.
  In any case, the first days of the war are the most decisive. The beginning of the battle is so important.
  And now the girls on the IS-7 tank go on the attack. They turned on the heater, and now they're barefoot and in a bikini.
  And they are so much more dexterous and better.
  And of course Alenka makes the first shot on the move, with the help of her bare toes.
  Then she sang:
  - Japan, Japan, Japan,
  Great country,
  Has the spirit of a mighty samurai,
  She knows us as opponents of the Almighty, already given,
  But we will tear it apart!
  Shooting with bare feet is a special tactic of Komsomol girls.
  So Anyuta fired at the Japanese with the help of a bare, round heel. And hit the samurai howitzer. She rolled over and rolled off the snowy platform.
  The girl happily took it and sang:
  - We will sweep away the enemy with one blow,
  We will confirm the glory with a steel sword ...
  Barefoot girls for good reason
  Let's smash the samurai into pieces!
  So the red-haired Alla also shows her aggressive passage. And so she took it and pressed the button with the scarlet nipple of her chest, firing a projectile from a 130-millimeter gun. The Japanese cannon overturned from an accurate hit.
  And the girl chirped:
  - I'm the coolest in the world,
  And always barefoot girl!
  The girl Maria also took it and fired by pressing her bare heel on the lever. And the launch system worked. And machine guns were cut into the samurai. Maria mowed down the opponents and squeaked:
  - For a new communism!
  And Olympias also fired, with the help of a strawberry breast nipple, which was very delicious.
  And a whole line of samurai was mowed down. And this turned out to be extremely cool and cruel.
  Olympics yelled:
  - Glory to communism! Glory!
  And again, let's girls pour fire on the Japanese.
  Meanwhile, the samurai caught a boy of about thirteen. It was a handsome, fair-haired child in a red tie.
  To begin with, the Japanese stripped him to his shorts, and barefoot, half-naked drove through the snow. The boy was urged on by rifle butts. His hands were tied behind him, and his bare, graceful feet left beautiful footprints in the snow.
  The samurai giggled and made sly jokes. One of them grabbed the boy by the bare foot, ran his hand along the foot and roared:
  - Good handsome!
  Then he slapped the boy on the back with his hand. The earring blushed with shame. It was very unpleasant to walk barefoot in the snow in winter. Especially when you have to walk for a long time and bare soles even glow.
  Seryozhka walked through the snow, his children's legs became scarlet, like the legs of a goose.
  But the boy tried to keep his head straight. And the boy's head is bright and beautiful.
  The naked torso of Earrings was blown by the wind. The boy walked and sang enthusiastically;
  We are pioneers, brave fighters,
  Born and cast from steel...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  And dear comrade Stalin is with us!
  
  Our wonderful country
  What gave communism to the peoples...
  She is forever given to us by Kin,
  A gift of proletarian freedom!
  
  Yes, our faith in the bright star path,
  To take off in an aspiration higher -
  Our Russian spirit, believe me, do not bend,
  And if necessary, we will ram the roofs!
  
  Yes, believe Russia, my homeland,
  Fascism will never defeat you...
  The peoples of the world are a friendly family,
  And Stalin, the brilliant Lenin, is with us!
  
  We have created a strong family
  In which faith triumphs truth...
  I love Svarog God with Stalin -
  I believe our tomorrow will be bright!
  
  We will create a new moment
  And we will simply build a beautiful world ...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And I believe the man will become a hero!
  
  Our homeland will flourish
  She is proud and majestic...
  We get just five for the victory,
  Such is the glory of our Fatherland!
  
  The Lord made the fields and the mountains,
  Glorious guys were born in the world ...
  We have full believe people of strength,
  We scribble in a cascade from the machine!
  
  In Russia, we have a modest business,
  Fight the children of the red spill ...
  We will show, of course, the highest class -
  After all, Russians are invincible in battles!
  
  We will be able to end the matter menacingly,
  Finish what the wise Lenin started...
  Let the predator turn into just a game,
  To the glory of radiant generations!
  
  We will soon fly to Mars
  Let's build a heavenly paradise on Venus...
  Show the highest class in the world
  Do not overcome us sadness and chimera!
  
  In the Name of the Family we will create happiness,
  Let's build the cause of paradise communism...
  The Lord Almighty among the Slavs is One,
  It is full of heaven of humanism!
  
  Yes, our faith in the Lord Christ,
  In the whole universe, I know it will not fade away ...
  After all, Lada will be with us to the end,
  Which will give you know happiness!
  
  How nice it is to live in Native Russia,
  In her happiness is boundless past ...
  No, life will not be interrupted, I believe the thread,
  And our tribe is simply groovy!
  
  How Jesus suffered for our Rus',
  How God Svarog gave steel swords ....
  After all, the Gods of light is an ideal,
  In the name of our mother Russia!
  
  So why not pick a star
  And subdue the universe by right...
  I will come to Jesus in joy,
  After all, our business is work and creation!
  
  Yes, let the glorious victory come
  The Goddess Lada will help us in this ...
  Let's open an endless account soon,
  It is necessary to fight bravely for the Motherland!
  
  Lord Svarog will give happiness to all people,
  Give comfort and glory...
  About this there will be a verse and light tales,
  For Rus' and our White State!
  The boy stomped his bare feet in the snow. And his footprints were small, but very graceful. And the samurai looked at them with very greedy eyes.
  But this is a boy. Half-naked and in panties, blue from the cold.
  They led him through the cold and took him to a warm hut.
  There, without further ado, they took it and put it on the rack. They twisted their arms behind and pulled them up.
  And then the executioner from Japan brought a torch to the boy's bare heels. It smelled of burnt meat. The fire licked the bare soles of the child. Seryozhka screamed in unbearable pain.
  The Japanese roared:
  - Say puppy, what are your command plans?
  The boy bravely replied:
  - I will not say!
  In response, the boy was beaten with barbed wire.
  And in the next room, a naked Komsomol girl was tortured. She was beaten with a steel chain, white from the heat.
  But the girl not only did not cry, and did not moan, but even sang;
   Painted space in a dark, gloomy light,
  And the ice-stars dimmed in their orbits...
  I want love, in response I hear no,
  The girls' hearts are shattered!
  
  We love to fight very bravely,
  Fighting very fiercely for the Motherland ...
  Let's pass the test of courage again,
  I am a knight of the world - not with the soul of a buffoon!
  
  When we crushed the Wehrmacht,
  The girls fought bravely near Moscow ...
  Repulsed a swarm of brown hordes,
  Although the enemy is related to Satan!
  
  We are barefoot girls on a snowdrift,
  do not become an adversary know to be afraid ...
  And with the pitchfork of a fascist right in the side,
  By collecting grenades in a pile from the skin of a satchel!
  
  But what is our courage in everything,
  When Mercury was measured with feet ....
  Anyone who rushes us will break,
  Do not trample the edge, dear boots!
  
  May the Russian Land be famous,
  We showed people the way to the universe...
  people of the world are all one family -
  We'll see communism soon!
  
  Yes, you can believe, or at least do not believe,
  But man is born a strong creature...
  The beast will not overcome our friendship,
  After all, believe the enemies are powerless against us!
  
  In the name of our Motherland, saint,
  I will fight any evil...
  A girl runs barefoot in the snow
  there is not even a thought to cowardly surrender!
  
  We are millions of fierce fighters,
  Who are united in battle...
  Let's glorify the faith of grandfathers and fathers,
  After all, girls in battles are invincible!
  
  Svarog gave us the sharpest in battle,
  Said the girls fight furiously...
  Let God's ideal come true
  And when you win, you share with the orphan!
  
  May ours be in glory, I believe Rus',
  Who fights without fear...
  Fight for the Motherland and do not be afraid,
  Even the whole shirt is soaked with blood!
  
  Yes, there is no doubt - we will sweep away all enemies,
  We were born to have a tribe of giants...
  Under the banner with a tricolor red calico,
  May people be united in eternity!
  
  Here comes a new era
  Spaces opened up to space people ...
  Some insects dashingly beats,
  Leaving to hell with stupidity, talk!
  
  Yes, a person does not believe a louse at all,
  And the one who is always born to win...
  Therefore, do not touch the glorious coat of arms,
  Although the enemy simply went berserk!
  
  We will not yield to the adversary,
  Not on Earth, not even in the blue sky...
  You write the boys in a notebook,
  That the starship will take off like a frisky swan!
  
  That we will defend the Earth very bravely,
  You know we are brave girls...
  Behold, the cherub spreads its wings,
  A grenade is thrown at them!
  
  No, the girls will never be swept away,
  They won't put us on our knees...
  As it was before Hitler kaput,
  Thus will the joy of generations be in glory!
  
  In short, we will fly to the star,
  And we will be in the world of Virgo, Orion ...
  Big dreams come true
  We will build a glorious, new order!
  
  And I believe the time will come soon
  When those who died in battle are resurrected...
  Victory will open an endless account,
  The one who is the cleanest in the fight will receive a prize!
  
  I know people in the world, we will reconcile,
  One: Arab, Hindu and Orthodox...
  All will be illumined by the Almighty Lord,
  And of course our destiny will be glorious!
  
  May happiness await all people ahead,
  And eternity in glorious joy forever...
  Failures and zeros will end,
  And heal the weak, the crippled!
  
  Here will be happiness for people for centuries,
  Though billions of years pass in glory...
  After all, the power of the mind of people is strong,
  We were born in a space power!
  
  We will conquer the universe jokingly,
  We will raise the galaxies of the track to the end ...
  Let's go through the vacuum in love, twisting,
  Praise God Jesus Name!
  
  And we ourselves will create stars at once,
  Let us build cities parsecs long...
  The hunter will soon turn into a game,
  And above all let there be people!
  . CHAPTER #2
  The battles with Japan continued. Soviet troops were able to break through the front line of defense. But the samurai stubbornly resisted. They did not want to give up and fought with great fanaticism. Even kamikaze mines took part in the battles.
  Alena on her IS-7 tank and her crew have already received many hits.
  But the girls' killer gun worked.
  Here is another regular howitzer rolled over.
  Anyuta noted, moving her bare, chiseled legs:
  - This is our aggressive passage!
  Red Alla noted:
  - It's good that our armor is thick and heavily sloped. Otherwise, it would be crazy!
  Maria gurgled:
  - Yes, the samurai are fighting right! Tomorrow is March 1st and we haven't made much progress. And this is annoying!
  Olympias hissed, singing:
  Here is the first thaw
  In my dream I see Stalin...
  And filled with corpses
  My native Rus'!
  Alenka giggled and remarked:
  - Your song without optimism! And let's sing something more cheerful and catchy!
  And the Komsomol girls on the tank sang in unison, while continuing to fire with the help of their bare toes and not forgetting to use the scarlet nipples of their breasts;
  
  
  
  I'm the strongest girl in the world
  Who was born in purity...
  There is no me more beautiful on the planet -
  We will prosper everywhere!
  
  May Russia be famous for all the most wonderful,
  The country that conquered the whole world ...
  Let people immediately become more interesting
  Any warrior is a true idol!
  
  I will defend the holy country
  Where are our ancestors, believe all the strongest ...
  Find out people the girl is barefoot,
  She is an eagle, not a sparrow!
  
  I was a Komsomol member in a past life,
  The Nazis fought famously so crushing ...
  And the girl's voice was so ringing,
  And a bright airy soul!
  
  I fought near Moscow very bravely,
  In the frost there was a girl barefoot ...
  And consider my pressure so shocking,
  I broke Fritz's face with my fist!
  
  To the glory of Jesus our banner,
  And also the greatest God Svarog ...
  Forever Lada most holy with us,
  And the brightest White God in the world!
  
  We are the people who were born in the light of the sun,
  Yarilo inspired us to a feat ...
  And the song of the girls is pouring violently,
  Behold, the cherub spreads its wings!
  
  I shot from a machine gun aptly,
  Throwing a present with a bare foot ...
  I threw my net at the fascist,
  The girl looks a bit old!
  
  Warrior, I consider from God,
  Created a world where beauty...
  In the name of the greatest Svarog,
  In the soul of beauty, beauty ripens!
  
  We defended the Kremlin from the Nazis,
  We were able to soak everyone count at a time ...
  No, a demobilization will not come from a girl,
  And we hit the Fritz right in the eye!
  
  For the glory of eternal communism,
  I fought barefoot as a Komsomol member ...
  We will destroy the flocks of fascism,
  So that steel does not succumb to the enemies of Rus'!
  
  Girls fought near Stalingrad
  Aleli like a ruby they have nipples ...
  We'll see communism soon given,
  Knowing no sadness and longing!
  
  We are the best girls in the Fatherland,
  I'm almost naked Komsomol member...
  But so crushed the Reich from a machine gun,
  That the Germans did not enter our company!
  
  In the name of the most radiant Russia,
  I believe everything will be fine...
  Great Jesus believe mission
  While knocking shells chisel!
  
  In the name of our great Motherland,
  We will be evil fascists to run...
  Yes, let's stop the flocks of the wild horde,
  Even in a furious attack, an evil thief!
  
  Let the name of Jesus shine like a sun
  May mother Mary give a great paradise...
  For Lada the Almighty, we are children,
  And you fight bravely and dare!
  
  In the name of our great Motherland,
  What gave communism everywhere...
  Saints from the icons shine, I see the faces,
  In one single family of the Lord!
  
  In the name of the almighty Svarog,
  Christ Almighty Savior...
  We must be like the God of the Family,
  On all the Infinite Creator!
  
  Yes, Rus' will raise the banner above itself,
  We will become stronger and wiser...
  Although Genghis Khan attacks with a steep,
  But we girls are still smarter!
  
  So I tell you people you dare
  Serve the Russian gods faithful to us...
  And save the souls of Russians in battle,
  Although it strikes an infernal swarm!
  
  We will win, I know for sure
  We will be able to defeat all the Nazis ...
  Cain will not crush the fighters of the Fatherland,
  And with a formidable roar the bear will live!
  
  We will do everything very cool,
  We will defeat all Fritz and Mongols ....
  After all, it's dangerous to fight with girls,
  The people of Russia know invincible!
  
  We will all show formidable grins,
  We will break Genghis Khan's horns...
  In the name of the endless kind of glory,
  Let there be a very bright fate!
  
  Yes, we will beautifully fight the girls,
  Show the highest class in the world...
  I am a warrior, and the soul believe is not a clown ...
  And God will reward Christ for the victories!
  
  We will break the tumens of Genghis Khan,
  There will be girls in battle on Kalka...
  Do not resist the hellish blow,
  I love Jesus and Stalin!
  
  So I'll chop the enemies, believe without counting,
  I can defeat them like midges ...
  Believe me, we have a tough job,
  Though life is as fragile as a thread of silk!
  
  In the Name of Lada, Blessed Mary,
  What gave youth and love ...
  We are girls with completely bare feet,
  Let's trample the adversary into mud and blood!
  
  Christ will come and the dead will rise
  Perun, Yarilo, White God, Svarog...
  They are one, people know honestly
  And above the universe is the Almighty Rod!
  
  In short, our happiness will be eternal,
  Wonderful and wonderful for ages...
  Both heaven and earth are in mighty power,
  And immortality, and youth forever!
  After that, a 150-mm howitzer hit directly into the butt of the tower. The IS-7 jammed, and the warriors had to turn the tank around for repairs.
  And then you look finally it will be stripped. In general, Stalin's bet on a blitzkrieg against Japan failed. The fighting took on a protracted and fierce character.
  Meanwhile, the Japanese continued to steer and pedal.
  Here, for example, one of the pioneers was caught. The boy is only twelve years old. And it began to be rubber hoses on bare soles. The boy roared and groaned, but remained silent.
  Then strips of red-hot iron were applied to his childish feet. Yes, it smelled like it was fried. And this smell was very appetizing.
  The child lost consciousness from pain shock.
  But the executioners of the samurai pricked him with a needle in the child's neck. And the boy came to his senses again.
  And the monsters began to break the toes of his bare feet with red-hot tongs.
  And again the child passed out.
  Yes, there was nothing here. The boy continued to be tortured. After they had finished breaking the children's toes, the Japanese executioners proceeded to the ribs.
  That's how they did it right, they broke one rib after another. And literally the boy's bones were twisted. And so it hurt.
  And then one rib cracked and broke under the red-hot tongs, and then another.
  And the pain is such that the boy passed out again, from wild suffering.
  And the samurai sang and laughed. So they had fun.
  And the Komsomol girl began to be tortured. In this case, electrodes were attached to the womb of Venus, the anus, and the scarlet nipples of the chest.
  Then they took and cut the current. And electrical discharges went through the tender body of the girl.
  And how she suffered and shuddered. How incredibly painful it all was. And the body of the beauty literally shook. Then they put more electrodes in her mouth. And again let the high voltage current. And the girl began to sparkle thoroughly.
  That was really incredible, wild pain. And how the exhausted Komsomol member screamed.
  And they continued to torment her with wild fury. When they saw that the current did not take the girl, they pulled her up on the rack.
  They clamped the girl's bare feet into an oak block and fastened them well.
  Then they began to hang weights on the hooks, stretching the naked, muscular beauty.
  The girls moaned, but still did not want to give out military secrets.
  Then the Japanese executioners smeared her bare soles with oil, so that they shone.
  And they kindled a fire under them.
  The flame carnivorously licked the girl's bare, round, very seductive, pink heels.
  However, the beauty did not break. On the contrary, she stopped moaning. And with great enthusiasm she took it and sang with deep feeling;
  Glory to the Goddess of passion Lada,
  Created the cover of the heavens...
  There will be a generous reward for people,
  Because God is risen!
  
  There are no more beautiful daughters of Svarog,
  Who run barefoot in the snow...
  We will be the bosom of Rod,
  Don't trample the girls with your boots!
  
  After all, in Russia formidable girls,
  Every guy is a manger warrior...
  The voice is so sonorous,
  The villain will be twisted into a goat's horn!
  
  We will fight for the Motherland,
  Motherland is my big mother...
  Russians have always been able to fight,
  You can't resist them!
  
  They gave their hearts for Russia,
  I believe a glorious life ...
  We will open the door to space soon,
  Let's find our calling!
  
  No, let the storm rage now
  But the Russian will not falter forever -
  Our fighter does not give in to battle,
  May his dream come true!
  
  Our strength with the wisdom of the girls,
  You were born that way...
  We will scribble from the machine,
  To only up never down!
  
  Give the country you new resources,
  So that it blooms like roses a lush bush ...
  and in the Name of God Jesus
  So that the trait of evil crunch is not heard!
  
  In war, all people are brothers,
  But at the same time, the servants of Satan...
  We are ready to open our arms to them,
  So that everyone is faithful to the God of the world!
  
  Didn't bring the Wehrmacht to its knees
  We were able to fight...
  Stalin and the great Lenin are with us,
  Write yourself a kid soon in a notebook!
  
  Let's make our country like this
  That she herself will build the world ...
  Though a storm came here with a scythe,
  Our Svarog is a great master!
  
  The enemy attacked suddenly and treacherously,
  It was a terrible forty-one year ...
  But our grandfathers fought gloriously,
  Rod helps them in the battle!
  
  For Russia we will give our heart,
  Let's make our country stronger...
  Bravely opening the door into space,
  Count it without much fuss!
  
  Here is my country, believe me, holy,
  We will defend the knights of Moscow ...
  The girl runs barefoot in a snowdrift,
  Awakening an ancient dream!
  
  No, we didn"t break down in the fight of the girls,
  And fought courage appreciating ...
  And sometimes the girls fought so hard,
  A full blown up!
  
  Know that no one will strangle us Russians,
  We will be able to level the mountains, jokingly ...
  God, dedicating their souls,
  You pass your exams for five!
  
  God was born in times of trouble,
  Near Moscow, when a thunderstorm rumbles...
  Lada wound up our miles,
  And let the tears flow!
  
  Noble Russian girls
  In every virgin, the most holy look ...
  Such a voice, believe me, is sonorous,
  And the fist to the girls is a monolith!
  
  Everything in the country, I believe it will be cool,
  I know everything flourishing ...
  Though sometimes it is dangerous to fight,
  We will open a full account!
  
  In the forty-first they stood together,
  The knights held Moscow...
  Soon they will give communism,
  I will bring the banner of the Fatherland!
  
  Stalingrad became a formidable path,
  Where two formidable converged ...
  The girl fights barefoot
  Her husband is of course a communist!
  
  There the enemy threw "Tigers"
  But it didn't help at all...
  Yes, in vain the Fuhrer muttered games,
  You are a fragile glass planet!
  
  Don't let the girls you bliss,
  We can't relax ourselves...
  The enemy left too much soot
  You'll still pass the exam with a 5!
  
  Stalingrad path is certainly glorious,
  It's just the sun over the country...
  The evil Cain will be destroyed,
  He is in hell with Satan!
  
  Rus' is always a holy country,
  It contains Perun and Jesus Christ...
  Although sometimes the truth is evil,
  Man has not grown up to happiness!
  
  The share of Russians to fight skillfully,
  And defeat the enemies of Russia ...
  Although the Fritz have the strength of Lucifer,
  But our army has become mighty!
  
  There is salvation in the communism of the world,
  To overcome mountains of corpses...
  We will not ask the enemies for forgiveness,
  Though the bear is raging in a rage!
  
  God Perun He throws lightning,
  He likes to hit the evil ones very much ...
  And we are stronger than enemies,
  If the army is training for battle!
  
  Yes, Svarog is a great light warrior,
  He can do things he can't...
  If you will be famous then you are worthy
  Russians are not stupid!
  
  That's all in our glory abides,
  What is beautiful like the color of May ...
  There will be a place for the fallen people in paradise,
  That shouted furiously - banzai!
  
  Do not endure them, know humiliation,
  Can we create a complete Eden ...
  For Russia there will be revenge on the Fritz,
  Even though Sam helps them!
  
  Russians admired the sunset,
  That ruby illuminates the path ...
  There will be a great retribution for evil,
  Our Rus' cannot be bent with a jack!
  
  We will admire loudly,
  The power of the great homeland of elephants...
  Together with a radiant team,
  The best Lada of sons!
  
  Girls run barefoot in winter
  This is their big star...
  Hares also run barefoot,
  Lada will be with us forever!
  
  God created the planet from an atom,
  He created space with a word only ...
  Heroic deeds are sung,
  And the enemy gets shish!
  
  The admiration will be of man,
  To always fight and dream...
  So from the moment, until the end of the century -
  So that they have a big army in scolding!
  
  The faces of the sun shine in the distance,
  And the rainbow sparkles, believe me ...
  And the enemy is just very wild,
  He is truly a beast!
  
  There are beautiful girls in the country,
  That they know how to defeat enemies ...
  Their voice is clear, of course.
  The best sons in the world!
  
  We Russians will not disappear,
  Our truth is to believe in everything ...
  After all, we will have such judges,
  Let's smash the terrorists into pieces!
  
  Our girls shine with their heels,
  With bare rose soles...
  And the snowdrifts melt underfoot
  It's hot to see the beauty of the barefoot!
  
  Coo nice girls
  Crushing the enemy effortlessly ...
  Although the stream plays very sonorous,
  The horde is coming in flames!
  
  We can do everything very cool,
  And achieve fidelity in a dream ...
  And the enemy attacks stupidly,
  Move your sword across his beard!
  
  I know our knights of steel,
  Trust me, you won't find them...
  They gave the fascists a hard blow on the horns,
  Though it looks like no more than twenty!
  
  Girls who laugh
  They bare their teeth with their glory ...
  And their eyes are such saucers
  The voice is a radiant nightingale!
  
  Girl workouts are cool
  And they imagine horror in battle ...
  So the beauties are just groovy,
  Though sometimes winds dregs!
  
  Imagine such a world, people will
  Communism is the birth of higher powers...
  And beauty won't judge you
  Even if a person is a moron!
  
  Here comes the war from the east,
  The infernal horde is attacking...
  With us is the power of believe the fighter Svarog,
  The girl smashed the khan in one gulp!
  
  You can admire everyone, I know
  Who fights for the Fatherland know ...
  And the warrior is born brave,
  Going to heaven after death!
  
  We will be able to make Rus' happy,
  Glorifying Rod for centuries...
  For the sake of mother holy Russia,
  With the strength of a big fist!
  
  My homeland, believe me, is beautiful,
  In the Arctic, apple trees bloom ...
  Our people are great, Orthodox,
  Made a dream come true!
  
  We can make any cloud
  And crush the insane enemy...
  Our squad of fighters is so volatile,
  Turns predatory reptiles into game!
  
  Here in Russia everything is so cool,
  In it the Creator put his heart...
  The sadist Malyuta will be crushed,
  The dream will have decent strength!
  
  Here Christ will come and the world will rise,
  There will be people in glory for ages...
  We fight honestly for Russia,
  And steel know our hand!
  
  Girls are admired
  What are capable of conquering space ...
  They will break any nets,
  The chain for them is just a silk thread!
  
  We never give up, believe
  We will never lie under the enemy...
  If the Fuhrer is simply furious -
  We'll break off his horns!
  
  Man you will become stronger than everyone
  Can you conquer the edge of the universe...
  Do not carry you weak nonsense,
  Believe us Slavs to break!
  
  The strength of millions will be with us,
  We will finish off the enemy, believe me ...
  Many maiden legions
  They just hit the target!
  
  Here comes the victory
  We entered Berlin in triumph...
  Who died in the pleasure of paradise,
  And the sacred cherub soars!
  
  LUKASHENKO DID NOT BECOME PRESIDENT
  ANNOTATION
  The pocket CEC refused to register Alexander Lukashenko as a candidate for the presidency of Belarus. And the victory was won by Vyacheslav Kebich, the prime minister and the de facto head of Belarus. History went differently. Including Russia, where Vladimir Volfovich Zhirinovsky became president in 1996.
  . CHAPTER #1
  In Belarus, too, everything could be different. Here Vyacheslav Kebich, the de facto ruler at that time of Belarus, took and ordered to block the registration of Alexander Lukashenko. And this did not lead to mass unrest. Well, some candidates have more than others. As a result, Zenon Pozniak advanced to the second round against Kebich. And in the second round, thanks to the support of Russia, the odious reputation of Zenon Poznyak, and his excessive radicalism, Kebich won and became the first president of Belarus.
  Lukashenka himself never made it to the top. Belarus entered the ruble zone. And it began to walk the Russian currency. On the one hand, this is a plus, but on the other hand, just as in Russia, delays in the payment of pensions and salaries began to occur, which led to certain conflicts and unrest.
  Nevertheless, Kebich was able to maintain good relations with the West. And Yeltsin had a reliable ally, but not so radical. In Russia, the course of history has changed somewhat. Unlike the aggressive Lukashenka, Kebich advised Yeltsin not to fight in Chechnya. And Yeltsin did not send troops there. Instead, he relied on the pro-Russian opposition. However, the confrontation in Chechnya dragged on. And she became ugly. Where are the Dudayevites, where are the other forces.
  Oddly enough, but the absence of a war in the Caucasus benefited Vladimir Zhirinovsky. The LDPR has remained the main and most popular opposition force in Russia. And the main struggle in the presidential elections unfolded between Zhirinovsky and Yeltsin. In principle, this could have happened in real history if Vladimir Volfovich had not supported the war in Chechnya and, thereby, losing a significant part of the protest electorate.
  Yes, and the media actively promoted the confrontation between Yeltsin and Zhirinovsky. There was a lot of PR, a lot of propaganda. However, unlike the real confrontation: the communists against Yeltsin, where certain propaganda trump cards were in power, it turned out to be more difficult with Zhirinovsky. Although they made a fascist out of him.
  But in the conditions of rampant crime, chaos, corruption and the mafia, many Russians did not consider fascism to be such a big evil. After all, the Great Patriotic War was a long time ago, and these were not the same fascists at all. Then there were bad German fascists, and now there will probably be their best Russians. And in economic terms, Adolf Hitler did indeed work a miracle in Germany.
  So Vladimir Volfovich was even somehow proud of being compared to Hitler, and tried to play on this.
  The communists also had a big drawback. People still remembered very well - empty shelves, total shortages, cards and coupons, especially from the Gorbachev era. And the Gorbachev era is like the rule of the communists.
  People, especially women, who stood in line to return to the old, communist times, did not want to. And it played against Zyuganov. And under Hitler, especially before the war, there was capitalism, which means that there were no empty shelves. Yes, and Zhirinovsky himself, although he made a lot of populist statements, did not promise a return to the old days. And he promised, first of all, order, to stifle crime, to put an end to unemployment. But Hitler in Germany and crime strangled, and put an end to unemployment, and put things in order.
  Moreover, in two months he conquered all of Europe. That is, by skillfully playing and agitating, you can turn your comparison with Hitler to your advantage. So Yeltsin had a much harder time than with Zyuganov. If the latter evoked antipathy in many already at the gene level - a shortage and empty shelves, and even Stalinist repressions. That fascism, even among war veterans, was far from being denied by everyone.
  Moreover, it was, as it were, our Russian fascism. The economy was not doing well. And even without Chechnya, Yeltsin had a low rating. And the country was dying out, and there was rampant banditry and crime. And even more than in real history. So the war in Chechnya led to a number of restrictions on freedoms that reduced crime, but its absence in criminal terms only made it worse.
  So Zhirinovsky turned out to have much more trump cards than Zyuganov.
  It should be noted that in real history, Zhirinovsky failed miserably in the 1996 elections. But the main reason for his failure was the lack of inspiration and faith in the final victory. And here is the whole confrontation between him and Yeltsin, the dim Zyuganov in the shadows, and Zhirinovsky at his best. And this politician, when in shock, is really capable of working miracles. Moreover, Zhirinovsky is still young and full of energy.
  And he doesn"t run away from TV debates, unlike Zyuganov, who was already afraid to put himself on the screen.
  In addition, Zhirinovsky even outwardly looked younger, and not bald like Zyuganov, and not gray-haired like Yeltsin. And that worked to his advantage too.
  Although Zyuganov was thirteen years younger than Yeltsin, outwardly he did not give the impression of a young and fresh leader. But Zhirinovsky, being fifteen years younger than Yeltsin, and outwardly, with his frantic energy, seemed much more energetic and stronger than this driven old man.
  And this influenced the course of the elections.
  Nevertheless, it turned out that Zyuganov would be the third. But who should he support in the second round? With Yeltsin, the confrontation went too far. And although Zhirinovsky is not a communist, he is a leftist, and not an anti-communist. And he promises portfolios to the communists.
  And the Swan is tongue-tied and stupid, and has not been untwisted. So the elections were held according to a different scenario. Zhirinovsky received more votes in the first round than Yeltsin, and in the second he received the support of Zyuganov. And as a result, Yeltsin blew the second round by a huge margin. Moreover, in the second round, fewer votes were cast for Yeltsin than in the first. And Vladimir Zhirinovsky became the new president of Russia. And this turned out to be a triumph for Vladimir Volfovich.
  However, contrary to expectations, Russia's course has not changed much. Zhirinovsky did not aggravate relations with the West. He continued with minor amendments to the previous reforms. And even the communists in the government did not bother him too much in this.
  It is true, however, that something has changed. There was more militia, which was renamed the police, and a tougher fight against crime.
  In the end, in 1999, the militants launched an invasion of Dagestan, and Zhirinovsky was forced to start the Caucasian war. Even though he didn't want to.
  Even with Yugoslavia, it was Zhirinovsky who persuaded Milosevic not to bring matters to the point of bombing, but to accept the conditions of the West.
  The economy began, though timid growth, and the price of oil began to rise.
  The war in Chechnya was a chance to raise your rating and get re-elected for a second term. Not only that, Vladimir Zhirinovsky also prepared a referendum abolishing the two-term limit. And that was his plan for authoritarian rule. And the war against Chechnya went brutally. Moreover, there were terrorist attacks in Moscow and Volgodonsk. What Zhirinovsky prudently and cynically took advantage of.
  Under the conditions of the war, it was easier to be elected for a second term, and it passed from the very first round. And at the referendum, two terms were canceled, leaving Zhirinovsky without restrictions. That's how it happened.
  In Belarus, in 1999, the first five years of Vyacheslav Kebich also ended. In the economy, the situation was not very good, but some timid growth began. Plus propaganda and administrative resources. And Lukashenka was not allowed to run for elections again - there is always something to complain about.
  And Kebich was re-elected, albeit with difficulty. And again, Zenon Poznyak was against him in the second round. Kebich did not collect such percentages as Lukashenka in real history. But he held his power firmly. In Belarus, a new, more authoritarian constitution was adopted in 2000, and the terms of President Kebich were reset to zero.
  Zhirinovsky occupied Chechnya, but Russia had to wage a protracted war with the partisans there.
  The problem was that the Chechens were already accustomed to de facto independence. Russian troops also suffered heavy losses during the assault on Grozny. True, Zhirinovsky controlled the media and managed to avoid a drop in ratings and mass anti-war sentiment. And this was also a plus of his reign.
  Rising prices for oil and gas, the economic recovery in general, strengthened the power of the dictator. He did not extend his terms of office, but regularly won presidential elections. Which took place in one year with the American ones. But without a two-term limit. Zhirinovsky's foreign policy was cautious. He was not a second Hitler, but much more restrained and tried to maintain a balance of power. But in 2014, Maidan happened, and he could not resist the temptation to return Crimea to Russia. However, unlike Putin, Zhirinovsky did not claim more, and his secret services did not organize a rebellion in the Donbass.
  On the contrary, everything was done extremely carefully. And it ended up with relatively minor sanctions, and a mild Cold War. Against the backdrop of good economic growth, let's say.
  But then the coronavirus broke out. Kebich, who again reset the deadlines for himself, died. And new elections were held in Belarus. By that time, Lukashenko had already been forgotten, and new figures appeared. The power was taken by the younger Prime Minister Kolbasko, who became president.
  And soon Russia plunged into mourning after the death of Zhirinovsky from the coronavirus. And it also turned out to be a blow to the country.
  Meanwhile, the Taliban launched an offensive against Tajikistan. They broke through the defenses and surrounded the Russian base. And a new, Afghan war began.
  And of course fighting and beautiful girls, as always ready to fight.
  Natasha fired a burst from her machine gun, cutting off the Taliban fighters. Then she threw a lemon with her bare toes with murderous power. She tore apart the Mujahideen and sang:
  - We are peaceful people, but our armored train,
  I managed to accelerate to the red limits!
  We will fight for a brighter tomorrow!
  Let's kiss!
  And the warrior laughed at the top of her lungs. She must be said to be such a groovy one.
  Zoya, who was scribbling from a machine gun, and mowed down dozens of spooks, also rumbled:
  - The future glory is with us,
  We will show the highest class!
  And with bare toes, how to throw a murderous gift of annihilation. Let's say she is like that - a fighting and aggressive woman. In which there is so much energy and strength.
  Augustine chirped, with great soulfulness, and her copper-red hair parted as if it were a real comet blazing. The girl took it and aggressively chirped:
  - Glory to our Motherland,
  Above all you countries ...
  We are worthy of the order
  We crush the Taliban!
  And the girl, too, took with her bare fingers, her graceful, tanned legs, threw a murderous present of death. These are the girls who turned out to be here, very aggressive, tough and barefoot girls.
  And Svetlana is also in battle. And he builds from machine guns with great, deadly power. She is a top notch warrior. Shoots accurately and accurately.
  And her hair is like white, fresh, snow. And bare toes are throwing gifts of annihilation with deadly force.
  Svetlana sang with a smile:
  - And he rules the boat,
  Through rain and fog...
  Cruel and insidious -
  Taliban fighter!
  These are the girls who can move mountains. And they are very good at fighting. And bare their teeth that sparkle like pearls.
  Here are the beauties. And so Natasha exposed the scarlet nipple of her chest and pressed it on the button of the bazooka, destroying and tearing apart the Taliban.
  This really was an aggressive-combat performance.
  And stormtroopers are fighting in the sky. Very beautiful girls sit on them.
  Albina pressed the joystick button with her bare toes, sending a deadly discharge of death, and cooed:
  Girls fly like eagles
  We will be able to capture the capital in battle!
  Here she is, let's say so charming blonde.
  And Alvina, another blonde girl in a bikini, continues to fight. Here she presses a button with a strawberry breast nipple, and a rocket of colossal destructive power flies out. And she's like a bang on the Taliban troops.
  This is what the girls took and wound up. They are very even let's say so - aggressive and warlike.
  However, of course, the girls also fight on the tank. The fair sex is on top here too. And they are, of course, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Let's say such wonderful thieves that no one can handle them. If they start up, they won't leave.
  Elizabeth, fighting on a tank and sending shells of deadly force, with the help of her bare toes, sang:
  It was such a wonderful country
  It was called the Empire of the Soviets ...
  Destroyed by the vile Satan,
  It is high time to invoke his answer!
  
  Lenin ruled in it - just an ideal,
  Who made the Motherland great ...
  And Stalin handed over the board ...
  He crushed the impulses of the wild horde!
  
  May our Motherland be in bloom,
  Birches, poplars, oaks, mountain ash...
  I will destroy the army of fascism -
  After all, Russians are invincible in battles!
  
  Russia will be the sun above the Earth,
  Its rays and stars and comets...
  You will become the best country
  In it heroic deeds are glorified!
  
  USSR, when it bloomed magnificently,
  And he led the country by the hand to communism ...
  But the bald one ruined his donkey,
  At the mercy of vile fascism!
  
  But I believe our Rus' cannot be overcome,
  She shines like the sun above the Earth ...
  Mighty Russian, White Bear God,
  And there will be a place in a noble paradise!
  
  You love Russia with all your heart,
  She is our Motherland is great ...
  Though Sam opens his mouth to the ground,
  And the thousand-faced monster attacks!
  
  Svetlana is our bright star,
  That promises happiness and freedom...
  Big dream come true
  Let's build communism, believe the people!
  
  No one can crush the country
  Which name is, believe Russia ...
  You remove Satan from power -
  Christ the great messiah will come!
  
  And Lada will be with us forever,
  And we will build practical communism ...
  Centuries and minutes of the year will pass,
  We will be with the fairest system!
  
  Our great homeland dream,
  To make the world the most stormy and beautiful ...
  We have mountains, rivers and forests -
  Everything will be very clean, fair!
  
  The capital of our Motherland is Moscow,
  But Kyiv, Minsk will also be capitals ...
  The Mongol horde was defeated
  Almighty God helped us win!
  
  No, you believe the Russians cannot be broken,
  All the Slavs will be united...
  The hunter will soon turn into a game,
  And we are fighters always believe in impact!
  The girls in the tank sang in chorus and their voices were so radiant and literally shimmered like silver bells.
  These girls are just amazing.
  Elena sang with great aplomb:
  - Everything will be very cool with us girls,
  We can easily fly to Mars ...
  Let someone have plenty of currency,
  And somewhere a bear squeals in a wild roar!
  And Elena, with her scarlet breast nipple, will take it and press the joystick button, and a projectile of great, lethal force will fly out.
  The girl will sing in response:
  - We will boldly go into battle for the power of the Soviets,
  And we will erase all enemies, in the struggle for it!
  And Ekaterina, too, will plant a strawberry nipple on the button and let's pour lead rain from machine guns on opponents. Specifically, mowing them.
  At the same time, the girl sings:
  Come on in the evening, we will meet with you,
  We will wet the spirits of all ...
  Come on in the evening, we will meet with you,
  Speak Chinese!
  And then the girl will take it and press her bare, round heel on the pedal. And something very destructive and lethal will work. And a landmine of colossal force will fall on the Taliban.
  After that, the girls will chirp:
  - Glory, great glory,
  Tanks are rushing forward ...
  There will be a great power
  When the people roared!
  And the warrior laughs.
  And then Efrosinya will take the ruby nipple of her chest as she presses the joystick button. And the huge, colossal destructive power of the needle projectile will work. This is when a projectile scatters needles in different directions during an explosion. Which is very effective and destructive.
  And then the girl will use her bare toes.
  Here she is fighting ....
  The girls from Russia took on the Taliban thoroughly. Here is one beauty who also applied the scarlet nipple of her breast - this is Veronica. And a lethal force shot out of a bazooka.
  And he scattered the Mujahideen in all directions.
  Veronica took it and sang:
  - Let there be a goal
  Forward dynamo...
  On the verge of a foul -
  Solid wound!
  And the warrior with her bare toes launches a lemon. And it explodes and smashes the Mujahideen.
  Alice is also firing a sniper rifle. Kills dushmans, and at the same time sings:
  There is no stronger military steel,
  There is no stronger army in the universe...
  The girls shed rivers of blood,
  And they have no other way!
  Angelica threw a deadly grenade with her bare toes. She tore a dozen Mujahideen and squeaked:
  - We can do everything dashing girls,
  And in the cold we go barefoot!
  After that, the warrior pressed the strawberry nipple of her chest on the button of the lethal bazooka.
  And she released a gift of annihilation with murderous power. And killed a lot of Taliban.
  Anastasia Vedmakova attacks the Mujahideen from the air. Sends deadly gifts of death from the stormtrooper. And rocket launchers rain down on Taliban positions. Many Muslim soldiers die from this specifically.
  At the same time, the girl sings;
  The country in which you are free, everyone,
  In which every Lord is a proletarian.
  You turn into a ruble and a nickel,
  In winter, in the snowdrifts, a solarium.
  
  It has a bright, red flag of communism -
  Who promises us immortality!
  We express love for the Fatherland in verse -
  Forever there will be happiness, believe in it!
  
  Leaders are different sometimes ...
  Not every leader is like the wise Stalin.
  But any of us is always a hero,
  When both mind and will became stronger!
  
  In the last month of the valiant spring,
  Soldiers of war law taking Prague.
  We are faithful to the Motherland like angels,
  The order has been given to us - the fighter is not a step back!
  
  If death has come, then cross yourself,
  And the Lord, fly to paradise, where the mountain ash ....
  Forever our Spirit will ascend,
  We will conquer the mighty peaks!
  
  After all, after death, life is a river again,
  In it we sail like a boat - a meteor!
  Invocations of the Holy Mother of God,
  Do not dare to endure defeat and shame!
  
  Empire, because it is God's light,
  Russia ordered the Almighty to rule!
  We will not know the end of happy years,
  There are no limits to the service - pull up the knapsack!
  
  Slavs together is our motto -
  Be a man submissive to royal power!
  The theater of the world is full of actresses,
  We tear the mouths of hellish anger!
  Akulina Orlova, who was fighting from the other side in a combat attack aircraft, thumped the enemy with her bare toes and chirped:
  - The Tsar of Russia is not needed - this is an extra parasite!
  And bare his pearly teeth.
  Then he presses the ruby nipple on the button, sending a colossal destructive force of the rocket.
  And those how to fall on the Taliban with a lethal scope.
  Akulina took it and sang:
  We will not be overcome by Satan
  My homeland is the most beautiful in the world,
  Glory to a beautiful country ....
  Adults and children will be happy in it!
  
  Let the lilies of the valley bloom in it,
  And the cherubs play a decent hymn...
  The Fuhrer will come kaput
  Russians are invincible in battles!
  
  Komsomol members run barefoot,
  They stomp on the snow with their bare heels...
  Hitler you only look cool
  I'll move you in a tank!
  
  Can we defeat the Nazis
  As always, we are barefoot girls ...
  The most formidable knight is our bear,
  He will kill everyone with a machine gun!
  
  No, we girls are already very cool,
  We literally tear apart all enemies ...
  Our claws, teeth, fists...
  We will build a place in a wonderful paradise!
  
  I believe there will be cool communism,
  The country blooms in it, believe the advice ...
  And woeful Nazism will disappear,
  They will, I believe, feats are sung!
  
  It will bloom, I believe the edge is stormy,
  From victory again we are to victory ...
  Defeat the Japanese Nicholas
  Samurai will answer for meanness!
  
  We will not let ourselves be tilted,
  Crush our enemies with one blow...
  Let the hunter turn into game
  We crushed the Wehrmacht for good reason!
  
  
  Believe us to give up not out of hand,
  Russians have always been able to fight ...
  We sharpened our bayonets from steel,
  The Fuhrer will become the image of a buffoon!
  
  This is what my homeland is
  Russian accordion plays in it ...
  All peoples are a friendly family,
  Abel triumphs, not Cain!
  
  Soon it will be in the glory of the USSR,
  Although our enemy is cruel, treacherous ...
  We will set an example for valor,
  The Russian spirit will be glorified in battles!
  Margarita Magnitnaya will also take the color of overripe strawberries with her nipple and press the button. The killer rocket hit the Taliban, killing them by the dozens.
  Then the girl sang:
  - We must respect and be afraid,
  The exploits of the girls cannot be counted ...
  We know how to fight very cool,
  Satan will be destroyed!
  
  DON'T MAINTAIN WITH A MAN-EATER
  In November 1941, Hitler unexpectedly offered peace to Stalin. A decision that seems unlikely to anyone familiar with the real situation.
  The Germans seem to be about to take Moscow. And why offer peace in this situation?
  But Hitler, as you know, had a highly developed intuition. And he felt that Moscow was taken, it would not. And if so, the very time, when Stalin is intimidated, to offer peace. Naturally, not all the military agreed with this, but Hitler had power and authority.
  Moreover, the conditions of peace promised to be beneficial for the Germans. In fact, Ukraine passes to Germany and with it the black earth and agriculture, as well as Belarus, and the Baltic states, and the Smolensk region.
  Stalin, in general, agreed to give everything that the Germans had already managed to capture.
  Sevastopol retreated to the Germans. In response, the Fritz left the Moscow region. Leningrad remained behind the USSR and a corridor led to it. The Germans agreed to leave the Leningrad region in exchange for the Voroshilovograd and Donetsk regions, which the Germans had not yet completely occupied.
  In general, the Nazis received the Donbass with its coal, metals and factories, bauxite deposits, and agricultural land, the entire Crimea, and even part of the southern Don. The Germans left the Leningrad region, Moscow, Tula, part of the Rzhev, Kalinin region. In exchange for part of the Donbass, part of the Don with its rich black earth and Sevastopol. The Finns got Petrozavodsk for themselves, and what they managed to capture. They parted amicably.
  In addition, the USSR undertook to supply oil at lower than market prices, and to pay a large ransom for prisoners of war.
  Stalin, fearing to lose the war and lose Moscow, agreed to such conditions. At the very peak of the Wehrmacht's success.
  Well, and Hitler, who has a supernatural instinct, realized that this was the best option.
  The war with the USSR is over. The Nazis first of all began to transfer troops to Africa. Moreover, the British launched an offensive against Rommel. Well, what? And the Fritz took and landed troops in Malta. Of course, first by bombing the British there.
  Further, of course, the assault on Gibraltar. Hitler personally met with Franco.
  Like, you saw how strong Germany is. Destroyed the USSR. She took four million Russian prisoners and many thousands of tanks. For us, Spain is like a smear on a map. We'll occupy if you don't let the troops through. And if you miss, you can get something in Africa. Moreover, Britain is doomed and will not go anywhere!
  Franco, realizing that Spain could be occupied and there was no chance, agreed.
  The assault on Gibraltar was successful, and fairly quickly. The citadel has fallen. And then the Germans entered Equatorial Africa.
  The British suffered huge losses. They were captured like suckers.
  Rommel defeated Britain in Libya, and developed an offensive in Egypt. Captured Alexandria.
  Then he went out and crossed the Suez Canal. Developing success, the Germans captured Iraq, Kuwait, and the entire Middle East.
  The Wehrmacht lost not too many soldiers and officers in the east. And his troops were more numerous and more seasoned and better trained than the English and especially the colonial forces.
  The British could contain such a thing and, no doubt, they were losing. Without the USSR, the Fritz managed to fight successfully with Britain.
  In general, Britain was doomed to lose its colonies. Its land army was too weak and underpowered to hold the colonies against the more numerous and disciplined troops of the Wehrmacht.
  And the rate on the fleet did not work. After the fall of Gibraltar and Malta, it became impossible to keep Africa. Here Rommel blocked the Suez Canal. And even on land, the Germans beat the British in one goal. After the war with the USSR, the Wehrmacht became even stronger and more self-confident, gained a lot of combat experience.
  This is how Africa was gradually conquered. And through Iran, the Germans entered India. There, too, local sepoys did not want to die for Britain. In general, the Germans were more hampered by distances, lack of roads, lengthy communications, supply problems than British troops.
  The US is gathering dust to avoid war. They even lifted all sanctions against Japan.
  But still, the samurai attacked Peru Harbor. We had to secure ourselves and seize the British possessions in Asia. And the Japanese did it.
  In short, in the forty-second year and the first half of the forty-three, the Germans and the Japanese captured Africa, Australia, all of Asia. And in September 1943, the landing in Britain followed. After, of course, massive bombardments. The Germans used Yu-288, and Yu-188, and other machines.
  Having lost its colonies and exhausted by the submarine war, Britain could not resist.
  And the Germans had too many resources, and especially manpower. They literally bombed all the cities and factories in England. And then, of course, the landing and the use of "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions" and even "Mouses". Well, of course, also floating tanks, and underwater vehicles.
  "Mouse" had time to do the beginning of the operation, and he even fought. But Mouses are way too heavy.
  The crew of Gerda on the Panther distinguished themselves in battles. The Germans after the capture of Britain for some time still fought with the United States. Kicked the Americans out of Iceland. But due to the length of communications, capturing America turned out to be a difficult task. Yet the Atlantic Ocean is no joke. Unless they bombed a friend and cut themselves at sea.
  German submarines developed, including on hydrogen peroxide, and sank almost the entire American fleet.
  However, the United States is still extremely difficult to capture. The war dragged on, and the Germans, in the end, took and made peace.
  After the Germans turned to the USSR.
  In 1945, the E-50 and E-75 went into production. Hitler banned the production, apart from a small series of reconnaissance vehicles, of tanks lighter than fifty tons.
  The Panther weighed forty-four and a half tons. "Panther" -2 is already fifty-two tons. E-50 has already pulled almost sixty-five tons. The last tank had a very decent frontal armor of 150 mm of the hull at a slope of 45 degrees, and 185 mm of the forehead of the turret, also at an angle. A gun of 88 mm with a barrel length of 100 EL. And 82 mm of armor on the sides, also under slopes. In combination with an engine that accelerated up to 1200 horsepower when boosted, a very powerful medium tank.
  Plus twelve shots per minute.
  An even heavier E-75 weighing over ninety tons. This tank turned out not quite successful. The 128mm gun had a slower rate of fire, lower muzzle velocity, and had no advantages at close range compared to the 88mm E-50.
  The frontal armor of the hull is slightly better than 160 mm at an angle of 45 degrees. However, more is not needed. He holds all American guns, and even Soviet ones. The defense tower is magnificent: 252 mm forehead, 160 mm side and stern. It can be seen that at least there is more or less reliable protection for the tower, especially the side.
  The side of the case is 120 mm, which is acceptable, plus you can also hang screens. The engine, however, is rather weak at 900 horsepower. In general, of course, the tank is unfinished, rather tall. Reminds me of a fairly overgrown "Tiger" -2 with similar problems.
  Both German cars are imperfect, but the E-50 is, of course, more practical.
  Well, and the E-100. But this car is even heavier and worse in driving performance than the E-75.
  The E-100, due to its large mass, was produced in small quantities.
  And the military themselves generally approved of the E-50.
  In the spring of 1946, just on April 20, on the Fuhrer's birthday, the Germans moved to the USSR.
  They had a large number of cars and equipment. Tens of thousands of tanks of different versions. The USSR also had the serial T-34-85 and IS-2 and IS-3 in service. The T-44 was not entirely successful. And the T-54 was not yet ready.
  The Germans produced the E-50 and E-75 in large numbers.
  Stalin forbade, after the loss of a significant part of the country, to develop machines heavier than forty-seven tons.
  In addition to the large number of T-34-85s, and the somewhat smaller IS-2 and IS-3, the SU-100 was mass-produced, which was a relatively simple and effective self-propelled gun.
  It should be noted that the most massive tank T-34-85 could only penetrate the German E-50 series into the side, and the E-75, even from the side, was too tough, and only the SU-100 could do it, and then close.
  So the forces are clearly unequal. The German tanks themselves pierced the Soviet ones from great distances. And only the IS-3 had more or less satisfactory forehead protection, and then the upper part.
  Here are the Germans on the territory of the USSR.
  Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda in the E-50. They whistle songs and roar.
  We all doubt the ram's horn,
  God will be for us!
  And how they will take and shoot at the enemy.
  Thirty-four blew off the tower. Yes, the combat crew, you will not say anything.
  Charlotte remarked with displeasure:
  We still don't have much armor. The enemy can, and board and hook!
  Christina noted:
  - But the gun is accurate, and lethal! So one compensates for the other!
  Gerda hissed:
  - We'll break them all!
  Meanwhile, Natasha is fighting against the Fritz in the SU-100 with her crew.
  Oleg Rybachenko was the fifth member of the SU-100 crew along with Natasha, Zoya, Augustina and Svetlana.
  The girls nodded approvingly.
  - You are a fighter, which is great!
  Natasha fired at the enemy. The shell hit the forehead of the German car, ricocheted off. The girl angrily stamped her bare foot. And she checked:
  - And now you're a boy! You seem to be smart, don't you?
  Oleg nodded. He's an immortal boy, so he can do a lot. Here is the German E-75 ahead. How to break through it?
  The genius boy figured it out, whispered to the projectile:
  - We are metal, of the same blood - you and me!
  And with the help of his bare, childish foot, he unfolded the sight, and fired.
  No matter how strong the German tank is with frontal armor, but if you hit exactly end-to-end or a combination of lines of force, the tank lends itself. And then the metal burst, and the combat kit began to detonate.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaked:
  - This is the highest class!
  Natashka tickled the boy's bare heel and nodded:
  - Shoot!
  Oleg Rybachenko again fired from the SU-100. They hit from a long distance, and then the 100 mm Soviet gun did not take the latest German tanks: E-50, and E-75. But the boy is phenomenal. And he manages to hit the enemy.
  The terminator boy shoots again. And it breaks through the E-50. This tank is fast and must be hit. And the Germans are all stick and stick.
  Zoya shoots. And very apt.
  Hits the enemy in the tower. Then Oleg Rybachenko fires again. A hundred millimeter cannon works wonders.
  The boy genius roars:
  - I'll tear you! I will tear you! It won't be good!
  And again, like a kid, he will take it and very aptly hammer it. And really tear the enemy.
  After which it will issue:
  - I'm a supersonic fighter!
  And again, with the help of a bare foot, he will shoot.
  The kid looks only twelve, but he is very fast and phenomenal.
  Here she shot with the help of bare toes and Augustine.
  And the girl crashed the E-50.
  The Germans are taking significant damage. But their avalanche of tanks is getting closer and closer. Here is the E-100 in motion. Also powerful armor, weapons, and shields.
  But his girls and boy also break through.
  The German car is on fire and is torn to pieces.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to the Holy Fatherland,
  With unearthly fury!
  Again the boy fired, smashed the fascist and winked at the girls. And again the kid shoots and crushes the enemy.
  Fighting let's just say the boy. And fires a projectile. And the Tiger-2 tank, outdated but powerful, has already become a victim. The German "Panther" -2 is also suffering from defeat. But she almost conquered America herself.
  And now the USSR is pressing.
  Oleg Rybachenko, on the other hand, shoots and hits for sure.
  And so they began to shoot in turn and sing ...
  Natasha kicked her bare foot and bellowed:
  - That's from the taiga ...
  Zoya also punched her bare toes and squeaked:
  - To the British Seas ....
  Augustina also fired a shell and said:
  - Red Army!
  Svetlana fired shells with her bare toes and said:
  - Stronger than everyone!
  Oleg Rybachenko fucked up, and issued:
  And let Red...
  Natasha fired and squeaked:
  - Compresses powerfully!
  Zoya also slapped and barked:
  - Your bayonet with a callused hand!
  Augustine chimed and bellowed:
  - And we have to...
  Svetlana fired a lethal charge and yelled:
  - Unstoppable!
  Oleg Rybachenko fired again, laughing:
  - Go to the last...
  Natasha sent a projectile and roared:
  - Mortal combat!
  And the girls dispersed, the gun thrashed until the shells ran out.
  Yes, Oleg Rybachenko is at war again.
  But the Red Army is having a hard time. The Germans are advancing. They have more equipment, more infantry. And the Japanese are coming in from the east.
  Do not resist against such power.
  Gerda and her crew are fighting on the E-50. The Germans are already storming Voronezh. The fighting is fierce.
  On the one hand, a German tank, as a fighter of its own kind, is very good. But the board is rather weakly protected. And this is his minus, so girls should be vigilant.
  There is still a lot of T-34-85 produced. This machine is still in mass production, and the German 88mm gun in 100EL is harvesting a bountiful harvest from a long distance.
  The SU-100 is also being produced more and more, which, being a self-propelled gun, is easier to manufacture than a tank, but the gun is stronger.
  Right now, pressing the joystick button with her bare toes, Gerda broke through the Soviet dryer. At close range, such a machine can be very dangerous.
  The blonde terminator took it and sang:
  - My nerves are not made of steel,
  You totally got me!
  And then Charlotte's cannon fired, and crushed the thirty-four.
  And a gun that fires twelve shots per minute reaches a great distance.
  Further, as Christina shoots. And it will also do it very aptly and accurately. She smashed a Red Army tank and squeaked:
  - Rabid fire! Hurray Stalin!
  Then lupanula and Magda. She did it very precisely with the help of her bare toes.
  And she sang:
  - For the glory of the eternal Fatherland!
  Then the girl bursts out laughing...
  The German machine works itself without failures.
  Here, the IS-2 became its victim, a rather powerful and dangerous tank, but poorly protected by the forehead of the tower.
  Only the IS-3 in the forehead has relatively good protection, but this tank is still being produced in small batches. It has an overly complex tower shape. Although the IS-3, as combat practice has shown, at least has a chance to fit in E-series vehicles at close range.
  Heavier tanks are not yet produced in the USSR, and even their development has been suspended. This, of course, creates a problem. The Germans have only the E-25 self-propelled guns in the light series, but its production is almost frozen. Although the machine is not bad.
  Only two crew members and one and a half meters of height. Small with a 75mm gun from the Panther. Hunter for Soviet cars.
  But the Fuhrer prefers power. Even the E-50 is gradually inferior to the E-75, which is also closed from the sides with flaps.
  E-75 is difficult to penetrate even into the side. And the Germans use it in breakthroughs ...
  Two German pilots Alvina and Albina have already managed to exceed the number of downed aircraft over three hundred and received: Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  The girls are such cool warriors and the coolest in the world. Yes, even if Huffman has more planes shot down for now, but they are, but much more beautiful.
  And they fight, as a rule, only in one bikini and barefoot.
  Alvina shot down three Soviet aircraft from her ME-262 X with 30 mm aircraft guns and tweeted:
  - I am the torch of annihilation!
  Albina, conducting similar fire, confirmed:
  We are total annihilation.
  And she cut off four more Soviet planes ...
  Warriors are very fighting in their mood, but they constantly smile.
  They love men very much, and work with their tongue. And they love it. Such martial beauties.
  Here they shot down a Soviet TU-3, and smashed it to pieces ... This is their fiery hello.
  Girls, in short, do not give up. And the Red Army receives from them.
  But on the other hand, Anastasia and Mirabela are also fighting in the same bikini and barefoot - they are gaining their accounts! They girls are very aggressive.
  And Anastasia shot down a German plane and issued:
  - I'm a great pilot!
  Mirabela threw a cannon into a 37 mm German car and squeaked:
  - I'm a super warrior!
  Girls and in fact what you need ....
  But they fight on the outdated Yak-9 T, which, of course, do not pull against reactive German vehicles. But beauties manage to fight. And avoid getting hit.
  And why? Because they are barefoot and in a bikini. So don't cut them off.
  Warriors, as we can see, understand what bare skin is.
  Anastasia shot down another German fighter and squeaked:
  - For the Motherland!
  Mirabela cut off HE-162 and bellowed:
  - For Stalin!
  The most dangerous German fighter ME-262 X, it has five air guns, and great speed, swept wings, powerful armor.
  It is easier to shoot down a HE-162 car that is light, cheap, but very maneuverable.
  The ME-1010 turned out to be not entirely successful for the Germans, which is undoubtedly an excellent aircraft in terms of flight characteristics, but its wings change their sweep and require highly qualified pilots. TA-183 turned out to be more practical, and also goes to the front.
  But Hitler prefers the heavily armored ME-262 X, with powerful weapons.
  So far, the Luftwaffe screw machines have not yet been taken out of production. The TA-152 is the most successful multipurpose vehicle, and the ME-309 is still in combat. They are superior to Soviet fighters in speed and armament. And although the Yu-488 is a screw machine, the Soviet Yaks cannot even catch up with it. Yes, even the more advanced LA-7 is inferior to this car in speed.
  And what to do against jet bombers: "Arado", Yu-287 and others.
  Soviet aviation, without jet aircraft, is weak.
  However, Anastasia and Mirabela still manage to gain good scores even in such conditions.
  So they returned, refueled and again into battle. Again knock down German cars. And they do it with great effect.
  No one in Soviet aviation can compare with their pair. In addition, girls have sex to be stronger. And usually they always have different men. And this gives the girls such strength!
  This is one of the secrets of their phenomenal success.
  The girls have already received the golden star of the hero of the USSR, and wink at each other.
  They flew again, shot down someone.
  Anastasia cut down a Yu-288, a rather powerful bomber, with her 37mm aircraft gun.
  And Mirabela shot down a Yu-287 jet, also using the same 37-millimeter gun. Such guns made it possible, with the phenomenal accuracy of the girls, to hit enemy vehicles at a distance. Although the ammunition was limited, and you risk dying.
  Girls spank with bare feet and sing:
  - Fly the falcons like eagles,
  We are for Stalin ahead!
  Our success is not far off
  Open a winning account!
  So the warriors, of course, will not let the fascists down. And they will hit it so hard that it will hurt the Fuhrer.
  Anastasia Vedmakova, of course, maneuvers. Yak-9 is more than six hundred kilometers, it won"t squeeze out, even less with a heavy gun, but more or less tossing and turning.
  A little better than the Yak-3, which, however, is more expensive and requires high-quality duralumin. And the USSR lost a lot of territory. And the Yak-9 can be produced in huge quantities.
  But the Third Reich, along with Japan, cannot be kept up.
  Mirabela shot down ME-262 and sang:
  - For the glory of the Motherland of Russia,
  We will make the whole world happier!
  Anastasia cut off another German and squeaked:
  - This is the name of the most radiant love!
  And also how to roar. And thrash on Fritz.
  The girls are certainly very, very cool.
  And the Germans, meanwhile, are more and more deepening into the territory of the USSR.
  The Japanese are getting in on the action too. And there are many of them and they are driving the Chinese ahead of them.
  The yellow soldiers are pushing for a breakthrough. And they literally throw corpses at all approaches.
  But there are so many of them that they eventually break through.
  The Japanese and their yellow army storm Khabarovsk. Losses are completely ignored.
  But they are met there by Soviet girls.
  Alenka and her team.
  The girls defend Khabarovsk. They throw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  And they sing with a laugh:
  We are good girls
  And the defeat of all the fighters ...
  The voice is so loud
  In the glory of mad fathers!
  And again the grenades thrown by the bare feet of the beauties fly.
  Alenka, as soon as she gives a turn, mows down the Chinese and squeaks:
  - Glory to our land!
  Anyuta will throw a grenade with her bare toes and roar:
  - In the name of higher powers!
  And also slap a lethal burst.
  Angelica shoots next. And he also throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  And screams:
  - For new frontiers!
  And then Maria will hit. And she also cut off a line of yellow fighters, singing:
  - Tail by tail! Eye for an eye!
  And wink at your friends.
  And then the Olympics will throw a whole box of explosives at the samurai and the Chinese.
  And roar:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  And again, the five exterminate the foreign army.
  But the Japanese have already gathered a lot of Chinese. They climb and climb. And whole mounds of corpses grow.
  Alyonka shoots, throws her bare heel and squeals:
  - For Stalin!
  Anyut will also throw a grenade with her bare foot and growl:
  - Teachers!
  Angelica will throw out the queue. He throws a gift with his bare foot, and squeaks:
  - For Lenin!
  And then Maria, like a thrasher at the enemy. And the toes of bare feet will start destruction.
  After that, the Chinese scatter in all directions ...
  And then, like the Olympics, he will take and put out a barrel of nitroglycerin. And soak everyone.
  And the militarists fall to themselves ...
  Oleg Rybachenko and his team are still fighting for Tula. The Germans are trying to surround Moscow. The city of Tula already repelled the onslaught of the Fritz in forty-one.
  But the enemy is much stronger now. And conducts aggressive shelling. And bombs are raining down on the Red Army, and other lethal forces.
  A very powerful opponent. And they throw too many black fighters, Arabs, Indians into battle. And it doesn't seem to stop.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired at the E-75 and sang:
  The soldier is always healthy
  The soldier is ready for anything ...
  And dust like from carpets,
  We're getting out of the way
  And won't stop!
  And don't change legs
  Our faces shine
  Shiny boots!
  And again the boy punches the Nazi from a distance. But the forces are indeed unequal.
  Although Tula stands heroically. And in the south, the Nazis are approaching Stalingrad.
  But what do they think they will win there?
  Oleg Rybachenko again shoots at the Nazis and sings:
  And such chaos
  Filled the universe...
  Mankind's sad fate -
  Endure pain, suffering!
  And again the boy fell, and the fascist "Maus" -2, a very formidable machine, is on fire.
  Natasha logically remarked:
  No force can stand against us!
  And winked at the boy.
  Further lupanula and Zoya. Also roaring:
  - For my access to victory!
  The SU-100 works for itself and does not think of stopping the shelling.
  The Germans are gradually bypassing Tula. They have a lot of forces, a lot of infantry. And moving tanks of various brands.
  Here, for example, is the same "Lev" -2, a very powerful machine: it weighs a hundred tons, and the frontal armor is 300 millimeters tilted. Nothing seems to break.
  But Oleg Rybachenko still punches. Shows his highest class - a sniper.
  And he beats himself, and he beats ...
  From the Nazis, only fragments fly off. But they still do not want to slow down.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - The future is ours
  We are Eagles, Jedi!
  And again the boy gets up horses. And again, the Nazis on a penny.
  And the tank crew of Gerda is already in Stalingrad. Here such aggressive fights are in full swing.
  Gerda, shooting, yells:
  - My body is iron!
  Charlotte pressed the buttons on the joystick with her bare toes and chirped:
  - So useful for a fight!
  And winked at her partner.
  Then she lupanula again and broke the thirty-four.
  Then gave a shot and Christina. She broke the drying of the Red Army, and rumbled:
  - I'm a crazy girl! I'll tear everyone!
  And then Magda fired with her bare foot.
  Girls from Germany, in general, are doing well. And smear the enemy.
  . CHAPTER #2
  But then their car was hit on the side. I had to stop and repair.
  Gerda remarked capriciously:
  We're wasting time again!
  Charlotte rubbed the surface of the armor with her bare foot and snarled:
  We will take revenge and win!
  And then she took it and bared her teeth. And emitted sunbeams from pearl teeth.
  Christina took it and squeaked:
  - For the Motherland without advice!
  And also slap on the armor with his bare heel!
  Magda agreed.
  - And no nonsense!
  The girls decided to play chess for the time being. A couple for a couple. And they began to build a strategy there.
  The game is interesting. But the girls argued over every move and butted heads.
  Gerda remarked with a grin of teeth:
  - I will be the highest axiom!
  And how to laugh..
  I imagined my namesake from Andersen's fairy tale. Here she was caught in the forest by robbers. They dismantled the carriage, and almost all the clothes and expensive boots were taken from Gerda herself. So Gerda is barefoot again, and in sackcloth. This is what she looked like, with her hands tied behind her back.
  He walks through the autumn cold forest. The bare sole feels every bump, every bump, every twig. Gerda is scared and wants to eat.
  She even managed to recover in the palace. And on the autumn grass there is frost, reminiscent of the cold that she had recently experienced.
  Gerda chuckled... She thought that in Andersen's fairy tale there was clearly not enough toasted heels. And that would be great!
  The tank was repaired quickly. The damage is small. Although the shell of a hundred-millimeter cannon hit the side. Which can be dangerous.
  Charlotte pressed her bare toes on the joystick buttons, and sang:
  - I'm a tank destroyer,
  The heart is on fire...
  The gun is my home!
  And the shell broke another thirty-four. So far, it is the T-34-85 that dominates the battlefield. And heavy vehicles in the Red Army are relatively rare.
  But then the IS-3 appeared. He has a weak point: the lower part of the body. The forehead has a large angle of inclination. It has a shape: pike snout. But if you hit the lower part of the forehead, then there will be no mercy.
  Magda, with the help of bare feet, pointed a cannon at the enemy. And how slapped, and the projectile flew.
  And the Soviet car got in the gut. The turret was torn off and shells began to burst.
  Gerda exclaimed:
  - And you are a beautiful beauty!
  Magda squealed, shaking her magnificent breasts:
  - No one will stop me!
  Charlotte confidently confirmed:
  - And no one wins!
  Christina squeaked in response:
  - Evil wolves crush enemies!
  Gerda growled:
  - Evil wolves - salute to the heroes!
  The Nazis surrounded Tula and the children, together with four girls they have to break out of the ring.
  The boy, girl and girls run to themselves and throw grenades with their bare toes.
  And the Nazis take damage and cannot hit them.
  Oleg, firing, sang:
  - In the name of the sacred Motherland,
  Don't bring us to our knees!
  Margarita threw the gift of death with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - No! Never put!
  Natasha, shooting and bouncing, added:
  - Let trouble not come to our house!
  And also with a bare foot, how to launch a lethal grenade.
  Further, Zoya will dodge the fragment, and also let the crushing things break with her bare toes ...
  And roar:
  - It will be great!
  And then Angelica will shoot at the enemy. Mow it down in a wild fury. And roar again:
  - I'm a crazy drinker!
  And a grenade will fly from a bare heel.
  And then Svetlana, as she takes it and hits it painfully.
  These, of course, are girls - what death brings to enemies.
  Natasha, shooting at the enemy, squeaks:
  - No one will stop us, even the devil will not defeat us!
  And flies from her bare feet, a grenade in an arc. And lupanet, yes, it will scatter everything and, moreover, far away.
  Girls are certainly able to overcome the affected territory. In the south, fighting is in full swing in Stalingrad, which the Red Army holds. A whole colossal loss of the Japanese took Khabarovsk and advancing on Vladivostok.
  Well, there they will be met by those who need it.
  Anna Vedmakova experienced a not very pleasant farewell ceremony with her faithful flying horse. The fighter, which became the native MiG-4, on which so many German aircraft were shot down, simply burned out during the air strikes of the Japanese armada, as well as a fair amount of other vehicles and ships. After the vultures from the Land of the Rising Sun pecked at the city, Vladivostok was a sad sight. However, the funeral of the dead was held in a military manner modestly and quickly enough. The pilot Vedmakova burned her legs, the girl's feet were covered with blisters, and therefore she walked barefoot, carefully stepping on her toes. The Japanese have not yet repeated the raids, they have concentrated their efforts on supporting the advancing fronts. Vedmakova bypassed the blockage, it was vigorously cleared, among the workers there were a large number of children. Thin, barefoot, with faces reddened in the fresh spring sun, they raked broken tiles, lifted fallen telegraph poles, simply swept the streets.
  The senior over the boys in a pioneer tie, but without a shirt (it hung separately, apparently the boys took care of their clothes), ran up to the pilot.
  - We are working at an accelerated pace, comrade major, everything will be ready soon! We will sweep the street clean, it will be smooth as before the war!
  Vedmakova smiled and tossed him a piece of candy:
  - Here, take it! This is our Soviet natural chocolate, not American poison.
  The boy winked fervently.
  - And we came up with a new nickname for the Americans! Since now they are together with Hitler and Hirohito, they are not Yankees, but Pindos!
  The girl-major bowed before the boy:
  - How did you say who they are?
  The young pioneer repeated:
  - Pindos! So now we'll take down the Yankees who betrayed us!
  Vedmakova stroked the boy's head, then her large, strong hand went over the boy's thin, veined shoulders. The boy smiled back: his teeth were white, and held out his calloused palm. The Major shook the boy's hand and answered:
  - We must remember the name! But after all, we are not at war with America yet, so it is premature to come up with nicknames!
  The boy replied:
  - Americans are worse than the Japanese and Germans, because they prefer to fight by proxy. No matter how cruel the fighters of the Rising Sun Empire are, their bravery is known to everyone!
  Witcher interrupted:
  - I will kill these brave men! And as soon as possible!
  The new acting garrison Krotov unexpectedly signed a not quite logical order and sent a warrior pilot with a group of sailors to Khabarovsk. The order followed immediately, it was necessary to reflect the offensive of the Japanese units. Vedmakova, of course, expected that they would give her a fighter, but ... And the front had no free planes at its disposal, and the reinforcements of their center had not yet arrived. The trip from Vladivostok to Khabarovsk took a little time and the major was literally thrown off the rails into a boiling fight.
  The Japanese tried to bypass the well-fortified city and encircle it. The warrior barely had time to jump into the trench with the machine gun before the attack began.
  The witcher asked Captain Sinitsin, who was lying down next to her:
  - So, the enemy is planning the tactics of Friedrich, or rather General Nogi, to bypass the fortifications and put us in the rear.
  The captain grunted.
  - Let him try to burn the tail of the Russian horse! So he will be hit with hooves that it will not seem enough!
  The ace pilot joked:
  - The horse's hooves, probably not from Krupp steel, but our Soviet ones!
  Her words were interrupted by the howl of shells. Here it lies in a long-dug trench, around Khabarovsk there is generally a noble line of fortifications, the threat of a Japanese invasion has existed for more than a year. Shells burst in front of and behind the trenches, there is a lot of roar from them. In general, the famous Japanese shimosa creates a lot of rumble and smoke. The warrior looks without fear, even with some indifference. Explosions of shells give rise to dirty fountains, here is one of them caused the ground to shake. This means that a gun is hitting, with a cannon caliber of a good three hundred millimeters. You can hear the groans of the wounded... Through the cannonade they seem like light vapors that not every ear can catch. Here the pilot-warrior was sprinkled with earth. However, the girl, sneezing, shook the dust from her red braids:
  - That's how it always is, if you lie down you get dirty! And if you got up, you have one or two left!
  The artillery preparation turned out to be short, perhaps the Japanese did not have so many shells. The attack has begun. Several Japanese tacos drove ahead. Small, with a slightly rounded machine body. The most massive tank of the empire of the Rising Sun: Chichiha. Vedmakova remembered his characteristics. Frontal armor 30 mm, gun 47 mm, diesel engine 320 horsepower. Except for driving performance, in which this machine is not inferior to the T-34, then it is even worse than the German T-3 of the 1943 model. He is even called in the Far East, sneeze! But by the way, the queen of the fields is not a tank, but an infantry. Here try, approach the minefields. As they say: where an armored train does not pass, a soldier with a rifle will crawl through.
  The rifles of the Japanese are copied from the German Mauser. Submachine guns, torn off from the well-known "Schmeister" from the First World War. In general, the narrow-eyed ones have a craving to copy the best from the other side. Surely Japanese designers are already working on the creation of a hybrid of the "Panther" and the T-34!
  There are no more than a dozen Japanese tanks, and Soviet artillery is by no means in a hurry to meet them. The infantry jogs after them, in the traditional thick line. The soldiers of the country of the Rising Sun themselves are dressed in a uniform that slightly gives off yellowness, the color of the khaki steppe. Vedmakova looks at them, quickly estimating the number of attackers. By eye, there are five or six thousand of them, and there are a maximum of a thousand Russians sitting in the trenches, covering this sector of the front. And the weapons... The Far Eastern army is equipped according to the residual principle, and only officers have submachine guns. What is she, after all, a major, however, without a position, reduced to the level of an ordinary.
  Captain Titmouse (still a very young guy) asked the Witcher.
  - Did you fight the Germans?
  The girl replied:
  - No! I kissed them!
  The captain, suddenly turning pale, remarked:
  - Do you remember your first corpse!
  Vedmakova smiled and shook her head.
  - I am a pilot, and whom I shot down, I knocked together, I have no concept of corpses! By the way, during the entire Great Patriotic War, my plane was never shot down!
  The captain whistled somewhat awkwardly.
  - You're just an ace! And how many smeared Germans you have!
  Witcher smiled even wider.
  - After the twenty-fifth handed the star of the hero! Only twenty-eight.
  Sinitsin exclaimed:
  - Ooh! You are simply a master of your craft!
  The girl answered modestly:
  - No need to make a hero, someone who just honestly fulfills his duty. Now the infantry will come closer, and we will meet them.
  The captain jerked the bolt of a heavy submachine gun weighing a good ten kilograms. I touched the dog, the launch is very tight, the butt with recoil. Not quite a convenient colossus, but it hits ... True, according to rumors, the Germans already have a more powerful machine gun, but who knows if the Soviet designers will come up with something better. Sinits could not resist the question:
  - And why did you transfer such a cool pilot to the infantry?
  Vedmakova answered half-jokingly, also clicking the jam of her submachine gun:
  - And I just wanted to know what it's like to sit under fire! That would be cool!
  - And you apparently lost your boots, if you were in such a hurry to get to the front line!
  Vedmakova, in fact, trying to make the blisters come down faster, went barefoot. Although during the war most women and children flaunted bare heels in the summer, this was not accepted among officers, especially in public places. But the Witcher even liked to highlight it that way. She answered Sinitsin simply:
  - In order to save money, in fact, the entire capitalist world is against us. After all, boots wear out, and this is the work of many people!
  The captain agreed, winking fervently.
  - You have very beautiful legs! Can I pet them!
  Vedmakova shook her finger:
  - Not now! Then if you survive, I will warm you for the night.
  Sinicin rolled his eyes.
  - Wow, you're fast! Usually women break for a long time!
  Vedmakova wanted to answer, but an explosion was heard, a Japanese tank walking ahead, ran into a mine. The girl sang:
  - Hitler was driving in a car, the bastard was blown up by a mine! Shattered into fragments - but that's just little use!
  Another Japanese tank blew up, stopped, turned its muzzle and opened fire on the Soviet trenches. A third followed him. The Japanese, however, did not think to stop. The narrow-eyed snarled: their machine guns started to work, placed on semicircular, mobile towers.
  The captain muttered:
  - That's great! How the parade goes! Here is the army!
  Vedmakova picked up a rifle, since the distance to the infantry allowed, and shot at a Japanese officer. The narrow-eyed fell, throwing the rifle away with such force that it fiddled with the bayonet in the spring grass. The other Japanese continued to run, only slightly tilted their body, apparently hoping in this way to avoid defeat, or rather reduce its likelihood. Vedmakova recalled that this is how soldiers in the Quantude army are trained, whoever does not have time to bend down in time is beaten on the head with a bamboo stick. It seems to the king-father, Herod was well moved! This he however about Nicholas II. Now they are fighting Japan again, and not on one, but on several fronts. However, this also has its advantages. The girl sang:
  Coming - the Wehrmacht is defeated in the ashes,
  Napoleon defeated invincible!
  The enemy will not be able to trample the Soviet flag,
  When the people and the party are united!
  One by one, the wrecked Japanese tanks stopped, but the infantry, bristling with bayonets, began to run even faster. The positions of the Soviet troops bristled with flashes, rifles clapped, occasionally interspersed with automatic bursts. She opened fire and Vedmakova. The Japanese, reloading on the move, fired from rifles. They yelled at the top of their lungs:
  - Banzai! Rus give up!
  The bullets pierced their carcasses like a ramrod into dummies. Bone dust, mixed with blood, fell down. However, most of the bullets, as happens in the battle, went by. The Japanese crossed the minefield, the little soldiers too light for their run to detonate the gifts prepared for the tanks.
  Vedmakova felt the brutal recoil of the machine gun on her shoulder, while the fighters of the country of the Rising Sun seemed to be real monsters. Their hysterical cries grew stronger and closer, their yellow, nasty faces glistening with sweat. Vedmakova tries to take down as many enemy soldiers as possible at a time. The girl is as hot as always, and shoots in a nested way. One clip ran out, inserted another. The magazine is too large, round, it is not easy to wedge it into the chamber. And again the fire, the Japs are flying upside down.
  Vedmakova shot the second ammunition load, left without ammunition. And grenades are already wooling at the advancing narrow-eyed. They answer with throws, now there are much more screams of groans, and Soviet soldiers are falling. The shard cut off a tiny strand of hair on the Witch's head. The girl's nerves fail, and she jumps up and yells at the top of her lungs:
  - For motherland for Stalin!
  Following her, the rest of the fighters yell, jumping out of cover and shaking their bayonets. Soviet soldiers run to meet the Japanese, engaging in a bayonet fight.
  Vedmakova cuts the belly of the nearest "samurai" with a swift blow. He screams and tries to answer and collapses like a slaughtered boar. The girl happily exclaims:
  - Russian football: Russia - Japan, two-zero!
  And indeed, another Japanese fell with his throat cut with a bayonet-knife. Well, the third warrior pilot kicked him in the groin. The narrow-eyed one stretched out, and the girl, moving by inertia, stuck the point into the adversary's eye!
  -Get the Japanese! Why stand at the gatekeepers!
  The retaliatory strike of the bayonet ripped open the major's tunic, blood came out, but this not only did not embarrass the girl, but also gave additional rage.
  - Hirohito's death! - The girl barked, her shin crashed into the narrow-eyed temple, and the girl moved with such swiftness, as if she were propellers, the latest fighter.
  The Japanese retreated, and even backed away, and the inspired girl went on the attack, her machine gun was spinning like a club in the hands of a giant. Here followed a hard blow with a butt on the back of the head, too zealous officer. Anna breathed out.
  - Here's a shahen-hash!
  But in general, the Russians had a hard time. On the side of the narrow-eyed, a five-fold advantage, and the level of physical fitness of the Japanese is not bad, in addition, far from the best soldiers of the USSR are fighting against them. Naturally, during such a difficult war, conscripts of the third category were sent to the Far East, with the worst data, or fighters who were seriously injured in the battle with the Nazis. The soldiers fell, sometimes a dozen bayonets were thrust into one Russian, they literally bled collectively, but they fought like heroes, and no one asked for mercy.
  Sinitsin pierced a Japanese officer with a bayonet, but he himself received a point in the side. The young man knocked down the attacking Japanese with a blow of the butt in the chest, but the blood flowed from the side too abundantly. And four samurai rushed at the guy at once.
  The brave Vedmakova rushed to the rescue, stabbing the officer with a bayonet on the shoulder blade, and knocking another Jap down with a kick under the knee.
  - Hold on Petruha! she said.
  He immediately reflected two bayonets aimed at the chest and answered:
  - I'm not Peter, but Arkady!
  The girl who knocked down another Japanese growled:
  - In war, every name is like the click of a cocked hammer, you shouldn't cock it without a shot!
  Arkady stepped back slightly and a ruthless bayonet ripped open his cheek. The young man whined, from unbearable pain:
  - Mother of God!
  Vedmakova objected:
  - Maybe I'm a mother, but not God's! In general, there is no God, and never was!
  Arkady stepped back to Anna and muttered indistinctly:
  - And what awaits us after death non-existence?
  The girl shook her head negatively.
  - No! Communist science will raise the dead! And the first to a new life will be returned to those who fell in the battles for their homeland.
  Sinicin shook his head.
  - God bless!
  Vedmakova laid down another Japanese and squealed:
  - There is no god! If he is, then we must admit that the alleged creator of the universe is a sadist! And he likes to torture creation!
  At that moment, Arkady's thigh was torn open with a bayonet, and in order not to fall, he leaned on the red-haired warrior:
  - And I'm in pain! Simply unimaginable!
  The five-sixfold superiority of the soldiers of the rising sun had an effect. Fifty samurai rushed against them, brandishing their bayonets like an army of porcupines. Arkady received a couple of blows with a bayonet in the stomach, and then his eye was gouged out. When the young man fell, they injected him twenty times, forcing him to calm down forever. It is interesting what his soul felt when flying away: surprise or fear, or maybe incredible relief after leaving the dungeon of the body.
  The Witcher was as if bewitched. Of course, her tunic fell to pieces, slashed with bayonets. The warrior turned out to be completely naked, covered with many scratches, but the samurai could not inflict a single serious injury on her! She fought and her bare breasts with scarlet nipples shook like buoys in a sea. And bare ankles flashed. The girl was truly the embodiment of bestial and erotic power. Her bare soles turned red with blood, from which there was an association with the great goddess of destruction and evil: Kali! Almost all Soviet soldiers have already been stabbed, the battle is over, but only in her sparkling beauty of Aphrodite, from time to time it strikes insolent narrow-eyed.
  The Japanese General Nugi looked with surprise at this miracle. Then a thought flashed through his head. There was an order given in a thin voice, of an underfed mosquito:
  Throw a net on her, take her alive!
  The thrifty Japanese also had nets. Suddenly you need to take one of the Russians alive. And the web is perfect for that. Immediately a dozen catchers threw fetters on the girl
  Vedmakova fought back as best she could, she tried with all her might to free herself. But all in vain, the conscientious Japanese made the net on the basis that it would withstand an elephant. The girl was thoroughly swaddled and dragged in her arms. Judging by everything, tactical success was achieved, especially since this direction was not covered by either artillery or machine guns.
  The girl recalled the smooth-shaven face of Arkady, who fell in love with her, and her catchphrase:
  - In war, every name is like the click of a cocked hammer, you shouldn't cock it without a shot!
  A disturbing and nasty thought arose, didn"t she smooth it out! After all, this often happens, just fell in love with a person and he died!
  The Japanese apparently occupied poorly covered trenches in this place, continuing to bypass the positions of the Soviet troops around Khabarovsk. And her Vedmakova is being taken prisoner, and although they are not already being taken, they were loaded into a stained armored car to take you to the rear. The machine is antediluvian, probably from the First World War, so imperceptibly he minced behind the infantry. The speed is about 12 kilometers per hour. Brr! The very first tank in the world Prokhorov's all-terrain vehicle weighed no less, but had a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and 25 on the road. What, on the one hand, the USSR attacks all of Europe, on the other, a significant part of Asia. The girl turned on her side, apparently there was a threat to lay her back. How dark it is in this part of the armored car, apparently, it houses the paratrooper department, or the transportation of soldiers. It would be nice, of course, to escape, first getting rid of the rods and strong ropes. And how to do it? The girl, of course, has skills, although she will have to tinker, at the same time pull off the handcuffs, and cut the chain to which she was tied by the leg. But here ropes can also fit quite well. The work is tedious, but if they take her to the territory of Manchuria, she will have time. The girl removed the ropes from her wet skin, sawed the chain and thought at the same time. Hmm, against Soviet Russia, there was a serious coalition: And the most serious monster is Germany. A country with advanced technology and strong troops. For example, she heard about the new ME-309 fighter. Looks like they are already flying. She does not have exact data on weapons, but according to rumors, this aircraft has as many as seven! Fire points. This is a very serious armament, considering that the Yak=9 has only two of them, and there is no machine on Soviet fighters that had more than three points. Try to defeat these monsters! Well, the Fokken-Wulf is a very serious machine, superior to Soviet aircraft in armament, and even capable of carrying almost two tons of bombs. Already at the end of 1942, he was armed with two 20 mm cannons and 4 13 mm machine guns. But it seems that a new type of fighter-attack aircraft and bomber has already appeared with two 30 mm and four 20 mm guns. It was already a monster, a monster to all monsters! And according to rumors, a fighter aircraft with eight 30-mm guns has already been put into production! Try to overcome such a ghoul! How do Soviet designers want to answer this? Vedmakova heard that work was underway on the Yak-3. She was told about this curator from the department of Beria. It seems that the main highlight of the aircraft will be the lower weight of the structure, without additional engines and weapons. Maneuverability is certainly good, but I would like an increase in armament! Indeed, in boxing, of course, a light athlete in feather weight is more maneuverable than a heavyweight, but he will almost certainly lose to him anyway. It is not for nothing that there are weight categories, and among professional boxers, striking power is most valued. It is necessary to strengthen the armament of Soviet aircraft, and only then will the Wehrmacht be beaten ... on an equal footing? From the second half of 1942, the air superiority of the Luftwaffe began to evaporate, even by March 1943 the USSR had an advantage, but ... The Allied betrayal changed the balance of power. Wow, Hitler was killed on March 13, and now it's only the end of April, but how seriously the balance of power has changed. So quickly, from a strategically winning position to a strategically near-losing one. Almost because there is still hope that Germany will be able to defeat before she achieves a strategic and technological advantage over the USSR. In particular, the Allies can supply aircraft to the Nazis in large quantities, but the German pilots will need time to learn how to fly them. Still, there is a difference in technology, instrument panels. Tanks also require trained crews, in addition, the Chevron's driving performance in the Russian winter is not particularly good. The M-18 automatic rifle ... Not a bad thing, but in terms of rate of fire it is inferior to the best Soviet models, however, surpassing in accuracy! In short, problem upon problem! There is also the really famous "Churchills" with powerful armor, and good driving performance ... Of course, it seems that they will also have to fight. And the longer the war lasts, the more equipment the Nazis will receive. So the conclusion is simple, it is necessary to inflict a crushing defeat on Germany in the summer. As for Japan, it is best to limit yourself to active defense and launch counterattacks using qualitative superiority in tanks. But again, saving power to the maximum. Not getting involved in protracted battles, and building defenses on pre-prepared lines. There is still a chance to use the Red Army of China, but the Chiang Kashi regime fell upon it with all its might. So for now, you can rely on your own strength. When to come? Best of all at the end of May, when the roads finally dry up, and replenishment arrives in the troops. Vedmakova herself would have delivered her first blow in the Oryol direction, and then in the Kharkov region, in order to dislodge the Germans from the industrial Donbass, and then with a forced march, through Ukraine, crossing the Dnieper on the move, and further to Romania. However, it is possible to turn to the north to liberate Belarus, and go to the rear of the central group. The idea as a whole is good, though there are drawbacks, the offensive in the Oryol direction is the most obvious and the Nazis will be waiting for it there. The fortifications will have to be broken into.
  . CHAPTER #3
  Here, of course, guns and Katyushas will come in handy. The latter system produces a strong, especially moral, effect. In any case, you need a lot of guns and "Katyushas" to throw shells at the enemy defenses. In general, the experience of the First World War showed that it was easier to defend than to attack, and if Kaiser Germany did not exhaust its forces with the spring offensive of 1918, the war could last for several more years. But the Second World War proved the advantage of offensive tactics over defensive ones. For example, the rapid defeat of Poland, and especially the striking mighty Western coalition of allies. The Nazis defeated the superior forces in a month and a half, simply bypassing the impregnable Maginot Line. Fighting in Africa, where at first the superior forces of Italy were beaten by a decisive blow from the British. And then Rommel defeated the much stronger British troops in a swift offensive. But of course, the most striking example of the USSR, in 1941, was the great catastrophe of the mighty army. And retaliatory offensive operations, knocking out German units. So the main thing is to hit ourselves without waiting for the pressure of new German tanks. A protracted war of attrition becomes almost futile, unless, of course, Soviet scientists create a miracle weapon! The latter is in principle possible, for example, she heard that it is theoretically possible to create a bomb capable of destroying a city. Moreover, such a bomb will weigh three to four tons. It looks like a fairy tale, but ... We were born to make a fairy tale come true.
  An even more attractive path is the laser weapon described in Engineer Garin's Hyperboloid. Such a thing is quite capable of destroying an entire army of tanks, planes, ships. Of course, if you create such a weapon, and not only the Third Reich, but also the traitors to the Pindos, the entire capitalist world will end. And the bright banner of communism will shine over the planet. But for some reason, such a weapon has not been created. Mirrors are not the best way to collect combustion energy into a single stream. Yes, and energy, in order to cut the ships you need a lot more. Although ... if it is concentrated to the fineness of a micron, then it is quite possible to cut both aircraft and battleships. A miracle weapon that will help save the USSR. And here is the laser effect, in a different form. Finally, the chain has given way and it is almost free, and the pieces of rope are lying around.
  Vedmakova said:
  - Patience and work, if with you, you are not a corpse!
  The girl got up, tapped her bare foot on the floor. No reaction. She knocked harder. In response, there was a swearing in Japanese and no reaction. Then Vedmakova sang in annoyance. And she sang at the top of her voice, like a prima donna at an anniversary party:
  The hordes of the Wehrmacht wildly rage,
  The roar of cannons and the sound of swords!
  Smoke rises up to a month
  Rays of distortion from heaven!
  
  In the ages of eternity, the fatherland will be famous,
  I will give my flesh for Russia!
  I love you Rus'-beauty,
  The Lord of all kings is with us!
  
  Oh, you curly groves of the country,
  The ringing of golden aspens rustles!
  Orthodox falcon brothers,
  God inspired the army to feats!
  
  On days cold or warm
  Maybe with a cloud it will bring haze!
  We are fascist pigs like brooms,
  To shake the filth off your face!
  
  Our party is right
  Fight for the Soviet people!
  We sing a brave song
  Thought like an eagle rushed up!
  
  Stalin is wise - the ideal of the ruler,
  We are led into a formidable mortal battle!
  The banner of the Motherland is the pestle of the winner,
  Ready to argue with Pallas-fate!
  
  The deeds of Lenin will be eternal,
  We will build holy communism!
  Believe the teaching of man,
  Fascism will crush into the abyss of darkness!
  
  The whole planet is like a free bird,
  Let's fly to the distant stars, to the worlds!
  Something bright and noble
  We will create as sculptors!
  
  And Russia under the red banner,
  Like heavenly Eden will bloom!
  The case of Lenin, the will of Stalin,
  Lead us forward to excellence!
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, as well as four legendary girls, got out of Tula and reached Moscow.
  Now the situation of the capital was the hardest. The Germans were already ending her encirclement, and there was a corridor, thirty or forty kilometers long, which became narrower and narrower every day.
  Six warriors took up defensive positions on the outskirts of Moscow. There was a fierce assault.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired and hummed to himself:
  - The future is ours!
  And the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot and continues:
  - And we will be great!
  Margarita Korshunova shoots and squeals:
  - And I will become the coolest of all!
  And with his bare foot he will throw a lethal grenade.
  And throws opponents in different directions.
  And then, already in battle, Natasha, who will mow down the Germans with a machine gun, and throw a gift of death with her bare foot.
  This is such a woman...
  In the forty-first year, Natasha flowed away from the Brest Fortress. Went east. New shoes quickly rubbed her feet, and the girl took them off and walked barefoot.
  There was nothing for a couple of hours, and then the bare soles began to itch. After a couple of hours, they were on fire and were already exploding with pain.
  Natasha, being a Muscovite, was not used to walking barefoot. And of course every now and then dipped into the stream.
  Yes, it turned out to be torture for her legs. But the young girl quickly got used to it.
  Then she constantly walked barefoot, even in the snow, and put on her shoes only in severe frost.
  Now Natasha fights like a legendary goddess.
  And here Zoya throws a grenade with her bare foot, and roars:
  - This is generally a super date!
  And will give a well-aimed turn.
  And the Germans and their mercenaries are falling.
  And then Angelica leads the fire ... And she also shoots so wildly accurately.
  And a grenade also rushes from her bare leg.
  And scatters mercenaries.
  Further, Svetlana is firing. And her bare foot throws out such that no one is able to resist.
  And scatters opponents very far.
  And it shoots itself, and crushes enemies with an explosive wave.
  These are the girls who were born in the USSR!
  Oleg Rybachenko conducts marks fire at enemy infantry, throws grenades automatically with children's feet. And at the same time the boy writes for himself.
  Vitali Klitschko, faced with a conflict with the new President of Ukraine Zelensky, decided to step down as mayor of Kyiv. In fact, why be stubborn and cling to the position. It's better to solve the problem yourself.
  And after leaving the post of mayor, Vitali Klitschko resumed his career. And immediately a sensation calls out to Weider. Without any intermediate fights! And this after more than eight years of hiatus.
  Weider, of course, agrees. Challenge accepted!
  And the moment of truth comes. On the one hand, the multiple world champion has never been beaten for more than twelve years. And on the other hand, the forty-nine-year-old former mayor of Kyiv. A man who can break Hopins' record, but whose fitness is highly questionable.
  In fact, many thought that after such a long break, going straight to Weider was suicide.
  But Vitali Klitschko is like Rocky Balboa. Decided to go up against the strongest heavyweight puncher. Denotay Wider is a boxer who has lost all his opponents. Absolutely everyone - including Tyson Fury!
  So what if Vitali Klitschko has a chance?
  But Vitali Klitschko constantly trained, kept in shape, went to work on a bicycle. And of course he was not so bad physically. And besides, he had a steel chin.
  Well, what will Vitali Klitschko accept the fight, even if he is not the favorite.
  Oleg Rybachenko changed the clip of the machine gun. Alleged fights with boxers are exciting.
  Indeed, why doesn't Vitali Klitschko return to the ring and try to beat Hopins' record?
  This would be a very strong idea.
  The terminator boy gave a turn, and mowed down a few dozen more fascists.
  Then the boy laughed and showed his tongue, saying:
  - I have a man that's super!
  Margarita threw two lemons tied together with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - You are cooler than any person!
  Oleg, continuing to shoot, reasoned ...
  Vitali Klitschko at forty-nine was really going to break Hopins' record. He even recalled at a press conference: "I said that I was not going to beat Foreman's record, but I did not say anything about Hopins! So I"ll take it and beat his record!"
  However, if a significant part of the public more or less believed that Hopins at forty-eight years old could win the title of world champion, but in Vitali Klitschko at forty-nine years old, there was much less faith. Including due to the fact that his opponent is already very strong.
  There has never been such a puncher in the history of heavyweight. True, Wyder is no longer young, but all thirty-five years is not forty-nine.
  Vitali Klitschko, however, clearly does not lose optimism. Train hard, get in shape. And I am very glad that I have thrown off the routine of the chair of the mayor of Kyiv.
  In fact, it is not a great happiness to be the mayor in Ukraine, where there are so many problems.
  But for the fight with Uyader, Vitali Klitschko was offered very good money. So, in any case, I did not lose with my wallet. The name Vitali Klitschko is famous.
  Evil tongues even said that Wyder would hit once, and Vitali Klitschko himself would lie down. And then he will receive money, and will write memoirs, or science fiction.
  Or maybe in a movie.
  By the way, Wladimir Klitschko also wanted to box. Only cunning Vladimir chose a weaker opponent from among the regular world champion. But anyway, whatever one may say, he is a champion and it's cool!
  But Denotay Wyder, whatever one may say, is still the best of the best!
  But Vitaly trains with a frenzy. He is like a young man giving himself the maximum load. And he had several sparring sessions, showing excellent shape and good endurance. No, Vitaly is ready. And not just like that, he enters the ring.
  And indeed, when the day of judgment came, and the greatest puncher Wyder, the best heavyweight in this respect, and Vitaly came together. The former mayor of Kyiv, whom everyone has already written off from his boxing career. But now two legendary personalities came together.
  Vitaly, who became world champion for the very first time back in 1999. Just think how long ago it was and more than twenty years have passed since this event.
  And Wyder has already held his title for a very long time. And also close to breaking, Holmes' record for holding the title the longest since the belts were split.
  And of course, if Weider is afraid of anyone, it is not Vitaly's grandfather. In fact, not everyone can be a Hawkins. And Hawkins' rivals are not as powerful as Weider!
  But Vitaly, as a contender, enters the ring. His body is still magnificent and muscular, although his hair is already grayish. Grandfather Vitaly, as he is called with respect, or with derision. But the relief of the muscles is like that of a young one.
  Vitaly said he was ready. And not even him, the rates have risen a little.
  Weider is also lean, chiseled, and thinner in bones, weighing less.
  Despite being a formidable puncher, he has some defensive issues and is not always good on his feet. But there is already a lot of fighting experience. By the number of fights, he has already caught up with Vitaly. And so far he has not been defeated.
  However, Vitali Klitschko lost his two fights only due to injuries and cuts. And you can also say it was not beaten.
  But more than eight years of hiatus, and almost fifty years of age. If Vitaly was young, of course, he would have had a chance. But can he beat Hopins' record? David Hay, already at thirty-five years old, became a zero boxer.
  But there is a lot of talk and only the ring will show. Will Vitali Klitschko beat Hopins' record, or will he be carried away on a stretcher, as Wyder promised.
  Here he comes out in a raven mask. Tall, very dry, even skinny like Koschei.
  A pair of boxers created serious problems for him in the ring. This is the Cuban Ostrix who led on points and beat the knockout, and Tyson Fury, who also led on points and managed to bring the fight to a draw. So the greatest puncher in the world could go bust.
  But the odds are almost one in ten in Wyder's favor. Nevertheless, Vitaly's age and a big break in his career are too great. Even his brother Vladimir advised to warm up with a couple of strong middle peasants. Indeed, in Germany, Vitali Klitschko could get more money in a duel with a mediocre boxer, purely due to his big name.
  After all, Vitaly is known all over the world not only as a boxer, but also as a politician, and the mayor of the capital, and the hero of the Maidan.
  No, in any case, Vitali Klitschko should have thought about whether it was worth the haste and shove against such a mountain.
  But the choice has been made: Vitali Klitschko is not looking for easy ways!
  The fight is in America. The anthems of the USA and Ukraine are played. Service lists are announced. And finally, the signal for battle sounds.
  Many want to see spectacle and blood.
  Weider started cautiously, although he may not be right. And suddenly Vitaly is rusty. Klitschko Sr. is also in no hurry. But you can immediately see that he is light on his feet, lean, muscular, and well balanced. In any case, what many expected: they say it will immediately float, did not happen.
  Confidently, Klitschko worked with a jab, kept a little higher than usual, put blocks.
  The first two rounds went smoothly. And then Wyder, as expected, picked up the pace a lot. He became more active in attacking and attacking. But Vitaly did not lose his head. Blocked the blow, met with a left jab. And suddenly, during a sharp octopus, he slammed his right hand on the body. Weider doubled over in pain.
  Vitaly held a deuce, and for the second time in his career, the world champion and the best puncher of all time was on the floor.
  Vitaly smiled... And the audience roared with delight. This was not expected from the old man Vitaly. Wow! And after all seems soon fifty years! And so still move and beat! It must be known!
  Weider got up, but began to back away. Vitaly slowly began to sting him with his jab. And again two. And hit again. The puncher backs away.
  With difficulty, but Wyder made it to the end of the round. Then, in the next one, Vitaly worked as the first number. But nothing, everything went according to plan. For several rounds, Wyder backed away and looked helpless. But in the ninth round it exploded again. And began to throw punches went forward. And again missed the deuce and fell. Second knockdown.
  Vitaly smiles. Goes forward. Weider is unsteady on his feet. He skips the deuce again, not finding an antidote. And from the next blow falls.
  He gets up with difficulty, and the referee stops the fight!
  Victory! Vitali Klitschko, now world champion! And again his belt! True, it is not absolute yet, but already on horseback!
  Broke Hopins' record, and of course for Foreman's heavyweights, became world champion for the fourth time, equaling Holyfield.
  Wyder, of course, yells that the fight was stopped too soon and demands a rematch.
  Vitaly says that the decision whether to continue his career or have a few more fights will be made later. But everyone tells him that he is very good, even better than in his youth, and that he needs to continue.
  Especially since there is nothing to do. There is another mayor in Kyiv, the elections to the Rada and the President are still far away, why not fight there?
  For the next three fights, Vitaly is offered as much as one hundred million dollars, plus another percentage of the broadcasts.
  Of course, the jackpot is big, and the former mayor of Kyiv says what he thinks.
  In fact, he showed that he was still capable of a lot. So why bury talent in the ground? And most importantly, there is nothing more to do anyway!
  Maybe try to combine all the belts? It would be so great!
  Vitaly accepts the offer and signs a contract for three more fights.
  And his next opponent... Well, of course Tyson Fury! Never beaten yet, big heavyweight. True, he was knocked down by Uydar and someone smaller. And most importantly, the offender of his younger brother. Well, how can you not fight with this?
  Of course, a new fight, and a fabulous fee, and a great spectacle.
  Oleg Rybachenko again shoots at the Germans and foreign fighters. In general, there are almost no Germans in the infantry. They are moving behind the E-50 and E-75 tanks. And they try not to take risks.
  Here, somewhere further away, the Panther-2 is visible. This tank, unlike the real story, appeared in the forty-third year. And the Panther itself was not too massive. Yes, and "Panther" -2, although a lot was produced, but in 1945, preparing for the war with the USSR, the Germans filled the factories with E-50 and E-75 tanks.
  Despite all the practicality of light self-propelled guns: E-10 and E-25, the Fuhrer preferred heavier tanks. With difficulty, Guderian persuaded to make the most massive high-speed E-50. The Fuhrer, on the other hand, loved the E-75 more, which turned out to be not very successful and weighed ninety tons.
  But now a modification of the E-75 M has appeared, with a lower silhouette, lighter and with a powerful engine. Perhaps it will become the most popular in the future.
  Oleg Rybachenko, for example, uses cunning tactics. Beret and with his bare foot throws a grenade at the E-50 caterpillar. Because of this, the tank turns and collides with its colleague.
  And the result - two mastodons are on fire.
  Oleg, as we can see, is very cunning.
  This is how he is now acting, and the Germans are suffering heavy losses. The boy's legs are nimble. It's good to be like him, barefoot and handsome.
  But in general, thoughts about boxers come into my head. For example, why shouldn't Denis Lebedev resume his career? Forty years is not that long. Moreover, the main competitors from heavy weight have left, and you can try to combine the belts.
  That's what you really shouldn't do, so it's to be a six with the authorities. It is better to engage in noble boxing yourself or go into opposition.
  That's the type of how Sergei Kovalev became the mayor of Moscow. Although this is just a fantasy.
  And Denis Lebedev could do something more constructive. Moreover, it is somehow too early to leave boxing still unbeaten. A real athlete must go all the way.
  Wladimir Klitschko could also return. But some, like Alexander Ustinov, have already been beaten three times in a row, do not retire!
  Indeed, heroes are not people, but straight out of steel!
  But let's imagine such an option, Putin crashed in a plane, and in Russia there are new presidential elections.
  And what do we see today? The communists have no strong candidates. Grudin was disgraced and trust in him was undermined. Zyuganov is too old and tired of everyone, and there is little charisma. Suraikin failed in the previous elections. Other little-known personalities. Zhirinovsky is also too old and tired of everyone. Others in the Liberal Democratic Party are little known. Who else can be recommended from the opposition? Andrei Navalny is strong, but he will not be allowed to run in the elections. Ksenia Sobchak is not a serious candidate. Demushkin was in prison and not too popular. He was in prison and Udaltsov, although maybe he could, was supported by the Communists and speak out.
  In short, there are no serious competitors in the opposition. So Medvedev, acting president is still the main favorite. And if there will be an intrigue: the second round or immediately in the first.
  Given the low rating of Medvedev, and most likely a large number of presidential candidates, the second round is quite possible.
  However, Medvedev will have a very large advantage in the first round, and not a very handsome opponent in the second.
  Although his Zelensky may appear at the very last moment and confuse all the cards!
  Oleg Rybachenko again threw a grenade, pushing the tanks of the Nazis. A lot of roar and shelling.
  And the earth now and then takes off, and burns right in the air. And overturn, melting, fragments.
  Oleg says:
  - Glory to our empire!
  Margarita, throwing a killer present with her bare foot, squeaked:
  -Great glory to the heroes!
  And again the girl with her bare heel will toss a lemon.
  Fascists are pouring in, oh, and pouring in.
  There is no way, even with a vacuum bomb you can"t stop and win! Such cool warriors here, just horror!
  Oleg roars:
  - Our victory in the holy war!
  Margaret confirmed:
  - With a guarantee of one hundred percent!
  And again the girl threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  No, these kids are clearly not going to give up just like that.
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  Margarita actively fired a burst and confirmed:
  - Banzai!
  Oleg, meanwhile, tried to compose further. Well, here is Vitaly conducting a voluntary defense against Tyson Fury. Meanwhile, Wladimir has an equally interesting fight with Ruiz.
  In fact, Ruiz was world champion in three versions. There, why can't Vladimir fight him for a lot of money? All the more convenient opponent - much shorter, and fat. Vladimir can shoot him with long jabs.
  It"s a pity that Klitschko Jr. missed a fight with him while he was world champion. And you should have moved.
  And how did you not think of this, Vladimir?
  And the world champion in three versions is now Usyk. Quickly got, however, to the throne.
  And a unification fight with Vitaly is possible. But these are just speculations so far.
  Vitali needs to beat Tyson Fury, and the rematch with Weider is of interest. And there are many other interesting fighters. The same Anthony Joshua. It would also be extremely interesting to fight with him. And avenge my brother too.
  Vitaly created a sensation by defeating Weider. And that same can be develop success.
  Why not become the first boxer in the world to win a championship fight after fifty years? This has never been done before!
  Hey Vitaly! It doesn"t matter what kind of mayor of Kyiv you were, but now you have already been recognized without any doubt as a great world champion!
  But here is the first, voluntary defense of the title. Against Vitaly, a larger and longer-armed opponent. Not such a formidable puncher as Wyder, but technical, and dexterous, with long arms. And also not yet broken, although it was dropped.
  Most importantly, he defeated the still quite young Wladimir Klitschko, which undoubtedly makes Tyson Fury a formidable competitor.
  The odds went about fifty-fifty. Of course, the knockout victory over Wyder was impressive. But now it will not be a grunt against him, but a skilled fighter, whom no one has yet been able to outbox. And most importantly, the winner of Vladimir himself in the dawn of his strength.
  Will Vitaly be able to cope with such a techie at the age of fifty. This is a duel of intellects. That Wyder clearly underestimated Vitali and tried to take it unceremoniously. And here it doesn't work like that anymore.
  Here are both boxers getting ready. Vitaly, as always, is serious and focused. He is confident and calm.
  Tyson Fury is getting ready too. He is taller than Vitaly, has longer arms and will try to use it.
  But now the fight will take place in Britain, and paid broadcast.
  Tyson Fury is now out first. He demonstrates outward confidence. Bald, awkward, and not very athletic. If Vitali Klitschko's hair is tinted, then you won't understand which of them is older, although the difference is seventeen years in age. This is not yet a record for championship fights, but it is already approaching the record.
  Well, maybe Vitali will also fight someone younger than Tyson Fury.
  Here Vitaly comes out to formidable music. They look at each other.
  Tyson slouches and doesn't look taller. In the shoulders of Vitaly, perhaps, and wider. And most importantly, his figure is much more beautiful, and his muscles are embossed.
  Well, what do the hymns sound like? First British and then Ukrainian.
  Then an exchange of glances.
  And now the horn sounds, the first round.
  Vitaly throws a light jab, moves well. Tyson tries to leave. But Vitali is very agile, and his punches move in a clumsy trajectory, reaching the head of Tyson Fury.
  Everything is going as predicted by the experts. Vitaly has excellent speed.
  And everything succeeds.
  He wins the first round... Then a minute of rest and the second round. Again, Fury doesn't change tactics. He apparently hopes that Vitaly will get tired.
  . CHAPTER #4
  And again, Klitschko Sr. has a slight advantage. The brothers dominate the ring.
  Wladimir won Ruiz Jr. a week ago by technical knockout.
  Well, the fight continues.
  The third round is again under the dictation of Vitaly. But in the fourth round, Tyson Fury suddenly explodes. Rushing forward ... And hits a deuce. And falls into a knockdown.
  What did he want? Vitali is on the alert.
  Somehow Tyson defended this round to the end. Then the one-sided battle with Vitaly's dominance started again. Moreover, the world champion Klitschko Sr. was clearly not in a hurry.
  And now, after eight rounds, Tyson Fury suddenly withdraws. And the victory is declared by technical knockout, due to the refusal to continue the fight.
  Thus, Vitali Klitschko sets a new record: the first fighter in the history of boxing to defend the world title at the age of fifty. And beats another achievement of Hopins.
  What now he really really Vitaly has become a superman. And he avenged his brother.
  But the next fight is a rematch with Wyder. They promise very high fees. That you can have a duel with him, and then go out to Joshua.
  And then you can already think about a unification fight with Usyk. In general, Vitali Klitschko, in principle, would like to become the absolute world champion. And this desire is very strong.
  Oleg Rybachenko grins at his thoughts. Yes, this is possible. The boy mows down a whole line of fascists and says:
  - People remember you Klitschko! People appreciate you Klitschko! People want you Klitschko! Come back soon Klitschko!
  The genius boy laughed at his perky song and again how to launch the most lethal of all grenades. And three tanks of the Nazis collide.
  Despite the heroic resistance of the Soviet troops, the Nazis were still able to take and cut the corridor connecting Moscow with other parts of the USSR.
  Thus, the capital of Russia is in complete blockade. In the same way as Leningrad is blocked.
  Stalingrad is still resisting. The Germans are also storming the cities of Grozny and Ordzhonikidze in the Caucasus. The situation is critical. Especially when Moscow became completely surrounded.
  It has many troops, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the militia. But in battles, shells and cartridges are consumed very quickly. Might run out of ammo. And then the capital will fall. And there are not so many food supplies. This too will be over soon.
  And without Moscow, it will be another war. And Stalin understands this.
  Now he is in Kuibyshev. But after the Nazis broke through to the Volga, then it was not far from the front line.
  And plus the samurai are also pressed. And they bomb, and they climb with innumerable infantry. Maybe not enough strength.
  Stalin understands this, and is trying to negotiate a separate peace with Japan behind the scenes. Like, they are even ready to give up the Far East and pay indemnity in gold.
  But Hirohito said: we need all of Siberia, all the way to the Urals. Alas, it is impossible to yield so much.
  Vladivostok is already almost surrounded. And in general, everything is very dumb ...
  But some heroine girls fight and do not give in to the fascists and Japanese militarists.
  The armored, prison car in which the singing Vedmakova was traveling stopped, the creak of the opening door was heard. Two Japanese, one big and fat, the other small and thin, leaned out of the light that blinded Anastasia for a moment. Then the girl, without hesitation, thrust one with a swing of her shin at the temple, the other with her fist wrapped in a chain in the jaw. The vaunted warriors of the Land of the Rising Sun ridiculously fell into a knockout.
  Vedmakova even sang:
  - I call the man the twelfth round! After all, I am a super woman and full of Atass, and I send the enemy into a deep knockout, demonstrating unrestrained class in battle!
  The girl picked up a Japanese machine gun copied from the Schmeister and, clicking the shutter, rushed to the cockpit. Three more Japanese jumped out about there, Vedmakova sent a burst at them, aiming at their heads and grinning ferociously.
  - What did the club-headed fiends get!
  The armored personnel carrier was captured by a naked warrior lady. Witcher barked:
  Hovered over unfortunate Russia,
  Infernal monsters seething darkness!
  The occupier has his ax rainy,
  Sharpen and chop off your head!
  A communist in battle in hell is not a pawn,
  We do not always walk on the yoke!
  Turn the Third Reich into firebrands,
  Well, honesty will mark good!
  Despite the fact that she was disgusted, Vedmakova put on the Japanese military uniform taken from the dead. How unpleasant it was, these soldiers had not washed for a long time and it stank terribly. The girl-pilot howled:
  - It is necessary to oskotinitsya to such an extent! Asian though!
  The armored personnel carrier, however, easily wound up and set off in a northerly direction. The vehicle had two 12-millimeter machine guns, so that on occasion it was possible to beat off an infantry attack. Another thing is that 20-millimeter armor could not withstand the caliber of 37-millimeter Japanese "guns". Vedmakova thought: how did the coming of the communists to power change Russia. If in tsarist times, the Japanese army was significantly superior to the Russian in technical terms, now, on the contrary, it is lagging behind. Although it cannot be said that science is not encouraged in the country of the Rising Sun. Compulsory secondary education was introduced at the end of the nineteenth century. True, the quality of education in Japan was not high. They copied it from the Prussian school, which was pedantic to the extreme, and slightly simplified it, so that one teacher let through as many students as possible, since there were not enough educated people. In general, the Japanese imitated the Europeans, for example, the British in the appearance of khaki uniforms, the Germans in the formation and military regulations, the Americans in the uniform and type of the navy, and the system of financial institutions. True, they also had their own, for example, the Bushido code, the famous Shimosa explosives (although it was hardly better than the European one). Until the middle of the nineteenth century, Japan was a backward medieval country that did not even have railways, but was armed with cannons with cannonballs. It was even more archaic than Turkey or Iran, and even more so Tsarist Russia. Oddly enough, but it was America that helped the country of the Rising Sun to reach the people and literally forcing them to join the civilized world. The modern steam cruiser with explosive shells made a strong impression on backward Japan. Especially when he sank several sailboats, showing the complete helplessness of cannons with cannonballs.
  Perhaps the Americans will regret more than once that they forced Japan to open up to the world. That they raised a competitor in Asia, but then it was hard to believe that in a few decades the Land of the Rising Sun would go the way that the West had taken centuries.
  Vedmakova rode along the highway, letting forward trucks with reinforcements, as well as vehicles, and reasoned. Even under Alexander II, or rather even under Nicholas I, the tsarist government hatched plans for China to join Russia. But Nikolai chose the Turkish direction as an object of expansion. In principle, it was more convenient. But Russia-hating Britain and France under its influence stood up for the Ottomans. For the first time in a quarter of a millennium (since the 1612 goal), Russia lost a large-scale war (individual battles, of course, do not count, you mean that for almost a quarter of a millennium Russia did not lose wars in general, by the way, it was under Nicholas the first that it reached its maximum, in terms of size). There were several reasons, most importantly the superiority of the Western powers in the technological equipment of the troops. After Nikolai the first committed suicide, the throne was taken by Alexander II: perhaps the most educated and erudite tsar in the entire history of Russia. He launched large-scale reforms, noted serfdom, under him began the rapid growth of industry, the construction of railways and power plants! But at the same time, the abolition of serfdom took place at the expense of the peasants, there were many ruins, riots broke out, especially mass ones in Poland. Alexander managed to move Russia forward, but did not solve the fundamental problems, and even sold Alaska to America for a penny, and gave away the Hawaiian Islands for free. True, he managed to defeat Turkey, but the Ottoman Empire was by this time very weak and it was shaken by uprisings. Yes, Russia's losses in this war were disproportionately large, proving that the Russian army is still far from perfect, despite the reform. However, even under Suvorov, everything was not so clear-cut as it is written about in books. Victories were given at a considerable cost, and Catherine the Second, for example, during the second Russian-Turkish war, limited herself to relatively modest territorial acquisitions, refusing even claims to Moldova. Although these lands were inhabited by Orthodox Slavs, and at one time were part of Kievan Rus. In general, after the liberation of Russia from the Mongol-Tatar yoke, a course was taken to return all the original Slavic lands. It took several centuries, for example, Galicia was returned only in 1939, after liberation from the Polish yoke. And the city of Przemysl with the adjacent lands remained with the Hungarians and Slovaks.
  Vedmakova looked at the highway: there were not so many different cars, here the Japanese infantrymen were marching. The population of Japan is about one hundred million, even more than in Germany, pre-conscription training takes up half of the classes at school. The war with the USSR is a godsend for them, unlike the fight with the USA. You can stamp, more and more new divisions.
  There is a great temptation to give a burst of two of your rapid-fire machine guns, since this can be done by controlling them with a hydraulic drive from the cab. But the truth is that then she herself will have little chance to get out of here. No, it's still better to do it closer to the front line or at night. Yes, it seems to be already evening... Then the wolves will be fed and the sheep are safe. But no, she's not a sheep.
  So what about Japan? The first war of 1904-1905 was lost, and Russia lost more than two hundred and fifty thousand soldiers and officers alone as prisoners. Although the tsarist army had a numerical superiority. Japan, on the other hand, lost less than two thousand prisoners; a bonus of one hundred gold rubles was even established for each captured yellow-faced soldier, and a thousand officers. This page of history is very unpleasant for Russia. What is most annoying inside the country, many wished victory for the Japanese. For example, students at Moscow University sent congratulations to the mikado on the fall of Port Arthur. And how much was plundered: you can"t list!
  Vedmakova slowed down the gas so as not to run into another marching column. The girl cursed:
  - Well, they are like locusts! Sneaky creatures!
  The ear already distinguished the roar of the cannonade, the front line was approaching. The pilot growled, and then sang:
  Russian warrior does not groan in pain,
  Russian warrior destroys the Japanese!
  And we have utter grief,
  The entire bent shield shuddered!
  The girl fell silent again. In that war, the US and Britain helped Japan with money and weapons, but there was no front in the west. Indeed, the country of the Rising Sun expected that Germany would seize the moment and attack Russia. In principle, it was real, and beneficial to Germany. Allied Austria-Hungary, which clashed with interests in the Balkans, could also oppose Russia. Turkey, historically offended by Russia, and even being under the financial control of Germany, could also enter the war. Italy's entry into the war, which was part of the Triple Alliance and could lay claim to the rich Ukrainian lands, is not ruled out. In any case, tsarist Russia would be bad. Even if she lost in alliance with the Entente, then a war on two fronts would have ended in disaster. The chances of France joining the battle are slim, since at that time Britain was against Russia. In general, of course, this is a big miscalculation of the Kaiser, who missed such a chance. It is possible that even after the outbreak of the First World War, the main strategic miscalculation was the Fritz offensive against Belgium and France. Perhaps if they had begun an invasion of Russia with all their might, the situation with Poland in 1939 would have repeated. Fortunately, the Germans turned out to be overconfident, choosing a war on two fronts.
  The Witcher, unlike many compatriots, was lucky: she managed to read Mine Kaif, and even in the original. Of course, Hitler was right when he said that one had to either be together with Britain against Russia, or together with Russia against Britain. And quite logically, the future Fuhrer criticized those who tried to pull out into the light, the corpse of Bismarck.
  Hitler indeed rejected any possibility of any alliance with Russia, especially when the Bolsheviks came to power in it and believed that the Russian lands should become German colonies.
  This means that he was unequivocally an enemy of Russia, and any treaty for the Fuhrer was a mere piece of paper. Moreover, Stalin is an idiot that he missed such a strong blow to the open chin, although he had to prepare to repel the blow and put the troops on alert. Or even better, put it in yourself! The German army was also not ready for the offensive impulse of the Soviet army. It would have been very difficult for them, we could simply surround and destroy German troops in boilers. And what is this war! And so the initiative passed to the Wehrmacht. And the front flowed from west to east. It is not clear what Stalin was counting on? And Beria is a son of a bitch. She knows his bald man well. Well, why didn't he warn Stalin. Why not persuaded to take action? How did it happen? After all, the People's Commissar is a cunning person and did not trust anyone! After all, there really were serious intelligence data, the troops of the Third Reich were being pulled up to the border, and every second grandmother prophesied war. In general, there was a feeling that something implacable, terrible was coming!
  And only Stalin and his entourage beat the buckets, as if deliberately wanting to lose and kill millions of people. And in general, the mustachioed Georgian is not such a genius ... He did not manage to finish the seminary, and, as Beria admitted to her, he often drinks. And as the war began, it buzzed in general ... And now the whole world is up in arms against Russia! And here, of course, the inflexible policy of Stalin is to blame. In particular, despite the fact that the front was suffocating from a lack of supplies, thousands of trains were recalled to deport Chechens to Kazakhstan. And this was done during the war, when every wagon counts! Because of this, by the way, Mainstein managed, despite the significant numerical superiority of the Soviet army, to carry out a counterattack to defeat the Red troops. Due to the lack of echelons, reinforcements were not deployed in time, the supply of Soviet troops was disrupted, and as a result, the offensive fizzled out. And if our troops were now in Kyiv, and maybe in Romania, Britain and the United States might not dare to betray the USSR!
  Besides, who almost killed Hitler? Thus pushing the Third Reich to a new aggression?! Most likely, it was an operation led by Beria... After all, at one time he figured out how to finish off Trotsky. Then, however, this was due to the need to avoid a split in the International. Now this has led to the opposite effect, the enemies of Russia have united. And historical enemies! Her Vedmakov, I must say, was very surprised that Churchill made a sensational speech on June 24 announcing support for the USSR. It is strange that a sheep came for an alliance with a wolf, if, of course, the British lion can be compared with a sheep. Stalin, however, is a typical wolf! Now everything is back to normal, capitalists-democrats and capitalists-fascists together! But the communists are united and honest, without compromise with conscience! Maybe this is what Stalin wanted? In any case, the forces of the enemies multiplied, and in the east, Japan showed its mouth. But, in general, the course of the leadership of the countries of the Rising Sun is logical: it is necessary to shut the throat of the military with dissatisfied huge territorial concessions and actual surrender, they promised new battles and lands. If the United States had not imposed sanctions on July 24, or rather a blockade against Japan, then perhaps the samurai would have hit the USSR, even in August without waiting for winter! The Japanese are a brave people and they would hardly be stopped by the memory of Khalkhin Gol, where, by the way, secondary troops fought, including the puppets of the Manchurian imperial government!
  And this could jeopardize the fall of Moscow ... Although, probably, Stalin would have preferred to give all of Siberia to the surrender of Moscow. I would simply leave cover there, hoping that the harsh taiga winter would not give the Japanese the opportunity to advance too far and connect with the Germans in the Urals or the Volga region.
  And then, of course, there would be problems ... Hitler failed near Moscow and made a miscalculation by declaring war on the United States, without obliging Japan to reciprocate against the USSR. Hitler was not distinguished by logic at all, by his bestial anti-Semitism, setting against himself the main financial elite and even the Vatican. True, this increased his popularity among the Arabs, but they did not provide significant assistance to Rommel's corps.
  The armored car drove up to the former Soviet border. There has already been some destruction. Here is the border post still sticking out.
  And Japanese infantry, as well as several light tankettes with 20mm automatic cannons and two machine guns each. Against the Chinese infantry, this may be a good weapon, but against the T-34 ... True, there are few such tanks in the Far East, the main forces are pinned down in the west. In addition, a couple more armored vehicles and mortars are visible, transported on open-top vehicles. I must say that good mortars, despite the small caliber ...
  Vedmakova hesitated: what to do? There are a lot of Japanese, and apparently you need to turn off onto a country road. Or maybe still give a queue for the narrow-eyed?
  It is already getting dark, the clouds have covered the sky, the rain is coming. Of course, you can take a chance, especially since this is how the Japanese crowded, the infantry stands, assembled in dense ranks. Yes, there is a whole regiment of them, yellow-faced soldiers, rather nasty, and it"s not a pity to kill them.
  Vedmakova crossed herself, muttering:
  - God forbid put more samurai!
  Two large-caliber - 12 millimeter machine guns lashed out at the narrow-eyed creatures. The massacre began. The girl even sang:
  We will fight the enemy to the end
  The exploits of the soldiers - do not count the number!
  Russians have always been able to fight,
  Don't give up when trouble comes!
  12 - millimeters is a large and sharp cartridge, it pierces through the body, and sometimes several Japanese at a time. Vedmakova controlled the weapon with the help of hydraulic actuators, which the Japanese borrowed from aviation. In the first seconds, the fighters of the Rising Sun Empire did not even understand what was happening and where the attack came from. They simply fell, releasing trickles of blood from their stomachs and chests. So unexpected was the coming of death in this seemingly serene world. Although no, the last statement is more like a mockery.
  Vedmakova managed to mow down several lines before the enemy reacted and began to scatter. The pilot continued firing while moving the armored car in such a way as not to fall under the fire of tankettes. Nevertheless, an aircraft cannon can pierce even such armor. However, this still depends on the initial velocity of the projectile, on tankettes it is still greater than on fighter guns.
  While the pilot was lucky, the Japanese did not immediately figure out who was sending them death, especially since the spring rain dripped, as a result of which the flashes became difficult to distinguish. Probably the samurai thought that they were being attacked by a Russian detachment that had broken through to the rear, so the tankettes opened fire on the bushes. Vedmakova, crushed the Japanese and sang:
  From the far reaches of the ocean
  Where the arch shuddered heaven!
  The Sultan's hordes are sweeping,
  As if the Antichrist has risen!
  
  War is merciless, evil,
  Like a kite descended on Rus'!
  My earth is gray in wounds,
  Save my mother, I pray to God!
  
  How cruel the world is, what a horror
  The child fell and was torn to pieces!
  They gave birth, pushing him with pain,
  So the evil Thunderer decided!
  
  Here God does not know the measure in anger,
  He brought down on the human race of misfortune!
  And every living suffers
  Only sorrow counts victory!
  
  Russia is covered with blood,
  How cruel are you God!
  Where did your mission go?
  Surely Christ is the third, superfluous!
  
  Why are you Hell and Eve
  Exiled for the offense of their paradise!
  The time has come for the cannibal,
  With a raid more abruptly Mamai!
  
  The girls shed tears,
  The Germans killed the parents!
  She is barefoot, and frosts,
  Harsh, all the rivers are frozen!
  
  Nobody pities us people
  Now midges, then snakes sting us!
  Sometimes the idea comes up
  What a cup of suffering to the brim!
  
  Hope in vain for God
  He certainly doesn't hurt!
  And it's better to live poorly and poorly,
  But we said - that's enough!
  
  We have the banners of communism,
  And that means without reference to the uncle!
  Tolerate no urine of fascism,
  Our ethics is simple: to hell with it!
  
  Hope for hands in corns,
  On the mind that is in the head!
  Will leads us to accomplishments,
  Skill, enthusiasm in the fist!
  
  And so, measuring steps,
  To freedom and happiness your way!
  We will become red gods
  No one can bend us!
  Vedmakova sang and scribbled from machine guns, shoot those who had already managed to scatter and lie down narrow-eyed. But then her luck changed, and several Japanese officers apparently figured out what was the matter and threw several grenades at the armored car. Vedmakova felt a shudder in her hull. However, the Japanese grenades were fragmentation grenades and did not penetrate the armor, apparently designed to hold machine-gun bursts of caliber up to 14 millimeters.
  Witcher chuckled.
  - And here is a stubborn battle stray fool-bullet! Corroded, suddenly wiser and hit the target more often!
  In an armored personnel carrier, machine guns are fed by belt. This gives a large supply of bullets, in addition, water cooling is supplied, which allows you to increase the duration of the shooting. Therefore, the warrior without ceremony cut off the Japanese throwing grenades at her. But the rest of the fighters seem to have noticed. Grenades flew again. A roar was heard. It seems that one of the grenades turned out to be heavy, about a kilogram in weight and anti-tank. The Japanese were already supplied with similar blanks. Weak against Chevrons and T-34s, but you can break through an armored car! Through the pierced side, dust was showered on Vedmakova. The girl cursed:
  - Yes, Japan is small, but it causes big trouble!
  The armored car stopped moving, and a pair of fragmentation grenades flew inward, where they exploded.
  Splinters caught Vedmakov, ripping open his uniform. To top it off, a broken gas tank caught fire. The girl cursed again.
  - Not a car - General! I would give you shit!
  I had to mow down a couple of dozen more to jump out of the cab. The girl did this unnoticed by the Japanese soldiers and crawled. For himself, he did not worry about her uniform of the army of the country of the Rising Sun. And in the dark and in the rain, the face is not too distinguishable. Now you need to get off the highway and dissolve into the bush.
  The girl crawled fast enough and at the same time ran into corpses a couple of times. Pretty murmured:
  - Not bad, I gave a light to the samurai! Now all you have to do is save yourself!
  The warrior dived into the bushes and, rising, began to walk. Jester with them, maybe they won't get. In fact, she fought decently and thought that her feat: most likely they would not believe it, otherwise, who knows, they would have given another star of the hero!
  In general, a strange thing is war, here you are killing people and this is not easy normal, but valor. As the Bible says, Thou shalt not kill! Nevertheless, God commanded not just to kill, but in general to exterminate the Amalekites and their wives, and children, and even livestock! Although even during the war, the extermination of the civilian population is considered immoral and vile deed.
  However, the Western allies bombed not only and not so much military facilities as the civilian population. This was partly due to the low accuracy of high-altitude bombers, which made it difficult to defeat purely military targets, but the main thing was revenge. Japan also got a light from the US. And they had nothing to answer! They just didn't have planes long enough to take out the Yankees!
  Apparently, the Americans considered revenge for Peru Harbor sufficient, or rather, the highest financial elite decided to act pragmatically, at the same time, and put an end to Mao's Red Army. Japan left Manchuria as a springboard for the war against the USSR, and was given a free hand against Mongolia, and the rest was the work of Chiang Kai-shek! Then it will be possible to rake up the whole of China under itself. And let the country of the Rising Sun bleed in the war with the USSR. The most interesting thing here, probably, is that the Japanese are counting, having defeated Russia, to again get even with America using the help of Germany and the United States, they are thinking of wresting Siberia and other lands from exhausted Japan.
  Each side thinks that it was done very cleverly, especially since America and Britain gained control of vast territories without firing a shot. Otherwise, they would have had to recapture them for a long and tedious time, which would take at least several years, because these are still islands!
  Vedmakova walked, hoping to cross the front line. It is quite possible to slip into the gap and cling to your own. And maybe even take one of the samurai prisoner. Well, it's near the most advanced positions of the Soviet army. Otherwise, it will be hard to carry.
  . CHAPTER #5
  So for the World Oligarchy: Germany and Europe under the USSR, this is considered a lost zone of influence, and even a threat to the strengthened communist empire and the further expansion of Bolshevism. And Russia under Germany is the expansion of its spheres of influence and the possibility of sucking all the juices from rich lands. But that's really what the French oligarchs lost when they lost to Germany: they had to share a little with Hitler, but they retained most of the wealth, and it even became easier to exploit the workers - the Germans crushed the trade unions. What have the oligarchs lost in the Baltics? Count all the capital, and who did not have time to escape, then freedom or life! An amazing example! So there is nothing surprising in this! And if Hitler had not been such an ardent anti-Semite, no one would have helped the USSR!
  It must be said that one of the reasons why France broke down relatively easily was the significantly lower percentage of Jews in both the general population and the financial elite. In Poland, Britain, the USA: it was quite the opposite. Especially in the USA, which, by the way, explains why the Yankees, despite the fact that not a single bomb fell on America, were even more cruel towards the population of Germany than the British!
  Vishu, became a puppet under the Wehrmacht, and the Germans rode through Paris, playing harmonicas. Hitler began to prepare an invasion of England, not bothering to transfer the economy to a military footing and use the resources of conquered Europe. It cost him dearly, as well as the lack of desire to negotiate with the Angles, with the rejection of anti-Semitism. The latter, perhaps, would allow the Fuhrer to unleash all his forces for the war against the USSR, and attack back in May. True, the peace with Britain could push Stalin to the announcement of mobilization. It would become a signal that, they say, the enemy is already at the threshold.
  Or not to become, and then perhaps it would affect the position of the United States in relation to Japan. They would not provoke the Land of the Rising Sun, and the mighty empire could open a second front! What happened now. Only in an even worse situation, when the army of the USSR is almost defeated, the production of weapons has not yet been established, and they have not yet learned to fight!
  Now is not the forty-first year - the Soviet troops have gained combat experience, learned to fight and win! So now they are not afraid of heavy tanks and aircraft with seven firing points, on one machine!
  A lone Japanese man stands near a tree. So an ordinary yellow dummy.
  Vedmakova jumped up behind him. She jerked her head up, and then twisted ... When you sharply pull the "bowler" of the enemy up, the neck muscles can no longer provide effective resistance and the "head" easily folds!
  Well, what is one less samurai! Vedmakova looks cheerful and contented, she even bares her teeth:
  Japan will never conquer us! Because there is a fighter like me!
  Indeed, in the entire history of Rus', only the Mongol-Tatars were able to conquer! Why this happened and why the great Slavic nation turned out to be helpless, this is of course a mystery not for one generation!
  The main reason is feudal fragmentation, when everyone took a piece of land for himself: he started chickens and sat in it, guarding his inheritance: out of work!
  Vedmakova felt that the tight and uncomfortable Japanese boots rubbed her legs. The pilot decided that in this case it makes no sense to endure the torment. She just threw off the blunt, constricting and pressing "pads" on her fingers. I felt the night coolness of my native land with my bare feet and felt much more cheerful! She added a step, and even began to bounce a little!
  The fact that the Russians were divided was the greatest tragedy of the Slavs. In the west they were subjugated by Lithuania and Poland, and in the east by the cruel Tatars. The yoke, however, did not last forever: Moscow, before that, a small town began to grow and even turned into a kind of small empire. Ivan Kalita became the collector of Russian lands. He was the first and not the most successful, but most importantly the first! And how does it sound in the Bolshevik song: it is better to be dead - than the second!
  Stalin is not Russian, this is his main drawback! Hence the distrust of the titular nation, and massive unjustified repressions! Here, give the horns to the pig, and the kingdom to the chock!
  Chuchmek on the throne and Rus' in the paddock!
  For example, both Tukhachevsky and Yegorov were quite capable marshals, which, by the way, can be said about the rest of the repressed commanders! Not to be compared with a mustachioed monkey! That's why we got stuck!
  However, how did it really happen that Stalin managed to become a sovereign ruler? An illiterate Georgian was made a God!
  The Russian people must be ruled by the Russian Tsar! The Romanovs, by the way, had almost no Russian blood, and perhaps that is why they degenerated!
  Japan also had a peculiar form of government, where the shogun was essentially higher than the emperor, and therefore there were some advantages, since it is less likely to ruin the empire because of a fool's heir. For centuries, the Japanese did not wage a war of conquest, but actively squabbled with each other. This had some influence on the mentality of this nation. But in the twentieth century, the Land of the Rising Sun conquered more land than Alexander the Great! Now it's Russia's turn. Only now is not tsarist times, the great communist party rules, and the most advanced and perfect economic and political system in the world!
  Vedmakova, however, suddenly shook her head. In the political system, and in the way of government, not everything is right either! For example, the people do not elect the head of state as a result of an alternative expression of will, but it happens ... I must say that neither the law nor the constitution provided for the creation of a headquarters and its empowerment with emergency powers. And about the abilities of the half-educated seminarian, she personally had big doubts! As well as Beria: a cunning, but poorly educated person with an extremely narrow outlook and erudition!
  But now the front line is even closer ahead, flashes are visible, and the roar has become even stronger. It's time to find the language and .... Vedmakova noticed a detachment of crawling Japanese. Now you need to carefully, sit on their tail. Approximately in the same style as she attacked the Yu-188, a very fast bomber, which is not even easy to catch up on the swift MiG. Logs, by the way, in general, are not particularly maneuverable and in this respect are no better than the Focken-Wulfs! Well, here are the samurai approaching the trench, they look like battering rams crawling up to an oil puddle. There are a lot of Japanese, here you need to act carefully ... Here is the captain of the army of the country of the Rising Sun, the muzzle is like that of a marmot. Something screams, vigorously brandishing his fists and dagger.
  Vedmakova, patiently waiting for the samurai to attack, hit him on the back of the head with a rifle butt. However, he calculated the blow in such a way that the "jap" did not immediately ditch. And then she fired a burst from a submachine gun at the Japanese who were running to attack! yelled:
  - Cunning in war is like a sail on a ship, but it only inflates, not her!
  Boy Oleg and girl Margarita fight in Stalingrad. They will stand in this city like titans.
  Oleg Rybachenko look twelve years old. And the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  He tosses the fascists and says:
  - Glory to the great Motherland!
  Margarita also gives a well-aimed turn. Mows down the Nazis and sings:
  - Glory to Stalin and the sun of communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko fires and adds:
  - Glory to heroes!
  The girl shoots, mows down the Nazis. He throws a grenade with his bare foot and squeaks:
  - And glory to the Motherland for centuries!
  Thus, the boy and the girl really broke up in earnest. They shoot at the Nazis and throw grenades.
  The boy's bare foot throws a killer present. The boy with wild fury says:
  - We torment everyone!
  Margarita, shooting, and mowing down the enemy, squeaks:
  - And there will be hay of the devil!
  And the girl throws a gift of death with her bare foot. Such is the warrior, capable of actually mow down entire troops.
  A boy and a girl fight in Stalingrad. They are true heroes. And knights full of bold spirit.
  What did Hitler think that the Russians had learned nothing after the 1941 disaster?
  And fuck you! The Red Army is ready to confront the monsters from the "E" series, let them carry on: E-75 tons for ninety, and E-100 tons for one hundred and forty. From the taiga to the British Seas, the Red Army is the strongest of all.
  The boy and girl are fighting, so that the Nazis get from them like glass from a sledgehammer.
  Children are immortal and fear nothing. What are these fascists for them? The next rabbits on the seed!
  Oleg Rybachenko sang with a roar:
  - Eh, Hitler, eh Hitler, you goat Hitler,
  Why did you climb into Russia ass...
  You will receive from us specifically in a penny -
  You will run into a strong boy's fist!
  And then a muscular kid throws a grenade with his bare foot. And two German tanks E-50 and E-75 collide head-on and explode.
  Oleg Rybachenko says with delight:
  - I'm a young super class fighter!
  And again the boy gives the turn.
  And then the girl shoots. She hits accurately and hits hard. And while he sings:
  - I will crush all the fascists, and I will lose fat to Adolf!
  And again the girl is in full excitement of extermination. Everyone shoots and shoots.
  And a grenade flies from a bare foot again. She defeats the fascists. Throws like skittles from hitting the ball.
  Margaret sings:
  - A strong blow is exceptionally well-aimed,
  The coolest Povetkin flies into the ring!
  Oleg Rybachenko, firing, readily confirmed:
  - A worthy Povetkin copy, and does not run from strong opponents!
  After that, the boy again throws a grenade with his bare foot, and smashes the Nazis like cobblestone bottles.
  And how cleverly tack, the Nazis collide. What did they want? It was not necessary to climb on the USSR.
  Only Oleg Rybachenko is annoyed. The United States has already unleashed the Germans, and Russia should take the rap for them.
  The boy, again throwing a grenade with his bare foot, sang:
  - Don't play the fool America,
  Give us Alaska now...
  This is our land on two shores -
  It is not in vain that the bear is a fierce beast!
  And Oleg Rybachenko again gave the turn ... He mowed down the Nazis. And again, the boy's bare toes squeeze the grenade and hurl it at the enemy. They scatter it in different directions.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Margarita again threw a grenade with her bare foot, and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  The boy corrected the girl:
  - Stalin rules here, not Nicholas II!
  Margarita readily agreed:
  Yes, Stalin! Who made peace with the cannibal!
  And the girl again threw a killer gift with her bare foot.
  Oleg Rybachenko logically remarked:
  - The USSR needs a breather! Although the Third Reich took advantage of it better!
  And the children began to shoot again ...
  The Germans near Stalingrad and in Stalingrad itself got a terrible hell.
  But really, what you come with is what you leave with.
  Or rather, they die. The fight is so bloody and holy right.
  Oleg Rybachenko really thinks during the battle that people are too naive at times. Either they make a genius out of Stalin, or they make Lukashenka in general. But for Belarus of the twenty-first century, making a cult of personality out of a collective farmer is rather dumb. It's high time to wise up.
  And elect a new, young, progressive leader. And not to demonstrate the level of intelligence of a baby in a sandbox.
  The following anecdote characterizes Lukashenka best of all:
  When everything becomes more expensive in Belarus, what is the cheapest?
  Promises President Lukashenko!
  And why?
  Because they don't cost anything!
  It's a shame for Belarusians who still vote for such a dictator. But it is high time to grow wiser and show that they are the people of Europe. For example, in Russia, Putin at least managed to win respect for himself by annexing Crimea without a shot.
  But that's because of his phenomenal luck. Good luck with Putin. For example, it was lucky that during the visit of the Prime Minister of Israel, there was an unpleasant episode with his wife in Kyiv. Yes, again a manifestation of phenomenal luck. But so little real return! And what if Tsar Nicholas had such phenomenal luck? More precisely, he got it, by 1935 Russia had mastered half of the world.
  And what's next ... Tsar Nicholas scheduled a flight into space for May 28, 1935, just in time for his birthday. The very first flight in the history of mankind of a Russian female cosmonaut.
  And in this world, while the USSR is engaged in survival.
  The battles in Stalingrad are about the same as in the real history of 1942. Only this time the enemy is much stronger. And the quantity due to the colonial troops and technologically.
  It is especially hard in the sky of Soviet Russia. The Nazis have a lot of strong, jet aircraft. And somehow it's not so easy to resist this.
  Here are German pilots Albina and Alvina collecting bills for themselves. They are great experts in this field.
  How, for example, to stop such German girls in bikinis with bare legs?
  Oleg Rybachenko feels these girls.
  Throws another grenade with bare toes. Scatters the Nazis in all directions and says:
  - Big heart of Russia!
  And the terminator boy is very aggressive fire. Each bullet hits the target. And the Arabs, and the blacks, and the Indians are on the attack. A huge crowd is coming.
  The genius boy again throws a grenade with his bare foot, pushes two large German tanks together and the flight:
  Samurai sword with you
  Heart and mind are pure...
  Boldly leads the attack -
  The Path of Beauty!
  Margarita, shooting at the enemy, took and fired at the Nazis from a bazooka and squeaked:
  - Extraordinary beauty!
  And the warrior threw a very destructive gift of death with her bare toes. Crushed the opponents. Then again, with the toes of her bare foot, she again threw wild destruction. And two fascist tanks took and collided. Even sparks and smoke fell and poured!
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - That's the eternal girl well done!
  Margarita tossed a new killer lemon with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - We are eternal children on the milky way!
  The terminator boy nodded and continued the fight himself. Everything goes according to plan. More precisely, while it is normal. And in their area the Nazis will not break through.
  So the Nazis, no matter how hard they try, but in reality they will only choke on their own blood.
  And their tanks will turn into scrap metal! And the flag of Russia will shine over the planet!
  Oleg Rybachenko acts with great energy. Throws grenades with bare feet and sings:
  - We will always be happy
  There will be a bright dream ...
  And beauty will come
  The fuss will be gone!
  The boy-genius acts with activity, which increases with fury proportional to the influx of Germans.
  Margarita acts as the second number. But the girl's bare feet are throwing grenades more and more actively.
  And the Nazis fall under her blows.
  Oleg Rybachenko also shoots... But thoughts jump, return to the present. To what is in reality.
  In fact, Belarusians seem to have the largest brain mass in Europe, but they allow themselves to be put on a collar, tolerate the dictatorship of the individual.
  And if the president were some kind of superman! And so a collective farmer, and even without a legal father. And let them goad them for so many years.
  And besides, there are still narrow-minded people that vote for him.
  Yes, Oleg Rybachenko even had ditties.
  Tell me friends how long
  Votes for father Kolya ...
  It's time for you to choose Oleg -
  To get more money!
  Yes, of course, changes are needed and as soon as possible. In fact, stagnation is fraught with bad consequences.
  Moreover, Lukashenko himself does not know what he wants. He's right, he's left. That goes to capitalism, then socialism. And he doesn't have a good team. And there is no party of its own and ideology. Such is the cult of a very mediocre and talkative personality. Stalin and Lenin at least knew what they wanted! And this dictator? He doesn't even know if he's right or left!
  No, without an ideology and a stable party, there will be no stability in society.
  And moving forward too!
  Stalin, unfortunately, also became a symbol of terror and destruction, turning communism into a scarecrow.
  Optimal governance did not work out. And under Brezhnev there was insanity - how could one put such a head of the USSR. And in his youth, Brezhnev did not pull on an intellectual, but in his old age he fell into insanity. And in general, it's a shame the head of state could not tie two words without a piece of paper. And you should know how to do it!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a lethal double grenade with his bare foot and sang:
  But still live
  But live according to Brezhnev!
  I'm dumb, dumb, I can't!
  And do not drive a blizzard!
  Margarita threw an explosive package with her bare toes. She scattered the Nazis like apples that were shaken from a branch.
  The girl sang:
  - Apple trees in bloom
  Solovyov tunes ...
  I will come to you -
  There will be rehearsals!
  The girl smiled broadly and dazzlingly. Her teeth are like pearls, so sparkling.
  Yes, this couple is great.
  Oleg Rybachenko took it and sang:
  - Our fists with steel,
  Claws, teeth and fangs ...
  They want a real fight!
  And again, the terminator boy fires very accurately. And bloody drops are pouring from the Nazis.
  No, there will be no mercy. Enemies choke.
  Meanwhile, Natashka and her team are fighting in Sukhumi.
  The Nazis are storming the coast. The fight, of course, is very unequal
  But girls. When they are almost naked, it's great!
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot, mowed down a dozen fascists and sang:
  - The future of the world is ours,
  We're girls like Jedi!
  Zoya also launched a grenade with her bare foot. Scattered the Nazis and confidently squeaked:
  - I'm the one who can bury everyone in the grave!
  Aurora fires further. Also a girl who, when she hits, it is no longer a blow from a fly.
  The red-haired devil took it and buzzed:
  - I am the color of a fox, and the greatest beauty!
  And again he will take it with his bare foot, and throw away the gift of death! This is really a girl, what you need.
  And then there's Svetlana as a blast! And she will scatter and crumble everyone, as if devils from all over hell had moved into her.
  Yes, the girls here, of course, from such a grin of teeth that they will demolish any jaw without problems.
  And if necessary, then half the head!
  Natasha shoots at the enemy, and roars:
  - I am such a tough warrior that even a bull will not trample against me! I'll break his head!
  Zoya confidently confirmed:
  - I'll break the horns!
  And the girl's bare foot throws a grenade. And two Nazi tanks will both take and collide.
  And then here's how Aurora will hit. And also with a bare foot will launch a murderous one.
  And roar:
  - Glory to Stalin, let him grow wiser!
  Aurora is really evil. What is it like to fight on two fronts? In fact, it means suicide.
  And why did Stalin bring Russia to this?
  The girl again with her bare toes will launch a killer gift of death and squeak:
  - Glory to the new leader!
  Well, right! Stalin even has a low forehead. And this is a sign of low intelligence.
  Svetlana shoots herself. And throws a grenade with bare feet. Scatters opponents. Destroys them and squeals:
  - Glory to the Russian gods!
  And again, with his bare heel, he will throw something very destructive.
  The girls here are of such caliber that the Fritz won't take them.
  Four girls is a huge force. And most importantly, they are in the same panties.
  And this gives them a colossal ability to fight.
  Natasha is on fire. African warriors are moving in an avalanche, even Hindus and Arabs.
  The Germans use them as cannon fodder. Without any pity and regret using in battles. And of course, they take the number.
  Sukhumi has already been cut off by land. And it's very bad. We'll soon run out of ammo and we'll have to retreat.
  But while the girls still do not want to give in. They dream of victory. Even if the forces are not equal. And Moscow is surrounded.
  Natasha is worried about this. She throws a grenade with her bare foot. Breaks enemies and sings:
  - If the capital will stand!
  Zoya also threw the explosive package with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - The river of Russia will not run dry!
  And she blasted at the enemy from all trunks, home-made recoilless bitterness.
  And broke a couple of tanks ...
  But from above, attack aircraft begin to press.
  So what if they are reactive?
  Aurora fired her rocket launcher. Hit a German car. Made her fall.
  Then the red-haired beast cooed:
  - Communism without borders!
  Then Svetlana began to fire. And mowed down the black fighters. And then, like a bare foot, he will throw a lemon.
  And roar:
  - Glory to the new gods!
  Natasha fired at the enemy and squeaked:
  - Russian gods!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, the plane explodes.
  These are the terminator girls. If they are already fighting, then no one can cope with them.
  Zoya also throws something at the enemy that kills any power. And something that destroys the enemy. And the warrior, baring her teeth, squeals:
  - Planes in the coffin!
  And bare fingers throw again the gift of death.
  And then Aurora will launch a lemon into the enemy. Take and roar:
  - The future is ours!
  Svetlana bared her teeth and said:
  - For communism, and new achievements!
  And again, how he threw a grenade with his bare foot. And he will kill everyone. Well, if not all, then some for sure.
  The Nazis climbed into the jug. And this is their problem. Here you can see the Jagdtigr self-propelled gun. An outdated car, but a very killer one. A pioneer boy crawls up to her. And slips a mine.
  And the self-propelled gun trivially explodes.
  The boy sticks out his tongue and sings:
  - Let's drink for the Motherland, let's drink for Stalin!
  Let's drink and drink again!
  We pioneers will kill Hitler!
  Fascists get it. Although hard for the Red Army. The city of Grozny is surrounded by the Nazis, but they are still fighting a battle in it. The girls are top notch here.
  Here is Tamara fighting. She is in a bathing suit and barefoot. And the weather is hot and the girl is so dexterous. Beauty is on fire. With a bare foot on the Nazis, he launches explosive packages and sings:
  - Hitler will soon get nails in the coffin,
  It will be like a spider on fire ...
  Demons will torment in the underworld -
  Those who worshiped Satan!
  And again, a very deadly lemon flies from the bare heel of the beauty and smashes the Nazis.
  Mary says with a laugh:
  - Grenades will kill!
  And slaps Tamara on the shoulder. Two girls are fighting, and at the top is a Red Flag pierced by bullets.
  The girls are barefoot and almost without clothes, but they do not intend to hand over Soviet cities.
  Maria sang a cheerful song. And at the same time she led a merciless and murderous fire;
   There are many great people,
  Whose deeds live for centuries, There are many great names, Who are called immortal.
  
  Many fairy-tale heroes Preserved the melody of epics, But the simplest of all heroes And dear to all of us - one.
  
  He spent his childhood among the mountains, He followed the flight of birds, He inherited from the mountains The beauty of eagle wings.
  
  His name, with a thunderclap, Swept across the ocean, Became close and familiar to the proletarians of all countries.
  
  On the mainland of China, Dear to all hearts, This name heralds Fanzam - peace, the end - to palaces.
  
  Stalin is the banner of happiness, the dawn of mankind! May beloved Stalin live for many, many long years!
  The girls sang well. Maria, Tamara, were joined by both Veronica and Victoria.
  All four beauties are surrounded, but how they fight.
  Here Maria throws a grenade with her bare foot and shoots down a German attack aircraft. And the beauty squeaks:
  - Glory to our party!
  Veronica also sends a gift of death with her bare foot, and HE-162 is shot down. And the warrior roars:
  - Glory, which is higher than glory!
  . CHAPTER #6
  Victoria, shooting at opponents, and firing, grin:
  - For the future expanses of communism!
  And four beauties, almost naked and barefoot laughing.
  They are such eagle girls of the highest order.
  Mirabela and Anastasia are fighting in the sky. And they also brainwash the Nazis.
  Mirabela with a smile, tweets:
  Everything in the world will be fine
  Love your homeland passionately!
  And again with bare toes, through the open window, as if throwing a lemon. And slap on the fascists. Another downed car falls.
  This is the trick - you have to get there.
  Anastasia says with a laugh:
  - Lenin would have praised you!
  Mirabela shot down a couple of German cars with one burst, and noticed:
  - Stalin, without any doubt, too!
  Anastasia cut off three Nazi planes and confirmed:
  - Without any doubts!
  The girls are so cool. And most importantly beautiful. They are hot and at the same time cold calculation.
  Mirabela, shooting down another plane, noticed:
  Everything in the world is relative...
  Anastasia giggled and muttered angrily:
  - No extra philosophy!
  And she also opened the window and threw a grenade with her bare foot. This time ME-262 exploded.
  Mirabella nodded in agreement.
  - You did great!
  Anastasia, baring her teeth, added:
  - She did what she did!
  And both warriors will burst out laughing. And wink at each other.
  Yes, the heroism is impressive.
  In the summer of 1946, fierce battles unfolded outside the city on the Volga. The women's sniper battalion, under the command of Captain Alena Ogurtsova, took up a defensive position in the ruins on Volodarsky Street. Girls with machine guns and rifles, tied with bundles of grenades, hid behind the ruins.
  Alena herself is in a spotted tunic over her naked body, in short pants, and barefoot. A beautiful and curvy girl, with strong hips, a thin waist, a short haircut under a half-box. The face is very expressive, with a manly chin, blue eyes wide apart. Light brown hair turned gray with dust, high chest, hard look. Captain Alena has been fighting for more than two years and despite her youth she has seen a lot. The girl's legs are covered in cuts and bruises. A girl is more agile to move barefoot than rough and clumsy boots.
  The bare sole feels the slightest vibration of the soil, warns of the proximity of a mine, and the mother earth itself adds endurance. On the one hand, the girl's feet became hardened, and they were not afraid of hot metal, or the sharp rubble of the ruins, but on the other hand, they did not lose sensitivity and flexibility, warning through the roar of the movement of tanks.
  Dear Alenka is holding a grenade with a tied explosion package. It is necessary to crawl to the formidable German tank "Lion", watering the streets with machine guns.
  Mary crawls beside her. Also barefoot, so all the girls from the battalion turned out to be from boots, imitating their commander. Her dusty soles sharpen when the girl crawls on all fours. Maria's yellow hair is messy and long... A little frizzy. The girl herself is slim, thin, small in stature. She can even be mistaken for a girl, with narrow shoulders and a seemingly large head.
  But Mary has already experienced a lot. She managed to visit both fascist captivity, having survived cruel tortures, and mines, from where, by some incomprehensible miracle, she managed to escape. But looking at her childish, tender face, you can never say that she was beaten with rubber sticks on her heels, a current was passed through her body.
  Maria shoots... A soldier of the Third Reich, in this case an Arab, falls dead, his muzzle raising sand and rubble.
  Alyonka slips a bunch of grenades under a pile of rubbish. Now a ninety-ton "Lion" will crawl here and blow it up. The girl's blue eyes sparkle like sapphires on her face, swarthy from sunburn and dust.
  Experience suggests that a well-protected tank will now change position. "Lion" has 100 mm side armor, and even at an angle. Thirty-fours cannot break through it, only heavy Keveshes have a chance. But caterpillars are the goal. The main thing is to deprive the car of mobility ...
  Anyuta fires a burst from a submachine gun... A soldier, no one knows what nationality, falls down. The Germans, having conquered most of the Eastern Hemisphere, cherish Aryan blood and throw colonial troops into battle: Arabs, Africans, Indians, various Asians, and Europeans. The number of Poles has also increased - who are accustomed from the cradle to hate Bolshevik Russia. Ukrainian nationalists, and Don Cossacks, and Chechens, and the entire Caucasian Khaganate are fighting here. Hitler raised a whole international.
  Lots of enemies...
  Anyuta deftly dodges the machine-gun fire. The bullet almost split, blackened from dust, a round, girlish heel. The beautiful captain even felt a tickle at how close a large-caliber present flew by. The girl crossed herself, whispering:
  Even a bullet won't stop us!
  Maria shoots back... Another girl, Alla, is very red-haired, above average height, and muscular, despite her meager rations. Also a very pretty girl, with luxurious hips, a tucked up waist, not feminine broad shoulders, and high breasts.
  Alla fights in just her shorts, the tunic is torn to shreds, and crumbling to dust, and new uniforms are not delivered across the Volga. God forbid to transfer more ammunition, and a drop of food, for the exhausted Soviet troops.
  So Alla is almost naked, her legs are scratched, especially her knees. A piece of shrapnel hit the sole of the right foot, and it hurts, it is hard to walk.
  Red-haired, dusty, almost naked Alla twists her pretty, but at the same time hard face. The girl, shooting, says:
  - The Lord, Moscow and Stalin are above us!
  And she cuts off the attacking Nazis, herself barely having time to roll back.
  The ruins and narrow streets make it difficult for the formidable German tanks to turn around. Here are almost two hundred ton "Mouses" and they cannot pass at all ...
  As Anyuta expected, "Lev" drove a little, and buried himself in a pile of garbage. There was an explosion. The caterpillar burst, a couple of damaged rollers flew off.
  The wounded tank stopped and a shell flew out of its barrel...
  Somewhere rumbled in the distance, leaving the ruins. Anyuta, like a snake, hissed:
  - That's my calculation! Opened an account...
  The girl-captain is again forced to crawl away. The Germans and their satellites cannot use their technical superiority in the rubble. Through the fault of the stubborn Hitler, the hordes of the Third Reich were bogged down in positional battles in a rather large and well-fortified city.
  Maria throws a grenade. Forcing them to do somersaults on downed Germans or Arabs, turning over. One of the Nazi militants tears off his hand, and hangs on it, an English watch with a compass.
  Mary says with a smile:
  - What the compass shows you - the way to hell!
  And a beautiful girl shakes off a piece of adhering ceramics from her dusty heel.
  Alla also shakes off the dust, with her firm, full breasts. The nipples are almost black from dirt and itchy. And try to wash. Again you have to burrow when the German submachine guns are scribbling. And crawl in a plastunski way.
  The battalion of girls holds their positions, although there is shelling. And they tear heavy shells, and bombs fall from the sky ... But nothing will break the courage of Soviet heroines.
  Here Anyuta sees the Panther crawling by. Well, this tank is not so scary anymore.
  You can punch it into the side. The girl sneezed, spat out the dust that climbed into her elegant mouth. She took a grenade in her hand, weighted with an explosion package. You have to sneak up unnoticed. But there is so much smoke around.
  Anyuta began to creep up, resting on the drain with her bare toes and elbows. She was like a cat stalking a mouse. The girl remembered the war from that terrible summer of the forty-first year, when the Wehrmacht treacherously invaded the expanses of the USSR. Was neither the girl, almost the girl scared? At first yes, but then you get used to it. And you already perceive the constant bursts of shells as an ordinary noise.
  And now it exploded very close. The girl slapped on her stomach. Fragments rush from above like a flock of wild bees. Anyuta whispers with chapped lips:
  - In the name of justice, Lord!
  The girl speeds up her crawl and throws a grenade with an explosive package attached. The present flies in an arc. An explosion is heard, the thinner side armor of the Panther lends itself. The German tank starts to burn, the combat kit detonates.
  Anyuta whispers with a smile:
  Thank you Lord Jesus! I believe only in you! I pray to you alone!
  Breaks the panther. Torn off, a long trunk is buried in rubble. The frontal armor, detached from the side armor, resembles a scoop.
  Anyuta, whose eyes, on a face brown from dust and sunburn, sparkle with cornflowers, says:
  - The more oaks the enemy has, the stronger our defense!
  Alla is very sexy in her black panties, and naked, dusty, strong body. The girl is very smart. She can throw shards of glass with her bare toes.
  Now she threw a sharp object with her graceful, dust-covered leg. And stuck, right in the throat of a fascist. Beautiful Alla babbled:
  - And I'm a sex symbol, and a symbol of death!
  The girl, after which she crawled again, shooting. Anyuta also led the fire.
  The beautiful captain, having cut down the fascist, chirped:
  - Life is a chain, and the little things in it are the links ...
  Maria fired, cut Fritz's head open and added:
  - It is impossible not to attach importance to the link!
  Anyuta, again shooting accurately, croaked:
  - But you can't go in cycles on trifles ...
  Maria, as if firing, added:
  Otherwise, the chain will envelop you!
  Another girl Matrena, also very beautiful, together with the pioneer Seryozhka, prepared a mine on a wire. The two of them pushed her... The insidious booger crawled into the caterpillar of the "Tiger"-2. And how this long-barreled German car will explode.
  The blond boy Sergei exclaimed:
  - Our Russia, you have a bucket!
  And he barely had time to bounce, flashing, black, downed heel, from the falling roof.
  Matryona stroked the boy's neck and said:
  - You are very smart!
  The pioneer made his way to the front and joined the women's battalion. The boy is very creative too. For example, he made airplanes to shoot down fascist attack aircraft. When the Focke-Wulfs, or TA-152s, rise, an incredibly deafening roar is heard.
  The Germans strike to the accompaniment of a Wagner symphony. Such a majestic melody.
  Matryona says with annoyance:
  - They are still trying to frighten us!
  The pioneer boy sang with pathos:
  - The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  Death will not take us under the starry sky!
  For holy Rus' will fight hard,
  I loaded the mighty machine gun!
  Matryona, a tall, muscular girl with wide hips and shoulders, is a typical peasant woman. Clothes were torn during the fighting into rags, strong legs are bare, hair is woven into two braids and heavily dusted.
  Seryozhka is only eleven years old, thin from malnutrition, scratched and dirty boy, in nothing but shorts. The boy's naturally white hair turned gray, and the ribs show through thin, tanned and dirty skin. Legs terribly knocked down, and in burns, bruises, with blisters. True, fate kept the child from serious injuries.
  Matryona seems big and fat against his background, although the girl is not fat at all, but with strong, trained meat on the bones. Moreover, the hunger did not seem to affect her portly and large figure at all.
  The girl shoots from a heavy anti-tank rifle. German cars cannot be pierced in the forehead, but there is a chance in the tracks.
  And the hefty "Lion", having received a weighty explosive in the undercarriage, began to blow smoke like a heavy smoker.
  Seryozhka sang with malice:
  - Stinky Fritz without thinking, lit a cigarette at the entrance! Of course, he got into big trouble!
  Matryona, flashing her muscular, tanned calves, beat off a tap dance with her bare, beautiful feet. The girl sang:
  - Holy Russian faces flicker from the icon ... God forbid you soak at least a thousand Fritz! And if someone buzzes more than fascists, no one, believe me, will condemn you for that!
  Then she reloaded the anti-tank rifle and fired again. The German transporter puffed out smoke again.
  The girl battalion inflicted significant damage on the Fritz. But he also suffered losses. Here one girl was torn in half, and her face became so, despite the dust, pale.
  Most of Stalingrad has already been captured by the Nazis, but what remains of the city does not want to give in and surrender.
  Anyuta, meanwhile, is trying to break through the "Tiger". A powerful German car, got a grenade in the side, but did not succumb. Turns around to fire a cannon. The girl has to burrow into the ground, and rubble, so as not to be crushed by the blast wave released by the present.
  Anyuta whispers softly:
  - Mom, dad, I'm sorry!
  Maria threw a grenade at the Tiger, which exploded on her forehead. The girl hissed:
  - About the fact that the light teaching in the winter in the spring ... I repeat without exception that Hitler is a plague bastard!
  Alla, breaking the sight of the Nazis, and pouring water on them with a burst, strained:
  - In the coffin, I saw the Fuhrer now! And she kicked the poor man right in the eye!
  The red-haired girl actually threw a grenade at the tank with her bare fingers. It hit the barrel ... An explosion followed and the muzzle of the "Tiger" was mangled.
  The cowardly German took it and backed away.
  Anyuta snorted through her nostrils:
  - Ours, yours will not yield!
  Maria cut down a Hitlerite mercenary with a bullet and sang:
  - And the villain is not joking! Hands and feet, he twists the Russian ropes! He sinks his teeth into the very heart ... He drinks the fatherland to the bottom!
  Anyuta giggled, barked:
  - The Fuhrer wildly yells, tears himself up!
  Maria, firing, added:
  - Well, death puffs, grins!
  An even more dangerous "Shtumrtiger" has appeared. It destroys entire buildings and bunkers. Moreover, it does not approach the positions of the Soviet troops. The car is kept under cover by German machine gunners.
  Anyuta sees that it is unrealistic to get close to the positions of the Fritz. But in the sky Focke-Wulfs. One of these machines flies closer to the Soviet positions. The girls open fire on her.
  Alla throws a grenade and furiously says:
  - In deep death - there is no forgiveness!
  After that, the girl gives a turn from the machine gun. Rolls back quickly. A relatively new German tank "Panther" -2 with a small turret and a lower silhouette quickly drives up.
  Several girls throw grenades at the German car. She, having received the presents, freezes and is unable to turn around.
  Alla whistled, hissing:
  - This is a new attack! We will tear her mouth!
  The Panther-2 snarled and fired its more powerful weapon.
  The column of fire split the air, and instantly heated and electrolyzed the atmosphere.
  Alla giggled, the shells flew past the half-naked girl. The shameless redhead shook her hips and said:
  - And Newton defeated the enemies, threw off the yoke from the throne! Fritz he decreed his Newton's law!
  Stalingrad was all engulfed in conflagrations, when tongues of fire seemed to lick the sky and crackle purple, orange, and scarlet sparks! And every spark is like a ghost escaping from a hellish castle.
  Anyuta, knocking down a German fighter, flashed her blue eyes, sang:
  - What are you whining bad old woman? Believe me, just a psychiatric hospital is crying for you!
  Maria sang in a chant, firing at the Nazis:
  - How good it is to lie down on the grass and hit the Fritz on the head! Arrange a poultice for the Fuhrer, and send bullets from a machine gun!
  The girl giggled wildly and rolled over from her stomach to her back. I made a bicycle with legs. A grenade flew up. The flying Focke-Wulf, having received shrapnel under the belly, briskly soared higher. It can be seen that sharp fragments wounded him. The fascist creature caught fire, and began to lose pieces of broken wings.
  Anyuta, seeing how Fokke was losing altitude, croaked:
  - That's a semaphore! An ax hangs on board!
  The German plane exploded, scattering debris into all the far corners of the sky. And where did the fascist ace go. Made my last turn. The executioner went to ashes, not the pilot!
  Maria sneezed, scattering dust and said:
  - To be or not to be? It's not a question!
  Alla again threw a piece of glass with her foot, so much so that, hitting the eye, it came out at the Fritz, through the back of the head:
  - I'm a tank armada! And you need to be treated!
  The Germans and their satellites tried to advance, throwing grenades in front of them. Such tactics against girls did not work. Here Seryozhka deployed a catapult, and how it hits the enemy in response.
  The pioneer boy bellowed:
  - Santa Claus tearing Hitler's mouth!
  The charge of the catapult, piercing into the crowd of Nazis, made them scatter, and at the same time roll over in the air. Fritz fell, and broke on the rubble of the walls.
  Tank "Tiger" -2, having lost its balance, collided with the "Lion". Oh, Leva, where is your formidable name?
  Anyuta smiled and answered:
  - Well, well done Seryozhka!
  The boy growled aggressively.
  - Pioneer is always ready!
  The girl-captain began to nail again. And Matryona tickled Seryozhka's narrow foot, how hard he has it! No wonder the boy is not afraid to run through the fires.
  Mary in a chant said:
  - Youth is good - old age is bad!
  Alla, this cheerful redhead, agreed:
  There is nothing worse than old age! This is indeed the most disgusting state of all possible!
  And the girl made a jump with a coup. She imagined for a moment disgusting grandmas. No, do not compare, an old woman with a girl. And what beauty, in slender bodies.
  Allah took it and sang:
  - Flow after year, years in a caravan,
  An old woman rubs henna in a mortar...
  And what about my slender figure,
  I don"t understand how youth has gone!
  Anyuta flashed her eyes, knocked the German down with a hit in the groin, and remarked:
  - No! Still, in war there is such a charm - to remain forever young! Always drunk!
  Matryona put a new charge into the catapult. This is something like a good mortar. The girl hissed:
  - Do not pass, but pass!
  Seryozhka shuffled his thin but nimble foot and barked:
  - Fritz face!
  And a grenade, together with an explosion package, flew in full swing into the positions of the Nazis.
  Yes, Stalingrad was not given to them. For the third month since the end of June, the assault has been going on, but the city has not been able to take everything. On other sectors of the front, the Nazis achieved success, but not on this one.
  Anyuta fired her pistol and growled:
  - Everything is impossible, it happens to be possible... There is no need to make the universe very complicated!
  And hit the gas tank of a motorcycle. The machine exploded, and fiery whirlwinds illuminated the smoky landscape. And the German was torn apart by a fiery paw.
  The girl captain shouted:
  - I love to kill evil! And this is the highest good!
  Maria thrashed the Germans with a burst and hissed:
  - Let's play porcupine!
  Alla opened fire, more accurately. A few blacks were left lying on spear-covered rubble:
  - Kill the enemy! - The girl whispered.
  Maria playfully sang:
  - Having painted Hitler with lipstick, Mainstein with hairspray, I will drag you into captivity of the princess, the faithful dog will gnaw you!
  Anyuta, firing, hissed:
  - Come on in the evening, Adolf, hang yourself ... Stop fooling your head! Come on in the evening, fly like a gyrfalcon - to beat the Nazis hard!
  Maria said in a rage, knocking the helmet off the stormtrooper's head:
  - We can! And we will!
  The girls from the "Lenin" battalion stopped the advance of the foreign troops. Fritz moved forward, literally throwing corpses into space. The tank "Lev", with which hopes were pinned, did not help either. Here is a modification of the machine with a 150 mm gun.
  Alla knocks off a stone stuck to her bare nipple. The girl has such beautiful and full breasts. The girl throws a grenade with her foot. The leg is stronger than the arm, and the throw goes further.
  "Lion" received a gap in the caterpillar, and stopped. Shot from his powerful mouth. Rumble and collapse.
  Allah, spitting, says:
  - The Russian warrior does not groan in pain!
  And the girl shoots again. And he does it extremely well. The fascist leaning out of the tower falls back.
  A red-haired, almost naked girl says:
  - In vain the enemy believes that he managed to break the Russians! Who dares, he attacks in battle, we will fiercely beat the enemies!
  And Alla rolls the muscles of the press, which she has very embossed.
  Oh, how beautiful the girls are! I don't want any of them to die.
  Ekaterina ran... A very beautiful girl, with fluffy, white hair. She somehow manages to smear them with some kind of potion so that they do not get dirty.
  The girl is very beautiful, with the figure of Venus, only more toned and embossed. Clothes on her, only a bra and panties. Everything else has already been torn apart. But how graceful are the legs! This is not a girl, but a seal of perfection, a crown of beauty.
  She moves in a special way, like a squirrel. A bare feet and flicker, and heels, surprisingly remain clean. Ekaterina shoots, and the fascist gets an ulcer in his chest.
  The girl says:
  - Loyalty to the motherland is the highest word!
  Allah said with a laugh:
  - Take off your bra and stay like me in shorts!
  Catherine shook her head negatively.
  - This is not appropriate!
  Alla shook her hips, fired aptly and sang:
  - Something Komsomol member has become unusual! Walking bare-chested like that is very indecent!
  Catherine giggled and remarked:
  - Why bring joy to the Fritz, look at our beauty!
  Allah resolutely answered:
  - Our beauty is deadly!
  Katya giggled and fired at the TA-200. The Nazi car caught fire. And the beautiful blonde yelped:
  - Death to evil!
  Allah giggled.
  - And life is good!
  Ekaterina, seeing that the German was falling, growled:
  - This is the highest value! Do not think the Nazis that you have won!
  Allah will sing:
  - Waiting for victory! Victory awaits... Those who yearn to break the shackles! Waiting for victory! Waiting for victory! We will be able to defeat the Nazis!
  A beautiful girl, and her naked breasts are shaking. Good with a bare torso in the heat, which is intensified by the fire.
  Anyuta now looked much more determined. She fired at the Fritz with a submachine gun, and barked:
  - I'll castrate you!
  And indeed the Nazis received deadly presents and coffins! And the girl showed them a figure, let's build bare toes. And whistled like a nightingale-robber. And through the fingers of the lower extremities.
  The girl captain is very smart. And sparkling. And not cruel at all. She, too, sometimes feels sorry for the soldiers of the enemy, who may have children that will cry for their dead fathers.
  Anyuta, however, drives such thoughts away from herself, one wants to burst into tears from them. But it was not the Russians who came to the Germans to rob and kill. No, these are the Germans and a whole aggressive pack of foreigners from all over the world broke into the Russian expanses.
  Anyuta crossed herself and fired at the Fritz, who was trying to quietly get close to the positions of the Russian Fritz ... His eye and brain, which had been knocked out by a bullet, leaked out.
  The girl-captain smiled and said, wittily:
  - Straight eye to eye, head to head!
  Anyuta accurately shot, and hit a motorcycle with a sidecar. The car began to tear, and the machine gun flew off, rolled over several times. Then its muzzle sank into the rubble.
  The girl rubbed her bare, dusty sole on the rubble. And she aimed again. Her cheerful, young face grinned rather grinned. The girl sang:
  - No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate that Russian fragrant bread be called the word ford!
  Maria made a very accurate shot, from which the Focke-Wulf flared up, and chirped:
  For a scoundrel, of course, the choice is clear,
  For dollars, he is ready to betray Rus' ...
  But the Russian man is so beautiful
  That he is ready to give his life for the Motherland!
  The girl, did a somersault and showed the Nazis the fig, and scrolled, and the bullets did not touch the beauty.
  Alla appeared, this beauty, almost naked, and grimy like a devil, threw a grenade at once with two legs. And she checked:
  - What I have is ... Fritz in a sharp side!
  Matrena corrected Alla:
  - Sharp, in the side, and not in the sharp side!
  The girl giggled and shook her watermelon breasts, and launched a grenade using a grenade with an explosion package. The "Tiger" was hit at the muzzle, and this crooked work of art dodged.
  After that, the Nazi creature backed away. She began to crawl like a turtle caught in a fire.
  Anyuta sang, winking merrily:
  - And the "Tiger" is backing away and the Germans are hiding!
  The Maiden Battalion maneuvered under attack, air strikes and heavy guns. Here the jet bombers hit, broken, red-hot steeps rose into the sky. And the stones were on fire. Fortunately, none of the girls died, but men went to the next world - who are not so sorry! And souls fly - some to heaven, and others to hell! Where devils with pitchforks are already waiting for those who did not believe in Jesus.
  Alla is the sexiest of the warriors in a rage: well, can the Nazis from their "Sturmtigr" fire at the positions of the Soviet troops and kill the red warriors?
  . CHAPTER #7
  And the girl grabbed a grenade with her bare feet and twirled in cascades of somersaults. And spinning faster and faster. And then, with all her might, she threw the gift of death into the wide muzzle of the Stormtiger. The naked, tanned legs of the beauty flashed, and the grenade flew into the wide muzzle. And the powerful machine first choked, and then rushed. Two "Royal Tigers" that stood on the sides of the "Sturmtiger" were thrown up and scattered in different directions. The rollers were torn from them, and they fell down, flying like a broken necklace of the queen.
  The blast wave threw Alla, and the girl flew upside down. And she was turned over, rocked and thrown. But the beauty nevertheless landed, sharp rubble, and crushed stones dug into her bare soles. The girl was in pain, and even through the calloused foot, the tip pierced.
  But Alla found the strength to stand up and yell:
  - You fascists will be in the ashes!
  Anyuta and other girls were thrown up by an explosive wave, and even slightly crushed. But none of the beautiful warriors died. The girls met with hurricane and well-aimed fire. Suppressing the Nazis who jumped out and other aggressive insects besieging the USSR.
  Maria sang with great enthusiasm:
  - And when the trumpet of the Lord takes us to battle, we will be friends with the Komsomol! And by the will of Jehovah, I will be at the heavenly roll call!
  Alla, shaking off the dust from the soles smashed into blood, sang:
  - Lenin, party, Komsomol! We are sending the Fuhrer to a madhouse!
  The girls began to laugh deafeningly, and Seryozhka said with alarm and annoyance:
  - And my catapult is not as accurate as Alla's bare and strong legs!
  Matryona, flexing her arm muscles, said:
  - That is OK! You're still thinking. Something cooler!
  Vedmakova, returning from the front line, received an urgent call to Vladivostok. Having suffered huge losses and almost surrounded Khabarovsk (communication with this city was maintained through the Amur), the Japanese stopped their troops to regroup and replenish. At least one hundred million Japan, with another seventy million Manchuria and Thailand, could transfer infantry in abundance. In a sense, it is easier to fight the USSR than the USA, because to fight the latter you need a lot of expensive ships and by no means cheap aircraft. But infantry with light and cheap rifles and machine guns copied from Schmeisters can be supplied in large quantities! Every Japanese boy from the age of seven knows how to assemble and disassemble a machine gun! Only, of course, it takes time to transfer troops from the island to the continent. And having received replenishment, move deep into Soviet territory again!
  Having received a call, Vedmakova hoped that she would finally receive a new fighter and fight in the sky. The girl was taken to Vladivostok in an emka. The pilot felt like a terminator. The fellow traveler turned out to be a gray-haired grandfather, despite his considerable age, who wore only sergeant's stripes.
  He boastfully declared:
  - Oh, you youth! And you know that I fought with the Japanese back in tsarist times!
  Vedmakova asked doubtfully:
  - Really? Or maybe you also received a cross?
  Grandfather, shaking his gray beard, cursed:
  - No cross, no medals! So for a year and three months he fought as a private! What do you think, everyone can get titles and medals? Especially under the tsar, when the rank and file were not very favored!
  Vedmakova agreed:
  - Yes, under the king there was class inequality! But times are different now. By the way, how do you Japs! I mean, was the enemy strong?
  The old man answered, flashing his iron teeth:
  - Not weak, although if our command was smarter, they would not give up Port Arthur and Manchuria! They are not such a strong enemy.
  Emka was driving slowly, the road was gouged by bombs and artillery. It was possible to talk.
  Vedmakova asked a little more quietly:
  - And what were ours stronger?
  The old man briskly, as if he were a clockwork toy, nodded a couple of times:
  - Somewhat yes! For example, the Japanese have twenty times more shooting ranges than ours. Before I was sent to the front, I participated in only three shooting ranges. And then five shots each. However, in a firefight, we cannot say that we were worse than the Japanese. And this despite the fact that they were in khaki uniforms, and we were wearing white overcoats. Naturally, after we got some military experience. The Japanese have much less abilities in military affairs than ours, despite the longer training. But their rifles hit much more accurately than our Mostina club.
  Vedmakova agreed without reservation:
  - Yes, sure! In this you are right! The Japanese, like the Germans, pay too much attention to drill.
  The old man shook his head.
  - Vice versa! Unlikely less than we have in the tsarist army! Well, if even before the First World War, they began to train soldiers better, and at least they changed their uniforms, then ... Not an army, but solid stepping!
  Vedmakova remarked, not without malice:
  - Before the war, we also paid a lot of attention to walking in parades! Apparently, the smart learn from the mistakes of others, the fool from his own, who does not learn at all, who?
  Grandpa remarked:
  - Learning comes with time! But with the supply, we generally had a complete blockage. No guns, no bullets! They often went hungry, the soldiers got sick - there were no medicines! More people died from typhus and other abominations than from Japanese bullets. It was such a bad war. Kuropatkin is an idiot! No detours, no camouflage, he directly threw people into trenches under machine guns. We were used as cannon fodder. It all ended very badly, a rout. As they say, I barely dragged my legs. True, I can be quite proud of the fact that I escaped captivity! Like wounded too!
  The girl, curious, asked:
  - And the Japanese themselves have become better or worse! In terms of their fighting qualities.
  The old man first lit a cigarette, and only then answered:
  - It is difficult to judge this objectively. The armies have changed, tanks, aircraft, submachine guns have appeared. Ships in terms of progress have not changed that much, as well as guns. But the stupidity of the command remained the same, so screw it up, the attack on Vladivostok!
  The Witcher's green eyes flashed.
  - There is no excuse for this!
  The old man agreed.
  - And it can not be! After all, they knew that the enemy was preparing a trick, and there was no way to react to it! As if set up. But the truce with the Pindos is a clear sign that a strong blow is about to follow.
  Witcher chuckled.
  - With Pindos?
  Grandfather confirmed:
  - Yes, that's what they call America and Britain now! The name comes from the word "to steal", that is, to steal. And these are parasite countries, thieves that suck blood from those who are dumber and weaker!
  The pilot nodded her red head:
  - Here I agree!
  The old man insisted:
  - Agree that our command are idiots, and even traitors! So substitute our fleet, worse than the Pindos!
  Vedmakova objected:
  "Maybe they didn't think the Japanese would strike so quickly. In general, the Far East was a place of rest, and cowards and lazy people settled here. After all, in the army you don"t have to work hard as a worker or collective farmer in the rear, but you get a good ration and salary. On the other hand, you don't risk your life by serving in the Far East. Yes, a paradise for loafers and cowards.
  The old man replied:
  - Soldiers and officers are not so bad at fighting. Here is Khabarovsk, still not passed.
  Vedmakova agreed:
  - Russian warrior, special warrior! But as Brusilov said: our soldiers are excellent, the officers are good, the generals are mediocre, and the tsar is completely bad!
  Grandfather grunted displeasedly:
  - If our commander was not Kuropatkin, but Brusilov: we would have won! Alas, it was overwritten! I must say that under the tsar, Russian generals became smaller: under Suvorov there was a whole galaxy of outstanding commanders! However, Stalin is a Georgian, but as they say Georgians...
  Grandfather interrupted Witcher:
  - Be careful with such statements! So you can get into a special department! However, for me, Stalin is by no means a genius! And for example, the missed line punch in February confirms this! By the way, I heard that on May 1, the Soviet air defense in Moscow was helpless and many thousands of Soviet citizens died!
  The old man remarked:
  - Thanks to the USA and Britain! They gave the Wehrmacht new planes! Moreover, I heard that there was a mass sabotage, because of which the Yaks fell apart in the air! And it is brand new Yaks!
  Witch nodded her head.
  - I heard about it! Really a disgrace! But I hope the perpetrators will be punished, and the problem will be fixed!
  Grandfather nodded, then suddenly said:
  - The main problem is in our heads! A kind of soviet mentality! An attempt to turn a person into a cog, into an ordinary slave!
  Vedmakova did not argue. She paused, staring blankly out the window. Now the threat of the defeat of the USSR has become much more tangible. It turned out that even Moscow is not protected from air raids. At least, it does not have enough reliable protection to withstand a massive air raid!
  Well, the war is moving into a slightly different stage ... True, in the battles near Stalingrad, the Germans also had air supremacy, but it did not bring the desired victory! However, not so overwhelming, the Fritz had an advantage! After all, new Soviet aircraft regularly arrived at the front! But I must say the level of combat training among the pilots was very low. Most beginners had no more than 8 hours of flying. This is a big minus, especially since the Germans usually have up to 250 hours! However, after Stalingrad, the Germans reduced the program to 150, but now it has become much easier with fuel. However, the appearance of a large number of new aircraft will create a problem for the Fritz.
  By the way, it was reported that among the pilots of the downed bombers, several US citizens were captured. What is the last, did not come as a surprise! The Luftwaffe does not have enough pilots for new bombers, so there were volunteers!
  I wonder how the Soviet command will respond to this? After all, there is nothing to get Berlin? Long-range strategic bombers were not developed in the USSR, with the exception of the P-8. The last aircraft with a speed of just over 400 kilometers per hour and created in 1936 is clearly outdated. In addition, when hitting Berlin, it will move without air escort, and the Germans can intercept it with their aircraft. After all, they already have very good radars that will record the movement of the flying mass towards Berlin. Yes, and it takes time to release enough of these machines for strikes against Germany. The Germans are not a weak nation and love technology! They themselves are probably the most disciplined and highly organized nation in Europe or even in the world! It is very difficult to win alone, and even having, on the second front, not a weak Japan.
  The best thing to do in this situation is to try to drive a wedge between the Allies and Germany. But how to do it? Beria had already instructed her to carry out this using the destroyer received from the Americans. A good provocation could have turned out, but Anna did not have time.
  It seems that she is not guilty - what is not fate, but she still gnaws at an unpleasant aftertaste. As if maybe if she had arrived a day earlier, everything would have been different!
  However, it is not excluded! But she arrived as soon as she received an order from Beria!
  In general, Lavrenty Palych is a master of provocations. Japan attacked Peru Harbor, not without his participation!
  The fact is that documents about the US plans to launch a series of preventive strikes using aircraft carriers, including those based on Peru Harbor, as if accidentally fell into the hands of the intelligence of the country of the Rising Sun!
  In addition, the Americans are fools: they provoked Japan into war, together with Britain imposing an embargo on the supply of oil and other raw materials, but they themselves were not ready for war!
  Indeed, the United States in 1941 did not have sufficient forces, especially in tanks, for the war with Japan. In 1940, they had only 400 tanks, and information about 1941 is secret, but it is unlikely that even then there were more than a thousand! So America climbed into the war, being completely unprepared! Well, Japan is also not very armed. If she had about two and a half thousand tanks, and light ones, then, for example, there was no long-range aviation at all!
  So the US valiant pilots of the country of the Rising Sun did not bomb! And they just got themselves in a lych! And now they have decided to recoup the USSR, relying primarily on their infantry, dreaming of repeating the success of the times of Tsar Nicholas II!
  The Witcher grew bored and sang:
  How complicated life is, Lord, alas,
  You yourself put on a wreath of thorns!
  No, don't blow my head
  A new day promises us problems!
  
  Dreams shattered into dust
  The cruel worm gnaws with passion!
  And pain and sorrow in your eyes
  What to curb, no one is in power!
  
  But what, God, can you
  Kohl himself ascended the cross of Golgotha!
  About happiness ghostly dreams
  They roar and moan in the widow's weeping!
  
  There is nothing worse than the earth than the world,
  Sketch of the war all brush in the blood!
  Anchoring foam of ether,
  You break the web at once!
  
  And if you want my life
  Then throw me Lord into hell!
  I love you anyway
  In progress, I believe in change!
  
  I believe that a person
  Able to become cleaner, higher!
  That the suffering of the age will end,
  We will become like a brother the Most High!
  
  What will we command
  In the expanse of starships!
  That our valiant army
  Stronger than the Quasar will shine!
  
  Life will never fade
  And everyone will be human!
  Like an endless ray of the year
  With a boundless and blissful age!
  
  Communism becomes real
  Believe it will be better than you dreamed!
  Progress forward, up, not down,
  Let there be joy - no sorrow!
  Vedmakova finished the song and "Emka" finally drove into Vladivostok. The pilot looked at the city with curiosity. The destruction in Vladivostok increased noticeably, some buildings were smoking, fire extinguishing teams were working on the streets, there were many teenagers with shovels, picks, and other fire extinguishing kits.
  Grandpa remarked:
  - Under the tsar, young people also worked hard, but without smiles and enthusiasm! Although you won"t get far on bare enthusiasm!
  Vedmakova objected:
  - If industry is the engine of the economy, then enthusiasm is fuel with a high octane rating!
  The old man nodded happily.
  - Well you say girl!
  "Emka" stopped near the building of the commandant's office and Vedmakova almost ran out of it. She really wanted to be on her winged horse again.
  The girl knocked on the door to the office where she was sent on the agenda. A sleepy voice followed.
  - Sign in!
  Witcher entered, proudly straightening her shoulders. In the chair sat a man in the uniform of an NKVD colonel. Such a bald and unpleasant type. He gloomily asked the pilot:
  - Full name!
  The girl quickly replied:
  -Anna Petrova Vedmakova!
  The Colonel added:
  - Military rank?
  - Air Force major and hero of the Soviet Union! - Proudly said the pilot.
  The Colonel picked up the receiver and briefly said:
  - Air Force Major Vedmakova has already arrived!
  Then he turned to the girl.
  - How do you feel? Hope healthy?
  The pilot bared her teeth.
  - I feel good! Ready to fight like a lioness!
  The Colonel nodded.
  - Great! I think the Japanese will appreciate it!
  There was a noise, the clatter of boots, and six ordinary employees of the special department, accompanied by a man in a special uniform, burst into the office. He ordered:
  - Handcuff this bitch!
  The Witcher was confused:
  - What else is this?
  The colonel barked:
  - And that! You are under arrest, citizen Vedmakova! And you will be sent to jail!
  A man in a special uniform warned:
  - This woman is very good at fighting! So be vigilant!
  Witcher smiled.
  - I will not be representatives of our valiant law enforcement agencies! Call Beria and this misunderstanding at once, clarify!
  The Colonel snorted contemptuously.
  - Here's to distract Beria! Send her to jail, and the investigation will figure it out!
  The witch nodded.
  - I am a hero of the Soviet Union and the investigation, of course, will figure it out, but it would be faster with Beria! I want to be at the controls of the plane as soon as possible!
  The colonel consoled:
  - During the war, no one will pull for a long time! Take her away!
  Vedmakova walked without resisting, and she was only slightly pushed by the barrels of machine guns of a shortened model, with which they began to equip scouts. Then they stuffed me into a black funnel and took me away. Anna Petrovna was calm, she did not feel guilty about herself, and the NKVD probably knows about her special relationship with Beria, so they will figure it out. It is even interesting to visit the prison. A real man must raise his son, serve in the army, and serve time in prison! So, probably, a warrior! Many famous people were in prisons: Stalin, Lenin, and Hitler!
  The prison was not located very far from the commandant's office, so Vedmakova was pulled out and led into the yard. There dogs growled viciously, the stone walls of the dungeon built back in the eighteenth century were dull and gray. The girl felt an involuntary excitement when she was brought inside and led through the corridors. Here is the registration window: duty questions:
  - First name, last name, patronymic, gender!
  Then turn right into a tiled room. There, at the table, sat an officer in the NKVD uniform and a leather apron, and with him a doctor in a white coat and two middle-aged women pulling thin rubber gloves on their hands.
  The sentry accompanying Vedmakova removed her handcuffs with a quick, practiced movement. The officer ordered:
  - Get undressed!
  Vedmakova was surprised:
  - What?
  The officer calmly repeated:
  - I said get undressed! A search and personal inspection are required!
  The girl blushed.
  But here are the men!
  The officer with the apron barked:
  - Can I help you! Well, throw off your rags whore!
  Vedmakova trembled, she remembered that yes, when placed in prison, a personal search is mandatory and began to take off her clothes. Women took it and carefully probed every seam. Left in her panties, Vedmakova was embarrassed, but the officer barked:
  - And take off your panties bitch! The search will be complete!
  Left in front of several men completely naked (the convoy that brought her stood still, ready to fight at any moment), the girl was embarrassed and tried to cover her with her hands.
  They hit her hard with a club on the buttocks:
  - Hands at the seams bitch!
  Vedmakova croaked, but endured. When they finished probing her clothes and ripped her boots, the officer commanded:
  Now check it out for yourself!
  The female jailers started from the head. They tousled their hair with gloved fingers, then looked into their ears, even using a tube with a flashlight. The ears were retracted several times, bending and unbending. Then looked into the nostrils:
  - Cough, please! That's it, stronger!
  The girl's nose was crushed. This was followed by an examination of the mouth. It was quite unpleasant, rough hands pressed the tongue, now and then pulled it away, then pulled harder, even almost tore it off.
  The officer spoke:
  - You need to be more careful! She might be a spy!
  The jailers began to press their fingers on their teeth, checking for any fillings that could contain important information. Vedmakova felt humiliated and spat upon; her hero of the USSR was searched like a whore, not missing anything. Then female gloved hands began to feel the girl's bare chest. They crushed her, felt literally every millimeter, shone through a flashlight. The girl's breasts swelled treacherously, and the jailers pressed more and more, then croaked:
  - No! She's clean here!
  Next, the navel and fingers were examined. The navel was pulled back, also twisted, after which it was pierced with a needle. No less carefully examined the fingers.
  - And now a gynecological search! - ordered the officer.
  The jailers ordered:
  - Bend over and spread your legs, please!
  This was followed by the most humiliating, when the hand of the jailer in a glove, rather roughly entered the bosom of the girl. Vedmakova groaned in pain and humiliation. And the hand was rigidly collapsing into the cave where the woman keeps her most valuable treasure, from which it was both painful and ticklish. The girl twitched a little, and the officer muttered maliciously:
  - Check it as carefully as possible! After all, it is in intimate places that spies usually hide documents, and sometimes a small note is enough to find out important information.
  One jailer was replaced by another, after which the search became even more painful and rude. Vedmakova realized that they just wanted to humiliate her, turning the search into torture.
  The examination of the anus was no less rough, moreover, the intestine was used, and a large enema. Apparently the pilot was indeed seriously suspected. After that, checking fingers, legs, and feet seemed like a small thing.
  However, this did not end there, the officer ordered:
  - Now on the x-ray of the stomach! There wasn't much she could swallow!
  Well, it doesn't hurt that much. A doctor was present here, he carefully looked through everything, even the heart and lungs. Finally gave the go-ahead:
  She is clean and perfectly healthy!
  The officer growled angrily:
  - It's a pity we'll shoot her anyway! However, let him play the piano for now!
  The pilot, stunned by humiliation, walked obediently like an automaton. Witcher's hands were smeared with paint and carefully squeezed onto paper. Then followed all sorts of measurements, photographing in profile, in full face. For quite a long time they were forced to stand naked, rewriting all the signs, scars and moles on the body. After that, she was rinsed in a cold shower, which, incidentally, is customary in the USSR, not only for prisoners, they were given prison uniforms.
  - Get dressed bitch!
  The robe was actually sackcloth, sewn from burlap and embroidered with a prison number. They didn"t give the girl shoes, apparently considering them an unnecessary luxury for the enemies of the people, and so, barely covered, they took her to the cell.
  There had just been mass arrests, the prison was overcrowded and buzzing. Vedmakova was thrown into a cramped cage, where there were already more than a hundred women, mostly young girls from the military and servants. When the pilot was brought into the cell, she could not take a step, the prisoner cluttered up the entire floor. It was very dark in the cell, the window was boarded up with boards, it was stuffy and smelled strongly, apparently they had not taken out the bucket for a long time.
  The girls were half-naked, and some were completely naked, they took their clothes. Several of them were delirious and asked for a drink. The witch stopped and asked:
  - I can't take a step! Where should I go!
  - Where brought there and stop! - Ordered from the darkness, probably the eldest in the cell. - There is no place for us.
  Vedmakova, realizing that this was stupid, nevertheless asked:
  - What are you girls for?
  Voices followed:
  - Yes, here is Article 58, or even without any charges at all! What are you for?
  Witcher quipped:
  - Yes, Beria was raped!
  There was a friendly laugh of the girls and exclamations:
  - Yes, she is ours!
  Who squeaked from the darkness:
  - Hang a little of this Beria!
  An ominous voice interrupted:
  -Enough! And so already more than half a thousand men were shot in the yard! We, too, can be taken for a walk with the whole camera!
  Witcher barked:
  - Well, no, if they take me to be shot, I won"t give in like that!
  . CHAPTER #8
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fight for a bright tomorrow together with the girl Margarita Korshunova.
  They fought in Stalingrad. They fought with all colossal courage. And the eternal children did not think to retreat and succumb to the enemy.
  But the forces were unequal and the Nazis gradually moved forward. But very slow and throwing the approaches to the houses, and the streets with the corpses of mercenaries.
  Moscow was surrounded but still fighting. And it also had its beautiful girls. who are truly rich.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita were shooting back in Stalingrad. At the same time, the boy tried to compose something, according to AI.
  Presidential candidate of Belarus Alexander Lukashenko was not allowed to participate in the elections. They found fault with the fact that the Slavic Cathedral withdrew signatures. As a result, there were not six candidates, but five. And the main struggle unfolded between Zenon Pozdnyak and Kebich. The pro-Russian and more moderate Kebich advanced to the second round with a slight margin. And then he won the anti-Russian Poznyak with a big difference.
  Lukashenka protested that he was removed illegally. But in general, there was nothing but noise.
  Kebich won very confidently. And he became the first Belarusian president.
  Soon Belarus entered the ruble zone. The situation in the economy remained in crisis. There wasn't enough money. But the country was in the ruble zone.
  Kebich proposed a process of integration with Russia. The convergence of laws began, the borders opened, the economy united. Supranational bodies were created.
  In 1999 new presidential elections were held in Belarus. The economy was in deep crisis after the Russian default. But the influence of the communists has greatly increased. Lukashenka, on the other hand, quarreled with everyone and did not create his own party, and was pushed aside by other forces. The main struggle unfolded between Kalyakin and Kebich. Zenon Poznyak had lost popularity by this time. As well as the Belarusian Popular Front as a whole.
  The communists became stronger.
  In Russia, history has also changed a bit. Zyuganov won the president a little more votes, although he did not manage to win. Lebed was the Secretary of the Security Council for a couple of months longer. But, in general, this is not so significant. The most important difference is that Chernomyrdin was not dismissed. And as a result, he remained prime minister even after the default. Kebich, however, despite the help of Chernomyrdin, still lost in the second round, and Kalyakin became the president of Belarus.
  And in Russia, after the departure of Yeltsin, Chernomyrdin went to the presidency. The Russian economy has already moved into growth and Viktor Stepanovich, albeit with great difficulty, with the help of Zhirinovsky, who took third place, defeated Zyuganov.
  Thus, in Russia, Chernomyrdin became president, Zhirinovsky became secretary of the security council and first assistant to the president. Putin has so far remained on the sidelines. Zyuganov is the leader of the opposition. Primakov is still Minister of Foreign Affairs.
  So everything went according to plan. Kalyakin continued the process of integration, but not yet united. The economies went up. Chernomyrdin waged war in Chechnya. Negotiated with Maskhadov. And eventually achieved stability there.
  Chernomyrdin won the next election easily over Zyuganov. Kalyakin was also easily elected for a second term. Everything was going more or less smoothly. The Belarusian economy was on the rise.
  But Kalyakin did not go to a third term. His successor was a colleague Novikov.
  Chernomyrdin did not run for a third term either. Chernomyrdin was succeeded by Zhirinovsky. The latter, of course, became much more moderate, but increased pressure on Belarus - demanding accession to Russia.
  The newcomer balked. Because of what he was under sanctions.
  Zhirinovsky was more rigid and pressed harder ... As a result, the pro-Russian forces held a referendum in Belarus, which coincided with a severe economic crisis. And Belarus became part of Russia. This intensified anti-Western sentiment.
  In 2014, Zhirinovsky, taking advantage of the occasion of the Maidan in Ukraine and the overthrow of Yanukovych, sent troops. The Ukrainian army was not combat-ready and the Russians disarmed it. Yanukovych and the Rada, at gunpoint, announced a referendum. Russia annexed this republic to itself.
  In order for Ukrainians to rebel less, Zhirinovsky moved the capital of Russia to Kyiv. And this influenced the results of the referendum. Vladimir Volfovich himself, in the next presidential election, was triumphantly elected for a third term, abolishing all restrictions in a referendum.
  Alexander Lukashenko has retired and has sunk into oblivion. Putin served as chairman of the FSB until 2012, when he was sixty years old. And Zhirinovsky, who liked to rejuvenate the team, did not replace him with a forty-year-old capable officer. The governor of Belarus, who replaced Novik, also became younger.
  Russia, however, fell under the sanctions of the West, but they were not very significant. Zhirinovsky fought in Syria and Iraq. He created his own state for the Kurds and, on the whole, acted more decisively than Vladimir Putin. Moreover, Russia launched a missile attack on Saudi Arabia and sharply inflated oil prices.
  Then a big war began between Iran and the United States. What pushed up oil prices even more. Meanwhile, Russia took and annexed the Baltic States and Moldova. And then, taking advantage of the turmoil in Kazakhstan after the departure of Nazarbayev, she included this republic in her circulation.
  A referendum was also held, and Russia acquired another province.
  Gradually, the restoration of the USSR proceeded.
  In 2020, Zhirinovsky updated the record in the elections for the fourth term of the President of Russia. Until he left.
  And Russia moved across Central Asia. In Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Russian troops appeared and referendums were held on joining Russia.
  So the country was restored to the former borders of the USSR.
  But this was not enough for Zhirinovsky. And he, without unnecessary prejudices, occupied Finland with troops. And there, of course, with an almost 100% result, by holding a referendum. And joining her.
  Thus, Russia returned its own. Relations with China worsened somewhat due to claims to Port Arthur and the eviction of the yellows from Siberia.
  But while China was afraid against Russia and blather.
  But in Alaska there was a military coup, and Russian troops occupied it. And they held a referendum on returning to Russia. At the same time, America was forced to recognize the invalidity of the deal on the sale of Alaska to Russia.
  Thus...
  Oleg Rybachenko stopped and started shooting again.
  The boy fired a burst and then threw a grenade with his bare foot. Scattered the Nazis and tweeted:
  - We are invincible!
  Margarita also fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare toes, crushed the Fritz and yelled:
  - And always united!
  The children fought very bravely.
  The boy again slashed at the enemies with a burst. He threw a grenade at the caterpillar with his bare toes. As a result, two tanks collided. Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to you, our Russian land,
  In the name of sacred Russia,
  Native councils family!
  The girl again threw the grenade with her bare foot. Shot down a dozen fascists and sang:
  - There is a cow on the mountain,
  Be healthy children!
  The boy gave a turn, mowed down the Fritz and chirped:
  - Motherland in my heart,
  Luckily, we'll open the door!
  And after that, his childish leg, threw a grenade. He is a kid who is truly a deadly carrier of destruction.
  Margarita is also an arrow with colossal accuracy.
  The girl took it and sang:
  - No, the vigilant will not fade,
  The gaze of a falcon, eagle-
  The voice of the people is sonorous -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  The girl, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, took it and chirped further;
  Stalin lives in my heart
  So that we do not know sadness -
  Opened the door to space
  The stars were shining above us!
  And the girl laughed. She slashed at the fascists. She knocked out their ranks and squeaked:
  I believe the whole world will wake up -
  There will be an end to fascism...
  The sun will shine brightly
  The way, illuminating communism!
  And again the girl deftly throws a grenade with her bare foot. Pushing each other Nazi tanks.
  Natasha also fights. In Stalingrad, girls are just heroes.
  And sing to themselves with courage:
  - My homeland is the darkness of the universe,
  I can crush the onslaught of evil enemies ...
  I can't love a day without you
  I'm ready to give my life for you!
  And Natasha throws a grenade with her bare foot.
  Next, Zoya is firing. Beautiful girl in a bikini. Will give a turn, mow down the Nazis.
  And then a killer gift will fly from her bare foot.
  Zoya sang, baring her teeth:
  - I love destroying enemies! Such a girl!
  And again, the beauty with her bare toes will start destruction.
  And then Aurora fires. Also a red-haired devil how to drive on the Nazis.
  And with her bare foot, a grenade fired will smear the Wehrmacht fighters on gravel.
  The girl squeaks:
  - Tili, tili, trawl, wali ...
  Beat the Nazis by my strength,
  I can't refuse now!
  And again the warrior shoots accurately.
  Further fire is led by Svetlana. And also with bare toes, she threw an explosion package.
  Well, the Fritz got it.
  The girl, frankly, is a rock warrior.
  And how to sing:
  - Glory to Rus' over the Earth,
  We will always be with a dream!
  And four girls on the Nazis and how they will hit. In general, they are like saints from the battalion of angels of death. And the Nazis in Stalingrad get it.
  But it's getting harder and harder and harder.
  Stalingrad is still holding out, but the Nazis have already been able to take the Dry. There is also a strong fleet from the sea among the Nazis. Including captured British ships.
  They literally wounded the entire coast. And the Turks are advancing from the south. It gets really creepy.
  Natasha and her girls from Sukhimi were able to fly to Stalingrad, capturing a German plywood plane.
  And now, too, in Stalingrad. Like, this city is the fascists, no matter how hard you try not to take it.
  Natasha throws a murderous present with her bare foot, tearing the Nazis into torn meat, and sings:
  - Our life will be wonderful!
  Zoya, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, added, baring her teeth:
  - If, of course, we win!
  And the girl shook her scarlet nipples.
  Aurora, firing, roared:
  - And let our Fatherland be famous!
  And, with bare toes, he will throw a murderous present. Crush opponents, and squeak:
  - Glory to Great Rus'!
  And then Svetlana took the line and blasted it. I carved out a hundred Nazis. Then she launched a grenade with her bare foot, and squeaked:
  - To the new light of science and prosperity!
  And the four girls are fighting again, and they are not going to lower their noses.
  Natashka lifted the explosive package with two bare feet. And because of all her strength, she threw it into a Nazi tank.
  The E-75, having received damage, stopped and began to smoke.
  Natasha sang:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang,
  In all ages, that's why she and Rus'!
  Then Zoya took it and launched a killer present with her bare toes. And another tank of the Nazis stopped, lined.
  Zoya tweeted:
  - Yes, the future is ours!
  Glory to great Russia!
  Aurora fired from a machine gun. Mowed down a lot of fascists. Then she said aggressively:
  - Glory to the heroes of the USSR!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, a grenade flies again. Here is the redheaded girl. Just an invincible terminator.
  And how Svetlana took it, and crushed the Nazis. And knocked them down like a sharp hayfield.
  Then she chirped:
  - Glory to the land of Russia!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, such a deadly fragmentation grenade flies.
  The warrior squeaked:
  - For the Soviet empire!
  Natasha shooting, says:
  - For the greatest of empires!
  And again, something that kills the Nazis with an enormous guarantee flies from her bare foot.
  And the girl sings:
  - Glory to my Motherland -
  Glory to Russia!
  Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare foot. She cut off a lot of Nazis and squeaked:
  - Great Russia - great glory!
  And winked at her companions.
  Girls of course almost naked. In a bikini, tanned, muscular, beautiful, and curvy.
  How charming girls look when almost naked! And why even clothes!
  Next, Aurora actively shoots. And with his bare foot, he will throw something that kills the Nazis.
  Then he sings:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  Svetlana continued to fire. She cut down the Nazis and chirped:
  - For great achievements!
  And with a bare foot, how to launch a grenade. And again, the Nazis are dumb.
  Well done Russian girls. They are people of aerobatics.
  And then there are the pilots: Mirabela and Anastasia. The same as being slapped on the Fritz.
  Yes, Hitler's hordes scatter from such girls.
  Warriors fight on Yak-9. The car seems to be outdated. But quite effective. Although in speed and armament inferior to the Luftwaffe.
  Only one 20 mm cannon and a machine gun for the girls, against an ME-262 with five 30 mm cannons.
  But here Mirabela deftly maneuvers, comes into the tail of the winged fascist vulture. And shoots him. Knocks out metal, burns the enemy clean.
  Then Mirabela sang:
  - Higher and higher and higher
  Airplanes fly like birds...
  We tear down fascist roofs
  And the valor of the soldiers is beyond the borders!
  And here is Anastasia, how she will take it and gouge at the Nazis. She's a terminator girl.
  He will crush the faces of the Nazi bandits, and squeak:
  - Great glory will come for Rus'!
  And also with bare feet will press on the pedals. And another Messerschmitt falls.
  Girls fight in panties alone. And they are very good. They flutter rapidly on weaker engines. And they leave from the shots of the enemy.
  Mirabela cutting off Fritz, squeaks:
  - No crows, you can't beat us!
  And again the warrior creeps out to a deadly distance.
  And the new Nazi machine falls.
  The sandal girl knows what she's doing. And she's doing great.
  Here is a fascist trying to cover the warrior from a distance. And she leaves. And by some miracle, again at the tail of the enemy.
  And knocks down Fritz, squeaking:
  - Nothing is impossible for Russians!
  And again the warrior makes a desperate U-turn. And another car falls pierced.
  Mirabella tweeted:
  - Truly the world has been created for Russia!
  And again, how to get out. And how to give in to the enemy!
  Anastasia also knocks down a German car and squeals:
  - All our land will be famous, but there will be no catch for us!
  And the girls are more and more divergent!
  What can deal with them? Is that an aggressive hurricane!
  More precisely, a hurricane cannot overcome them!
  Natasha meanwhile fights and sings:
  We will fight for Russia!
  And also with a bare foot, how to launch a grenade of a murderous caliber.
  And grind the Nazis into chips of metal and bloody meat.
  Zoya, too, will throw a deadly and red-hot one with her bare foot, and, jumping up, will give out:
  - And for the new order of communism throughout the world!
  And bare his teeth.
  Aurora then fires hard. He shoots himself, mows down the Nazis and squeaks, baring his teeth:
  - For progress!
  And from her bare foot rushes something that is capable of shattering any obstacle.
  And then in the battle Svetlana. Such a killer girl.
  And she's also blonde. How she slashes at the Nazis ... And then a murderous present flies from her bare foot. He will crush the Nazis, and turn them into devilish flames.
  Terminator girls how to hiss:
  - Praise my word of honor!
  Komsomol word!
  Warriors how to shoot at the Nazis. And let's shoot them like rabid dogs.
  Here are the Terminators! And they crush the Nazis - well, devils!
  Natasha said with pathos:
  - We will fight for socialism,
  For our Soviet Russia,
  For a new great order!
  And again, a deadly present flies from her bare foot.
  Zoya also acts quite energetically. Crushes the fascists. And doesn't let them down. And her bare feet flicker like a propeller.
  The Warrior says with fervor:
  - In the name of sacred Rus',
  Russia will be glorified!
  And again the warrior with full excitement fights.
  Then Aurora throws a gift of death with a bare foot. How it sweeps the Nazis in all directions. And says with rage:
  - I am the world champion in boxing!
  And then Svetlana will launch the murderous and destructive. And her bare foot is so nimble.
  And the warrior chirped:
  - I am the strongest in the world,
  We will soak the Nazis in the toilet -
  Does not believe Motherland tear,
  And we will give the evil oligarchs in the brain!
  . CHAPTER #9
  Participating in heavy battles, Vedmakova hardly slept for several days, and therefore, despite the extreme crampedness in the prison cell, stuffiness and stench, she fell asleep almost immediately.
  She dreamed that she was in the Middle Ages and led a rebellion of slaves, becoming a kind of Spartacus in a skirt! After the first success, the brave warrior girl, the muscular girl, gathered the rebels and offered to choose their own leaders.
  Vedmakova, as expected, became the head of an already rather large detachment, and offered the mighty hero Turan as her first deputy.
  And here the slaves were unanimous. Then they chose ten's men. The decimal system is the simplest and Vedmakova decided that nothing should be complicated.
  Armed with trophies, and taking cockroach snails (in a heavy dream, the subconscious of the Witches broke out), they moved on.
  To strengthen her authority and stretch her legs, Vedmakova walked, moving like a cat. Then the girl started running, feeling the small, sharp pebbles of the rocky road with the soles of her bare feet. But the warrior did not pay attention to the pain, moreover, she was ahead of everyone. As it turned out, not in vain. Three enemy fighters sat in ambush, and they could raise a premature alarm. The leader of the uprising climbed a tree and jumped on the enemies from above. Her movements are like a dance of a hybrid of tigers and cobras, a slight cry and subsided with severed heads.
  - That's how I break the resistance!
  Vedmakova could not resist playing for the public, showing severed heads to slaves. There was a roar of approval in response.
  Soon the estates with plantations appeared. The carved houses are real palaces with decorations and statues. Fountains were visible here and there. From one statue in the form of Zeus with butterfly wings and mouths on the stomach, legs and chest: seven jets were beaten. The fields are rich, fat, with a likeness of golden cotton, grain with large spikelets, chickpeas and other things. They employed many slaves. There were both men and women, as well as many children. Of course the overseers, the guards. But in general, of course, there are much more slaves, and with shovels and hoes.
  Vedmakova raised a home-made banner hastily sewn by slave girls: With the image of a Sword and a hoe! Other slaves rushed to the attack.
  Meanwhile, several male and female slaves were hanging from the posts, their hands and feet were pierced with nails. It seems that these children of injustice were doomed to torment. Seeing the approaching liberators, the crucified girl yelled with an unexpectedly strong voice:
  - Retribution has come, beat the owners!
  The leader of the Witcher, as always ahead. Her cockroach snail reared up and knocked down two guards at once. The rest leaned back, one in fear, even ran into his own spear. Intestines protruded from the pierced belly. The girl chuckled.
  - You are weak warriors if you are afraid of a horse!
  Miloslava, who became her squire, fought on the right hand, the axes in the hands of the girl, like the razor of a clever barber. So famously cuts off the fighters.
  Turan did not yield either. He launched a stone that broke the guard's chest, and joined the fray. It was evident that the hard work had done him good, not the muscles of the millstone. True, Vedmakova moved faster.
  The slaves quit working, but have not yet joined the fray. Apparently they were confused. True, the same restless boy, jumping up to the working boys, shouted:
  - You cowards! Who is behind me is the hero, who without me is the lousy pig!
  The boys were the first to respond. They rushed at the overseers. Here is one guy of fourteen years old who hit his "guardian" with a hoe so that his head shattered like a pumpkin. It worked, and the other slaves, even the usually modest and patient girls, rushed into the fray.
  Now the battle was chaotic, but the numerical superiority, as well as desperation, were on the side of the slaves. And, of course, they took over.
  Passa is what is difficult to expect from a girl who studied right in front of her eyes. She grappled with the guard, he began to push her. So she deceived him, took the sword away and hit him right in the neck.
  - That's what I call a snack! - The girl snapped. - Look, don't get drunk!
  The first estate was liberated quickly, the detachment grew right before our eyes. The uprising spread like wildfire engulfing the fields. Vedmakova galloped forward. Horsemen rushed towards him, as a rule, they got to the very top of the head. But the guard did not give up. A particularly stubborn battle was near the seven-string fountain. Here the planters moved the horse reserve into battle.
  The brave Vedmakova was surrounded on all sides. She was rescued only by the extraordinary quickness of a specially fattened cockroach snail. Here is an exact lunge and the chopped opponent falls. However, the girl was first wounded in the shoulder, then in the stomach, and then her leg was nearly cut off. Then Vedmakova began to throw tiny daggers. Sharp as a razor, they fell into the eyes, sometimes into the mouth. However, most of the warriors were half-naked because of the heat, and for such soldiers it is enough to pierce the chest. A few horsemen fell, but the rest pressed on. There were so many swords that they looked like a comb in motion. So they are pouring from all sides.
  But Miloslava, Passa, Turan, and other slaves arrived in time. Having cut into the ranks, they walked like a skating rink, you can see how the corpses flew off, and somehow armed slaves hurried to their aid because of all their strength.
  The infantry attacked the riders, the exhausted slaves avenged the pain and humiliation.
  - Seize the enemy ring and do not let go! - Commanded Vedmakova.
  Before her eyes, a slave with a cut head fell, but a dozen guards fell after him.
  - Take the number! - Ordered the young leader of the uprising.
  More and more slaves entered the battle. It was seen how the boys climbed the horses with a run, rushed at the riders, and used their teeth, used pointed stones.
  The slaves seemed to know no fear, they took revenge for the long years of humiliation, when no one considered them to be people. In addition, many of them were born free and have not yet forgotten the intoxicating aroma of will.
  Having finished with the "equestrian" detachment, Vedmakova moved on. The last serious obstacle on his way was a citadel cut down from large trees. There was quite a lot of security there.
  - Search the estates and grab the ladders. she shouted. - If that's not enough, make them yourself.
  The slaves hastily built assault devices.
  - Stairs should be wide, so that many warriors could pass through them at a time. - Vedmakova pointed out.
  Massacre still raged on other estates. In some places, the servants went over to the side of the rebels, but in a number of cases, out of habit, they resisted. The overseers were killed quickly - these are far from the toughest warriors. The last stronghold of enemy resistance was detinets. Vedmakova, as always, was the first to climb the wall. He was hit several times with an arrow, but fought off the deadly gifts with a shield. The nearest warrior was hit so hard that even though he managed to parry, he tumbled off the wall.
  Miloslava managed to pry off the guard with a hook, also throwing off the enemy. The snow-white Passa has already bewitched the enemy soldiers with its very appearance. While they were looking at her violently heaving breasts, with seductive breasts, the girl kicked in the groin with her feet, and then slashed. Vedmakova, climbing the walls, cut down without pity. The enemy had already lost morale, more and more slaves were climbing the wall. They broke through, there were a lot of stairs, and the guards did not have time to beat them all off. At the bottom, the truth was lying dead and wounded slaves, the assault could not do without losses. Here the slave and the guard grappled together and collapsed from a decent height. They were hurt, but remained, alive, continued to strangle each other.
  The restless boy, Vedmakova forgot to ask his last name, was also on the wall. Taking advantage of his small stature, he slipped between the officer's legs, then kicked him in the back with both feet, simultaneously crashing under the knees. He flew forward, bumping into a pitchfork that was held by an adult slave ..
  - That's so caught that painfully biting! - The boy stuck out his thin tongue, teasing the guards.
  - Oh, you bare-footed snake! - The fighter standing on the right cursed and slashed the boy with a sword.
  The boy leaned back and spat into his eye from his pipe. How desperately the enemy screamed, breaking down. The kid did not stand on ceremony and finished him off with a sword. The child's hands, although thin, were sinewy and strong - hardened by hard work.
  Other boys also showed pressure, fought like hell, squealing and swearing, choosing cool expressions!
  The wall was quickly cleared, inside the battle dragged on a little, fearing the revenge of the slaves, the owners fought desperately. True, regrown bellies are bad helpers in a fight with rabid slaves.
  The main owner, Sheikh Samuma, tried to leave through the underground passage. He took with him a bag of stones and gold. Maybe he had a chance, but greed let him down. The beautiful girl Rakhita, and even with the copper color of her skin, is too much of a temptation.
  - And follow me bitch! - Sheikh grabbed her by the lush hair.
  - No need, I'll go myself, sir! she pleaded.
  - Not a whore! I like to carry you! The sadistic dignitary chuckled.
  - But it hurts! - The slave twitched her bare legs.
  - When we're gone, I'll have you hanged by your hair and set on fire. The Sheikh licked his lips carnivorously.
  - You're a beast! But I love you, believe me!
  The girl snuggled up to the owner, who put his dirty snout to her clean face and began to lick. Here Rakhita's hand found a dagger on the sheikh's belt and thrust it into his swollen stomach with all his might.
  Here's a creature of darkness.
  The Sheikh dropped the bag and let go of his hair. His hands tried to close the deep hole, the intestines fell out.
  - Creature! Echidna! he growled.
  - No! I did the right thing! How many girls and men have you tortured. He even impaled children and nailed them to a post. This is just revenge! - exclaimed the girl.
  - Damn!
  - Goddess! You beat me up! - The slave girl kicked the sheikh's plump, bleeding belly.
  - Few hit! - He wheezed.
  - But noble blood flows in me! - The barefoot slave flashed her teeth.
  - Nothing whore! The troops will crush the rebellion, and you will be so tortured that I will seem like an angel to you! - I found the strength to growl the Sheikh.
  - Do they have a fantasy richer than yours? The girl stuck out her tongue.
  - Enough for you! The rich man twitched and groaned. - Hurt! Bring me facifi ointments.
  - Why? - Slyly inquired the girl.
  - I'll give you this bag of gold. Sheikh begged.
  - He's mine! Okay, just out of mercy, where's the fatsifi ointment? The girl smiled slyly.
  Do you know the closet in the form of a flying cow? - The rich man wheezed, stammering.
  - Yes! I saw such a beautiful one with pebbles.
  - So you need to put your hand in your head, and you can easily get a box of ointment. You will come for me and smear. - Sheikh muttered, almost losing consciousness.
  "Even a villain deserves medical attention. Wait for me!
  The girl ran into the room. She did not care about the rich man, but such a valuable ointment is very rare and useful to the rebels. And then she will betray the hated freak to the rebels.
  The slaves have already fled to the rooms. Two of them saw a beautiful half-naked girl. Healthy guys hungry for female affection rushed to her. The girl worked hard, was muscular, and therefore easily pushed the attacker away, with strong legs, and shouted:
  - If you want to get money. Know that there, in the basement, an aggressive type cries, with a bag of gold.
  - We do not like aggression! - ironically objected guys.
  But he's also rich! - The girl snapped.
  - Then it's better, let's fight! Where is the cellar? - The rebellious slaves chattered.
  - Follow my hand there! The slave waved her right hand.
  Young, black slaves rushed to where her pestle pointed. The girl smiled and ran into the room. The furnishings were quite rich, but disorderly. And here is the locker cast in gold. Rakhita, without thinking twice, stuck her hand in. She slid inward and at that moment her jaw closed.
  Beauty squealed, razor-sharp teeth cutting off her wrist.
  - Oh, how painful! she screamed, then squeezed out. - It's so mean!
  Despite the wild pain, the girl frantically tried to bandage her hand. Vedmakova, hearing women's cries, decided that someone was being raped, and quickly burst into the room. Seeing the beauty covered in blood, she screamed:
  - Who dared to do this?! I'll put his dignity on his ass! - In a fit of anger, the warrior could be rude.
  Tears poured from Rakhita's eyes, not so much even from pain for her, many times a whipped slave is no stranger to, as from the realization that now she is a cripple.
  - It is he! The girl pointed to the closet.
  If that's the case, then it's terrible! - Vedmakova slashed the grinning insect on the head with force. The structure bent from the impact, the softer gold was cut. The warrior continued to beat until she smashed the locker into pieces.
  The girl turned noticeably pale, and the snow-white Passa jumped up to her. She deftly applied a tourniquet, stopping the bleeding. Vedmakova took out a severed hand, the limb turned pale, but was still warm.
  - Great! - We must call Khirov. Maybe he will grow it. The warrior whistled loudly.
  Passa asked:
  - Who advised you to stick your hand here?
  - Samma!
  - What did you put in yourself? - Vedmakova was surprised.
  - No, this freak's name is Samuma. - Corrected the girl.
  - If so, then it needs to be quartered. The warrior rolled her eyes.
  - He's in the basement and badly injured. You will be able to catch him. If you don't breathe.
  Vedmakova tried to hold the brush, when suddenly she turned into a slippery lizard, which tried to sneak away. If the warrior weren"t so dexterous from birth, maybe she succeeded. Especially who grabbed it not by the tail, but by the neck.
  - Wow, weird magic. We must show Khirov.
  The face of the wounded girl became dull, and she lost consciousness.
  Passa picked it up just in time:
  - Nervous girl, but beautiful! It will be a pity if she remains a cripple.
  Well, I hope this gets fixed. Only now Khirov missed somewhere, he promised to be next to me. - Vedmakova shrugged her shoulder in displeasure.
  - I am here! The sorcerer jumped out from behind the door. - I feel magic.
  - And I'm holding it in my hands! - snarled Witch.
  - Well, that's not bad! This is a mixture of a jellyfish and a lizard, you see it is translucent, you can see how three hearts are beating. The warlock chuckled.
  - What is impressive. The girl lost her arm and instead of her a lizard jellyfish. I think, despite all the dexterity of such a creature, this is not an entirely equivalent replacement! - The warrior was by no means inclined to joke.
  - But one of the parts of the body can swim, and this is not bad at all. Some kind of superpower! The sorcerer winked slyly.
  - What does it mean, is it a disability? - I did not understand the Witcher.
  - How to say! After all, it is no longer just an animal, but a part of the female body. And managing animals is difficult. Now this tiny lizard is able to shrink and slip into any gap or climb through the wall. In addition, it is almost invisible, this species is like a chameleon. - Began to explain the sorcerer.
  - Pulsarno! - Said, demonstrating Pass's enthusiasm. - I didn't think it was possible. Cut off the brush and make it spy.
  - It happens that defeat promises big troubles, but this is only a reflection of a future victory. The sorcerer noticed.
  "So you're not going to disenchant her?" - Clarified Vedmakova.
  - No! In war, valor and good intelligence bring victory. To hit, you must first see the target, otherwise you will dislocate your fist. But in order to avoid trouble, the wound must be healed. - Hirovo answered softly.
  - It is not good for a girl to be a cripple. After all, it will spoil her! Can you make it look like a real limb, a human hand? - Vedmakova inquired.
  - I will think! Maybe I can fix it. In general, most magicians are much better at killing than healing. - Hirovo stressed with pressure.
  - I agree with that! Any fool can cripple, not every smart one can cure. - Vedmakova, for persuasiveness, even twisted her finger at the whiskey.
  - Many rude executioners - few doctors!
  The slaves dragged the owner of Samum, it seems that he is dead. Rakhita came to her senses, her face twisted in annoyance.
  - Again he deceived everyone! He left without paying his bills.
  - I'll have him hanged! - Said Vedmakova. - Let his corpse be a warning to all who are vile and greedy. A greedy person is always generous with tears of disappointment!
  - It is reasonable! But who will give me back my hand? The girl was ready to cry.
  - Here he is! - Indicated the leader of the uprising.
  Khirov bowed, a cord caught fire in his hands.
  - Do not worry! You don't have to be crippled. So Rakhita will have to become a great spy for you. After all, you want to take revenge on all the rich and powerful in this empire.
  - Of course. Do not be a slave, humiliated in the dust! - exclaimed the girl.
  - So you can help us! This empire is badly governed, so the grave will fix the hunchbacked system! - The sorcerer emitted a beam of energy from his index finger.
  - Strange! I see a lot of energy in you. And wisdom! I'm ready to join you! - exclaimed the slave.
  - You will be hurt, but you will be able to prevail! Without pain there is no valor, without valor there is no victory! - He declared, demonstrating the philosophical mindset of the sorcerer.
  - I'm a woman - so I'm used to endure. Rakhita nodded.
  - When patience is not enough, singing will help! - Khirov quipped.
  Everyone laughed. Vedmakova was in a good mood. The beginning was victorious, which means there is no time to waste. First of all, it is necessary to form an army of slaves before they scatter. So the people are like iron, until it cools down, give it the desired shape. The warrior girl came out onto the wall, climbed onto the dais and ordered, in a thunderous voice:
  - Trumpet collection collect everyone!
  Passa asked:
  - Women too?!
  - Yes! We'll need every sword. Hurry up, but know that there will be no robberies, we will divide everything equally.
  The collection of slaves took some time, I even had to use whips. Vedmakova herself was forced to help a few of those who did not lose their heads and curb robberies. The girl gave a good blow to the ears of the five most zealous bandits, one even cut off her head. Droplets of blood fell on her face, Vedmakova licked them greedily. It worked. The general gathering was held in the dark by the light of torches. There were thousands of freed slaves, Vedmakova even estimated by eye that there were at least twelve thousand, although there are many children and women among them.
  She performed from the highest tower of the citadel. The sorcerer stood on the opposite side, he controlled the whole gathering. Slaves were brutally exploited, and the weak were executed or slaughtered. So in general, if we take the physical parameters, they looked like good fighters. It's just that they need training. Vedmakova delivered an incendiary speech. She was especially persistent in explaining the need to create a large liberation army.
  - Unity, courage, selflessness - the keys to victory, freedom, happiness! Without discipline there is no army, and without an army one cannot find freedom! Labor has made us stronger, multiplied by the mind will give freedom, and together with good luck will bring happiness!
  So let's become one and break the chains! - The warrior spoke.
  The slaves cheered their approval! Only one slave, with many scars and a proud look, was silent. His gaze expressed the most extreme degree of contempt.
  Vedmakova again offered to choose a single leader of the uprising!
  - The commander is like the top of the pyramid - there should be only one, otherwise even such a solid structure will collapse!
  Slaves screamed:
  -Right! Lead us.
  You great warrior will be our leader! - Unexpectedly managed to outshout all the boy.
  This surprised Vedmakova: how is this even possible. She peered more attentively, in the hands of the child there was something similar to a wind pipe only thicker. And with the help of this device, he rumbled.
  - The boy will go far! What is his name? - The warrior inquired.
  - Dick! I specifically recognized. Pass said.
  - Simple name! - Vedmakova was clearly expecting something more exotic.
  - Why complexity!
  - Let's vote! - announced the sorcerer. He had such a thunderous voice that the palm trees shook. - Whoever is in favor of the Witcher warrior being the leader, raise your right hand! Vote for truth, freedom and honor! And your life will be such that the gods envy! -
  The slaves, overwhelmed by enthusiasm, almost unanimously threw up their right hands. They looked like a warrior, and their unanimity led to the idea that, if Hirov had used his charms here.
  Isn't it true that his arrival gave them freedom and the opportunity to feel like real people. So, it is natural to meet Vedmakova like rain in a drought. Joy was read on the faces of the former slaves. It was like waking up.
  Here, with general jubilation, a mighty slave, richly decorated with scars, stepped forward. He spoke in his deep voice.
  - There were, and will be, many who want to lead to happiness. But do you have the moral right to do so!
  - Which!? - The Witcher grinned her mouth full of teeth. The biceps on his bare arms bulged.
  - Who are you?! A descendant of a noble family, or a commoner. Or maybe even a runaway slave like Gissor. He also promised a lot, but ended his life on a stake. And with him twenty thousand slaves. - Chopped off by a mighty slave.
  - A lot will depend on us. I see scars on you, you were most likely not born a slave, I can distinguish the wounds caused by a whip or a sword with spears! - Said Vedmakova.
  - You guessed the warrior unknown to me! I am the Comte de Forsa, descendant of fearsome kings. But do you know your father's name? - Asked a noble slave.
  - The nobility of the family has the same relation to courage, as the length of the hair to the mind! - Parried Vedmakova and immediately added. -No valor of the ancestors will help the coward!
  - You speak beautifully. Like a fairground jester, how brave is your heart? The slave raised his eyebrows menacingly.
  - Well, you're a hero! Count, but measured against the fate of a slave, where was your pride and courage! - Vedmakova has already begun to wind up.
  I had my own reasons for this. And what, you don't need to know, less knowledge - it's easier to die! I challenge you to a fight to the death, and if you dare not only in words, then you will accept the challenge! roared the Comte de Force.
  - You can be sure of that! The warrior snapped.
  The slaves cleared the arena. Witcher came down and checked the sword. Her opponent stood in front of her. He had his own weapon at once, two sharply sharpened swords. Just in case, the warrior took out another sword from her bosom.
  Count de Force was much taller than the Witchers, much broader in the shoulders, although he did not seem so muscular and embossed, a girl worthy of becoming a world fitness champion. However, there was no fat, and the tendon ligaments were tight and swollen. In addition, there was a huge experience in every movement, and the jumping gait spoke volumes. A smirk played on their faces, it was no longer contemptuous, but rather sympathetic.
  - Well, you got stuck, girl! You will not envy. The Count showed her his fist.
  - Why are you so self-confident? The Witcher's anger intensified.
  - I won many fights and tournaments. In my kingdom, I was considered one of the best fighters, many considered me even the best. - Forsa, shook his chest muscles, which looked like two shields standing next to each other.
  - It's because you fought only with the nobility, and they have degenerated and grown fat. Now, if you got along with a talented commoner, little of your glory remained! - Confidently answered Vedmakova.
  - Lay the dog until a stick walked along the back, or rather my sword! - All the fullness of arrogance returned to the count.
  - This is very interesting! A blade made of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a talker and a coward! - Vedmakova did not cease to shine with eloquence.
  - Well, this is most likely to apply to you, female bastard! Forsa growled.
  - Maybe stop fencing in tongues, and use something harder! - Vedmakova reproduced an elegant figure eight.
  - Mutually!
  The count and the leader of the rebels met face to face. The swords were moving swiftly, striking with full force. Sparks flew from the blows, a ringing was heard.
  The count attacked several times. He tried the double-barrel technique, but Vedmakova repulsed the attacks, noting that her noble opponent had decent speed.
  - What are you playing!
  - On the strings of death!
  The Count again brought down a series of blows, he tried complex combinations. Vedmakova retreated slightly, made a counterattack, slightly catching the enemy by the chest.
  She studied the movements of an experienced warrior, not hurrying to bed. The Count grinned, his eyes twinkling:
  - You are not so simple at all! Maybe not even quite a slave, although you walk barefoot.
  - I was born free and lived in the forest! My neck has never known a yoke. It is unthinkable to submit to force. A truly free person submits to three things - reason, love, God. A slave in his soul is submissive - to passions, lust, God's servants! - Beautifully answered Vedmakova.
  You're right about the last one! It is you who are truly right, these priests and priests set me up! - The count made a double fan, then the "clamshell" technique, but did not succeed. - I will be pleased to talk with you over a glass of wine, unless of course I kill you.
  - A mug of wine is like an ocean - if you get carried away, you lose the ground under your feet! - Said the warrior.
  - But you feel more free. How about this approach.
  He held a trident, then a butterfly. In response, Vedmakova hit the meeting harder. The Count staggered back. Then the contest resumed again, Forsa moving like a wind-up, he realized that his opponent was too strong to take her out of the blue. Then, having accustomed Vedmakova to a certain sequence of movements, the count suddenly changed the trajectory of the sword and hit the girl on a muscular, but along with a feminine chest. Blood flowed, the scratch was deep. The wound did not break Vedmakova, but on the contrary, gave her strength. The girl went on the offensive, the swords flashing in a bizarre dance. And although from the outside it seemed that the warrior had completely lost her head and was furious, but life in the forest and hunting from infancy taught her to keep her mind in the most fierce battle. It was hard for the Count to hold back such pressure, he retreated, parrying with difficulty. Vedmakova caught the moment when the slave dignitary recoiled, as if she had punched him under the knee. The blow hit the tendon and the count buckled, his speed dropped. Then the girl held her own reception, she herself invented it, calling it the nine-headed dragon. Only a well-trained fighter could carry out such a thing. Moreover, the last ninth attack was almost irresistible. Here it was a matter of mechanics, reflecting the attack, the brush was too weakened, parrying attacks, and therefore the last attack finished off. For the first time, the warrior held a reception on a rather skillful and fast partner, and when he gasped, dropping his sword, it became clear that the novelty was a success.
  The count turned pale, he lost his strength.
  - You're a lucky whore!
  - Not really! Luck is unsteady like sand - only diligence will bind it with cement.
  Vedmakova again wounded the enemy, but not deeply - she did not want to kill or maim. Striking again, she made a lunge, the count mechanically parried and, the warrior knocked out her club-footed sword. The slave dignitary turned out to be completely unarmed. Vedmakova threw away her swords, rushed at the enemy, and tripped the count down. Her hands locked his limb in a lock.
  - Giving up? The panther's eyes flashed.
  - I'm a count, I'll surrender to a barefoot slave!
  Vedmakova objected with fervor:
  - Not a slave, but a fighter for a just cause! You yourself were a slave and understood what humiliation is, and yet they are other people, no worse than us. So ask your conscience!
  . CHAPTER #10
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought on the front line. The boy and girl are already pretty bored from the protracted war. Constantly killing and shooting is also annoying.
  It's like in a game. The same shooter will get bored sooner or later.
  The children are tired of firing and constantly throwing grenades with their bare feet.
  The boy gave his turn. Killed the fascists.
  And said:
  - Maeta!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare feet. She scattered the Fritz and cooed with delight:
  - We will have new, very big victories!
  But it's already boring. Even the fact that from the throw of the boy's bare feet, the Nazi tanks are pushed sideways.
  Oleg then began to compose.
  Another alternate history. Zyuganov did not vote for Stepashin's candidacy and neither did the three communist factions.
  It ended with the dissolution of the State Duma and early elections in September 1999.
  Of course, the communists were stronger than ever. And they went to the elections, relying on the achievements of the Primakov government, where they played a prominent role. The Unity bloc has not yet been created. Putin did not appear as prime minister. And the invasion of militants into Dagestan only added votes to the left and killed the power of the authorities.
  In general, the government turned out to be disorganized. The NDR weakened and collapsed, and there was no new ready-made party. Yes, and Stepashin, being appointed prime minister, did not head the ruling party. And then Yeltsin fired him altogether.
  In short, the parliamentary elections resulted in a landslide victory for the left.
  The triumph of the communists was impressive. In addition, the Primakov-Luzhkov bloc did not have time to unwind. But still he managed to get registered together with the farmers. And took second place. The third was "Yabloko", which was well promoted. Fourth place was taken by the Liberal Democratic Party. But largely due to the fact that the pro-presidential channels actively promoted this party.
  And Yeltsin even gave, more precisely, awarded Zhirinovsky the rank of general.
  So everything happened according to a special scenario.
  The opposition seized power in the State Duma. And Yeltsin agreed to leave voluntarily, officially appointing Primakov as his successor. Zyuganov also became the prime minister and the right hand.
  This, in general, suited the communists. And a compromise was reached. Basayev and Khattab were squeezed out of Dagestan. But they did not send troops into Chechnya itself.
  A civil war soon broke out there and the division into several factions.
  Russia helped Maskhadov and Kadyrov. Primakov easily won the presidential elections in Russia. The second unexpectedly was Zhirinovsky - who had no other competitors in his electorate, and the liberal Yavlinsky was not his rival.
  Oleg Rybachenko interrupted the composition. No, it's not interesting. Again, a topic already covered, after Primakov, Zyuganov, and the restoration of the USSR. Tired!
  Something might be more interesting to compose. For example, about space.
  The boy began to think.
  The new capital of the Great Russian Empire was called Petrograd-Galaktik. It was founded in the constellation Sagittarius, almost in the very center of the galaxy. Both stars and planets were much denser here than on the outskirts of the Milky Way, where the old Earth found shelter. The Western Confederate troops were completely driven out of the core. However, the war did not pass without a trace: thousands of planets were destroyed, only memories remained of the Earth. This was the main reason for the transfer of the capital to the richest and most peaceful place in the galaxy. It is very difficult to break through here, therefore, even in the conditions of a total space war, where the front line is an abstract concept, and the rear is a convention, the core has become the main Russian base and industrial stronghold. The capital has grown and completely swallowed up the planet Kishish, turning into a gigantic metropolis. A giant city capable of impressing any reasonable individual. Numerous flying machines cut through the purple sky.
  Marshal Maxim Troshev was summoned to the Minister of Defense, Super Marshal Igor Roerich. The upcoming meeting was a sign of a sharply increased activity of the enemy. The war, which had bothered everyone, devoured resources like a predatory funnel, trillions of people died on it, and no one could achieve the desired success. Militarization left its mark on the architecture of Petrograd-Galaktik. Huge skyscrapers stand in even rows, they are cells on the chessboard of the city. This involuntarily reminded the marshal of building space armadas. During the last battle, large Russian starships also took up their positions, then suddenly broke formation, hitting the enemy flagship. A well-planned battle escalated into a melee as several ships collided, exploding in monstrously bright flashes. The vacuum was painted as if gigantic volcanoes erupted at once and fiery rivers flowed, streams of hellish flames overflowed their banks, covering with a destructive wave. In a chaotic battle, the army of Great Russia was successful, but the victory came at an extremely high price. Several thousand spaceships turned into streams of elementary particles. True, the enemy suffered even greater losses. The Russians knew how to fight, but the confederation, which included many races, snapped furiously, putting up stubborn resistance.
  The main problem was that the center of the confederation, located in the Tom galaxy, was very difficult to destroy. The ancient civilization of maple-shaped dags, which lived in this cluster of stars for millions of years, built an impregnable fortress, surrounded itself with a powerful line of defense full of traps.
  To break into this space "Mannerheim", the entire Russian army is not enough. It was not possible to put an end to the war. Planets and systems changed hands many times. The marshal looked around the capital with a sense of nostalgia. Scurrying grav-planes and flaners were painted in camouflage colors, the dual purpose of aircraft was felt everywhere. Some of the buildings looked like gigantic tanks or infantry fighting vehicles with caterpillars instead of entrances. It was amusing to watch how a waterfall erupted from the muzzle of such a winged tank, blue and emerald water reflected four "suns", playing in dozens of shades, and exotic trees and huge flowers grew on the trunk and wings, forming outlandish hanging gardens. Modern, only giant-sized skyscraper tanks, as a rule, are streamlined, armed with many guns. Living in such houses is convenient and comfortable, although in the event of an attack on the capital, a similar building turned into a powerful combat unit in five minutes. Passers-by of all classes, and even small children, were in army uniform or in the clothes of various paramilitary organizations. Homing cyber-mines hovered high in the stratosphere, looking like colorful balls. The luminaries illuminated the vault of heaven, flooded the smooth mirrored boulevards with dazzling rays. Maxim Troshev was not accustomed to such excesses.
  "The stars are too dense here. And it's too hot for me."
  The marshal wiped sweat from his forehead and turned on the ventilation. The further flight passed without problems, soon the building of the Ministry of Defense appeared. At the entrance stood four combat vehicles. Luchiars, prickly in suckers - animals with a sense of smell fifteen times stronger than a dog's - surrounded Troshev. The supermarshal's cyclopean palace ran deep underground, its thick walls housing plasma cannons and cascade lasers. The insides of the deep bunker were simple - luxury was not encouraged. Prior to this, Troshev saw his boss only in a three-dimensional projection. The Supermarshal was an elderly, experienced warrior of one hundred and twenty years. I had to go down on a high-speed elevator, penetrating underground for a dozen kilometers.
  Having passed the cordon of elite guards and combat robots, the marshal entered the office, where a plasma computer simulated a deployed hologram of the galaxy with marks of the concentration of Russian troops and places of alleged enemy strikes. Smaller holograms hung nearby, images of other galaxies were visible. Control over them was not continuous, interspersed among the stars were independent states inhabited by intelligent, sometimes very strange races. Troshev did not look at this splendor for long, he had to make another report. Igor Roerich looked young, his face was almost without wrinkles, thick blond hair. It seemed that he could live and live, but Russian medicine in wartime conditions was not too interested in prolonging human life. On the contrary, the rapid change of generations spurred evolution, was in favor of the ruthless war selector. The term of life was limited to one hundred and fifty years. Even for the elite. Well, the birth rate remained very high, abortions were only for handicapped children, and contraceptives were prohibited. The Supermarshal turned his gaze to Troshev, who had entered.
  - And here you are, Maxim. Reset all the data to the computer, it will process and issue a solution. What can you say about recent events?
  - The Confederates and their allies learned a good lesson. The scales are tilting in our favor. Over the last ten battles, the vast majority of battles have been won.
  Roerich nodded.
  - I know it. But the allies of the Confederates, the Dagi, became noticeably more active. They begin to pose a serious threat.
  - Agree.
  Roerich flipped the image on the hologram and slightly enlarged it.
  - Before you Galaxy Smoor. Here is the second largest stronghold of the Dags. This is where we will strike the main blow. If successful, we will be able to win the war within seventy, a maximum of a hundred years. And if we fail, the war will drag on for many centuries. You have proven yourself to be a competent commander, and therefore I suggest that you lead Operation Steel Hammer. It's clear?
  "Yes, exactly, Your Excellency.
  Igor frowned.
  Why such titles? Address simply: Comrade Supermarshal. Where did you get this?
  Maxim was embarrassed.
  - I, Comrade Supermarshal, studied with the Bings. They preached the old imperial style.
  - Clear. But now the empire is different, the chairman simplified the old customs and procedures. Moreover, a change of power is coming soon, and we will have a new elder brother and supreme commander. Perhaps I'll be fired, and if Operation Hammer of Steel succeeds, they'll put you in my place. It is necessary to study in advance, this is a huge responsibility.
  The marshal was more than three times younger than Roerich, and therefore the patronizing tone was very appropriate and did not cause offense. Although there is about to be a change of leader, and their new leader will be younger than both of them. Naturally, it will be the best.
  - I'm ready. I serve great Russia!
  - So go. My generals will fill you in on the details.
  Saluting, the marshal retired.
  The corridors of the bunker were painted khaki. The operational headquarters was located below. Numerous photonic and plasma computers processed the information flowing in from various points of the metagalaxy at an accelerated pace. There was a long routine work ahead, and the marshal was released only after an hour and a half. Now he was waiting for a protracted hyperjump into a neighboring galaxy. Huge forces should gather there, almost a sixth of the entire Russian space fleet. Several million starships. After the small details were settled, the marshal rose to the surface. The deep chill was replaced by intense heat. Four luminaries gathered at the zenith and, bristling with crowns mercilessly licking the sky, poured streams of particles onto the planet. Cascades of light streamed down mirrored streets. Maxim jumped into the gravity plane, it was comfortable and cool inside, and rushed to the outskirts. He had never been to Petrograd-Galaktika before, and he wanted to see with his own eyes the capital, populated by three hundred billion inhabitants. He left the military sector, and everything changed, cheered up. Buildings with an original composition appeared, he would call them, perhaps, luxurious - representatives of the privileged class settled in them. During the total war, the layer of oligarchs decreased, but it was not completely destroyed. The palaces were real works of art. One of them looked like a medieval castle, where palm trees rose instead of parapet teeth. The other stood on thin legs, and under it stretched the freeway, he looked like a brightly colored, star-shaped spider. Many buildings where poorer people lived also did not evoke associations with barracks; on the contrary, imposing facades glittered, decorated with statues of leaders and generals of past centuries. Not everything should be painted over with khaki, thought Troshev. In addition, perhaps the most populous city in the universe must have beautiful architecture. Particularly colorful was the tourist sector, with its moving walkways, buildings shaped like gigantic roses, tulips in full bloom and intertwined, daisies strung together, and exotic animals bizarrely intermingled. Apparently, it is interesting to live in a bear or a saber-toothed tiger, it pleases children. However, adults are also amazed when such a structure moves or plays. An indelible impression on the marshal was made by a twelve-headed rotating dragon, multi-colored fountains illuminated by neon were beating from each mouth. In general, there were a great many fountains of the most bizarre forms, throwing multi-colored jets hundreds of meters into the sky. And how beautiful they are, in the light of four suns weaving into a water ornament, a fabulous, unique play of colors. The children here were cheerful and beautiful: colorful clothes gave them a resemblance to fairy-tale elves. There were not only people here, half of the audience were foreigners. However, the alien children enjoyed playing with the human children. Troshev also met intelligent plants. Lush golden-headed dandelions with four legs and two thin handles. Their little ones had only two legs, and their golden heads were thickly studded with emerald spots. Maxim knew this race well - Gapi, three-sex plant creatures, peaceful, but by the will of fate drawn into an all-out interstellar war and become natural allies of Great Russia.
  Enough representatives of other races - mostly neutral states and planets. They wanted to see the incredible capital of the empire. Here the war seems distant and unreal, it is removed by thousands of parsecs, and yet, the uneasy feeling did not leave the marshal. The thought arose in my head that intelligent beings also live on those planets that they will have to attack, and whole billions of thinking creatures will die. Streams of blood will be shed, thousands of cities and villages will be destroyed. But he is a marshal of the empire, and he must do his duty.
  After admiring the tourist center, the marshal ordered the gravity plane to be deployed and headed for the industrial districts. The houses here were a little lower, simple layout. Factories were located deep underground.
  As soon as the graviplane landed, a flock of barefoot guys immediately rushed towards it with rags and cleaning products. Thin ragamuffins in rags of already tired faded khaki, with large ragged holes. Deeply tanned, almost black. It seems that the protracted war forced to tighten their belts. Troshev had sympathy. The driver, Captain Fox, did not share such sentiments.
  - Well, rats, get out of here! Marshall is coming! he snapped.
  The homeless children rushed in all directions, all that was visible was how dirty heels flickered. It is hard to walk barefoot on a surface that is hot on four "suns" at once, and the poor children did not know what shoes were. One of the boys, however, turned out to be bolder than the others and, turning around, showed the middle finger. The captain drew his blaster and fired at the impudent boy, he would have killed him, but the marshal managed at the last moment to push the captain's arm. The charge flew past, making a funnel in the pavement, fragments of molten stone fell on the boy's bare legs, and he collapsed to the asphalt. By an effort of will, the future warrior managed to restrain a cry and, enduring pain, got up. Maxim gave the captain a hard slap in the face.
  - Three days in the guardhouse. Quietly, hands at the seams! - The marshal commanded in a menacing tone - Children are our property, and we must protect them, not kill them. Got it, freak?
  Lisa stretched out his arms at his sides. He nodded briefly.
  - Answer according to the charter.
  - Yes sir.
  Maxim looked at the boy. He was fair-haired, with a handsome, sly face, muscular. Under the torn T-shirt, a strong press lined with chocolate bars is visible.
  -What is your name?
  - Janesh Kowalski! - At the top of his lungs barked ragamuffin.
  - I see in you the makings of a strong warrior. Do you want to enter the Zhukov School?
  The boy was despondent.
  - I would be glad, but my parents are simple workers and will not be able to pay for my education.
  Marshall smiled.
  - You will be enrolled for free. You, as I see it, are physically strong, and your eyes speak of mental abilities. The main thing is to study well. These are difficult times, but when the war ends, even the workers will live in good conditions.
  - The enemy will be defeated! We will win! - Yanesh shouted at the top of his voice again.
  - Then take a place in the ranks, soldier. And for starters - in my car.
  Lisa winced. The boy was dirty, and after him you have to wash the interior.
  Having risen, the gravity plane rushed to the government quarters.
  Yanesh, holding his breath, studied the huge, luxuriously decorated houses.
  - We are not allowed into the central sector, and this is so interesting.
  - You'll see more.
  Nevertheless, the marshal, driven by a sense of compassion, ordered to fly up to the tourist center. The boy looked into his eyes, literally devouring what he saw. It was noticeable that he wanted to jump out of the car, run along the moving sidewalk, climb one of the mind-blowing rides.
  The usually stern Maxim that day was, as never before, kind and gentle.
  - If you want, take a ride on the "mountain of joy", and after that immediately to me. Take the money or they won't let you in.
  Marshal held out a piece of paper.
  Yanesh rushed to the rides, but his appearance was too conspicuous.
  At the entrance to the space-ninja-hall he was stopped by massive robots.
  -Boy, you are badly dressed, obviously from poor neighborhoods. You should be apprehended and brought to the station.
  The boy tried to run away, but they hit him with a stunner, knocking him onto the asphalt. Troshev had to jump out of the car and go investigate.
  - Wait, this cadet is with me.
  The militiamen who pulled themselves up stopped, staring at the marshal. Maxim was in field uniform, but the commander's epaulettes sparkled brightly in the four suns.
  The eldest of the patrolmen, a police lieutenant, saluted.
  "Excuse me, marshal, but the instructions forbid beggars from entering the center where we receive guests from all over the galaxy.
  Maxim himself understood that he had made a mistake by releasing a ragamuffin in such a respectable area. But he didn't want to show his ignorance.
  This boy is a spy. He carried out the task of the high command.
  The lieutenant nodded and pressed the button on his pistol. Janesh Kowalski twitched and came to his senses. Marshal smiled and held out his hand. At that moment, the four Inogalacts suddenly bristled with beamers. Externally, the aliens resembled roughly hewn stumps with blue-brown bark, their limbs were knotty and crooked. Before the monsters had time to open fire, Maxim fell to the floor, pulling out his blaster. Fiery trails passed along the top, crashed into a colorful statue, spraying a picturesque pedestal into photons. Troshev cut off the two attackers with a laser beam, the two surviving inogalacts leaned to the side. One of them was also overtaken by an inexorable beam, but the second managed to take cover behind the ledge of the facade. The monster fired from three hands at once and, although Maxim moved quickly, he was slightly hurt - he burned his side and injured his right hand. On a tangent, the enemy's rays hit the "crazy water lily" attraction. An explosion followed.
  Before the marshal's eyes floated, but he was surprised to see how Yanesh pulled out a piece of the slab and launched it at the enemy. Maxim was amazed at the inhuman power hidden in this frail-looking teenager ... The throw turned out to be accurate, right in a row of five eyes. The creature twitched and staggered forward. This was enough for Maxim's well-aimed shot to end the monster's life.
  The fight ended quickly. During it, the police did not even try to open fire. Marshal immediately noticed this.
  - All the best fights on the fronts, and in the rear, on the streets of cities, cowards sit out.
  The plump lieutenant turned pale. Went to Maxim.
  - Comrade Marshal, I beg your pardon, but they had heavy beam-throwers, and we...
  - And what's that! Maxim pointed to the blaster at the patrolman's belt. - A fly swatter? It's a pity, apparently, there won't be any work for you in the capital. You will not sit idle, I will try to send you to the front.
  Having beckoned the boy with a gesture, Maxim helped him jump on board the gravity plane, and then shook his hand firmly.
  - Well, you're an eagle. I'm glad I didn't make a mistake about you.
  Kovalsky winked in a friendly way, his voice sounded rather loud and joyful.
  - I only made one successful throw. I could...
  - You will have an opportunity. Graduate from college - and immediately into battle. You have your whole life ahead of you, you will still fight to the eyeballs.
  - War is great! The boy exclaimed enthusiastically. - I want to immediately go to the front, pick up a beam gun ...
  - You can"t do it right away, you will be killed in the first battle. Get a degree first.
  Yanesh sniffed offendedly. He was confident in his abilities, he thought that he already knew how to do so much, including shooting. Meanwhile, the gravity glider was flying over the huge Michurinsky park. Gigantic trees grew there, some of them reaching a height of several hundred meters. And the fruits were so huge that, having eaten the middle, you can settle inside. Genetically modified pineapples with a golden peel looked appetizing. True, contrary to expectations, they did not arouse much admiration for the boy.
  - I have been in such forests before. - Janesh explained. - Unlike the central quarters, everyone is allowed in there. Although it's a long walk to get there.
  - Maybe! - Said Maxim. - And yet, admire what plants are here ... There is a mushroom, a whole platoon can fit under it.
  - Just a semblance of a large fly agaric. He is inedible. I remember I collected a whole bag of cut pieces of fruit. I like pavarara - thin skin, and the taste is just amazing. Figs are nothing compared to him. You have to be careful when you cut. It can burst, and there the stream is like a waterfall - it will blow you away, you won"t even have time to utter a word. The fruit here is too big. You have to carry them piece by piece in a plastic bag, which is very inconvenient.
  Maxim slapped Janesh on the shoulder.
  - Not everything is measured by food. Let's go down and pick some flowers.
  - Girl as a gift! Why not!
  The boy's hands reached for the steering wheel. Captain Fox slapped his fingers viciously.
  - Don't touch the wheel, puppy.
  And then, in response, he received another reprimand from the marshal.
  "You only have the courage to fight a child.
  - I'm sorry, Your Excellency!
  Janesh couldn't help but laugh.
  - If you want, try. - Allowed Maxim.
  - I have experience in simulators, - said Yanesh.
  Without a shadow of doubt or fear, Kowalski put his hands on the steering wheel and steered the car down. Apparently, he really had remarkable abilities. The graviplane swept past the tops of gigantic trees.
  Maxim did not interfere, allowing the boy to control the aircraft. I must say that he coped with his task very successfully, maneuvering between gigantic trunks, he never crashed, demonstrating virtuoso technique beyond his years. However, even if it crashed, it's not a big problem, the gravioplane has a perfect security system. Finally, they sat down in a clearing strewn with small but fabulously beautiful flowers. It seemed that the good wizard generously scattered the jewels. His eyes rippled from a complex range of colors, and the intoxicating smell caused indescribable delight.
  Yanesh even whistled in admiration. When they landed, the boy jumped out and began to pluck the flowers, picking up a whole armful. Maxim was cool-headed, he liked the landscape and, nevertheless, something caused alarm. Feeling threatened. Having gone through fire and water, the marshal used to trust his intuition, she rarely let him down. In principle, life forms dangerous to humans should not be found in the capital of a great empire. Here is something different. Maxim beckoned the boy and softly whispered in his ear:
  - Enemies are with us. Hide the flowers and come with me.
  Janez's eyes sparkled.
  - I'm ready.
  Leaving the bouquet in the car under the supervision of Captain Fox, Maxim and Yanesh moved deep into the forest. Of course, troops should have been called in and combed the area. But Maxim was captivated by excitement. Janesh, of course, possessed romantic aspirations, he imagined himself a military intelligence officer and rejoiced at this. They made their way through the jungle, trying not to make any noise. Yanesh managed to burn his bare legs on purple nettles, but restrained himself, although the skin up to the knees was covered with large blisters.
  "Be careful," Maxim whispered. - In the forest, in every blade of grass, danger is hidden.
  "We need protective camouflage here," Janesh whispered. The rags barely hid the body, something was crawling up the legs. Large insects, and Janesh learned this at school, people are not eaten on this planet. The most dangerous species of arthropods were destroyed at the genetic level, it was not enough for the center of the capital to become a source of infection or epidemic. They walked on in silence. Suddenly Maxim froze. Small living creatures behaved uneasily, as if someone had frightened her away. The marshal took the boy by the hand and whispered in his ear:
  - There's an ambush ahead!
  Maxim took out a sound pickup from his pocket and carefully listened to the surrounding area. Indeed, five human fighters and about the same number of inogalacts lay down nearby. Well, with such a balance of forces, it is better not to engage in battle, but to bypass the enemy.
  And so they did.
  The experienced soldier and the green boy moved in sync. I had to go through dense thickets of bushes, drowning ankle-deep in mosses. With great difficulty, the marshal calculated the gap in the live chain and managed to slip through in this place. They were lucky, none of the aliens had animal instincts or phenomenal hearing. The sound pickup was already able to distinguish softly spoken words.
  - Mr. Resident, you demand the impossible from me.
  In response, a voice like a croak.
  - And you, General, are accustomed to only taking money without working it off to the fullest.
  Judging by the timbre, he belonged to a non-humanoid race.
  - You were paid half a million, so what? Outdated information about spy satellites.
  "It's not my fault," the human voice continued to justify itself languidly. - Information of this kind, in principle, becomes outdated very quickly. I am not omnipotent.
  - We immediately understood this, it's easier to say that you are weak. When it comes to attacking the Kremlin system, you and your accomplices will be of little use.
  Maxim shuddered. Will it really come to an attack on the most powerful line of defense covering the capital and the entire center of the galaxy? The "Kremlin" system, according to its creators, is impregnable and, nevertheless, if the enemies are activated in the very heart of the empire, this leads to sad reflections.
  - Know, man, soon we will use a fundamentally new weapon, and with its help, Russian starships will turn to dust before they reach the effective range. Then our army, like an all-penetrating gravitational wave, will flood the Russian spaces, subdue the imperial worlds.
  Maxim caught a suppressed sigh, apparently, such a prospect was not particularly to the liking of the traitor. However, he replied:
  - The Fifth Column is as active as ever, and your invasion will go according to plan.
  - Your task for the near future is to create a dozen strongholds in the capital for our strike groups. Mercenaries will infiltrate here under the guise of tourists, hide in the forests, and then play their part in the general strike.
  - So it will be.
  - And look, man, if the attack of our starships fails, it will be worse for you. Own counterintelligence will tear to pieces, and the execution will be slow and painful.
  Although Maxim did not see who was talking, he was sure that SMERSH would be able to figure out the traitor by his voice.
  - We need information about all the latest appointments in the enemy leadership. Everything you know.
  - According to my information, the young Marshal Maxim Troshev was appointed to command a star fleet in the Smoor galaxy. There is no exact information about him, but ...
  - Everything is clear, the Russians are preparing a major offensive there. As always. The new commander is a sudden blow by large forces.
  Maxim shuddered, he wanted to rush forward and strangle the degenerate. The operation is in jeopardy.
  - I think so it is. As for other assignments...
  The traitor enumerated long and tediously, but Maxim had already formed a plan in his head. Firstly, you need to quietly leave this place, and secondly, urgently contact SMERSH. There they will decide whether to immediately neutralize the spy network or wait. After all, the identified traitors are not dangerous, and disinformation can be leaked through them. The main thing - no initiative. However, the boy, who had been sitting quietly until now, stirred, it was noticeable that youthful energy was in full swing.
  "Maybe we can hit them with a laser, Mr. Marshal?"
  "No, not at all," Maxim whispered. - Intelligence for that and intelligence to collect information and report it to the right person. And if you break the order, I will personally shoot you.
  The marshal raised his ray gun menacingly.
  Yanesh nodded.
  - Orders are not discussed.
  Maxim regretted taking the boy with him. And what if they hear their whisper ... Meanwhile, a squeak was heard in the sound pickup, the alien spoke again.
  - Tell "Jupiter" that if he does not help us, we can betray him by sacrificing this pawn. Then your Supreme will become enraged, and mercy is not among his shortcomings.
  "Yes," Maxim thought, "the leader must be tough." Once he was one of the chosen thousand, however, he had a chance to become a leader only in the event of the sudden death of the ruling dictator. A thousand are selected every year, and the rotation of the supreme power occurs once every thirty years. But this chance was also missed. Firstly, Maxim's character was too soft, and secondly, the paranormal abilities, so violent in childhood, began to weaken with age. However, to become a marshal when you are not, and forty ... it says something.
  - Don't touch Jupiter. He is your main hope. Without it, the chances of winning the war are negligible.
  Inogalact clucked something unintelligible in response. Then he articulated:
  - "Jupiter" is valuable when active. Because of his inaction, our troops are suffering too many losses. Be that as it may, you will give him our instructions. Until then, you can go.
  - That's it, you can leave, - Maxim sighed with relief. At that moment, refuting his words, an explosion thundered. A shootout ensued.
  - Damn it! Change again...
  The marshal bent down, and only joyful sparks flashed in Yanesh's eyes.
  . CHAPTER #11
  - You speak conscience! - growled the arrogant slave.
  - So that happiness belongs to everyone, and not to a handful of the elect. For this holy cause, I raised my sword! - exclaimed Witch.
  The Count was skeptical:
  - No! I believe you are driven either by resentment or a lust for power! There were uprisings of slaves, and it ended only with a massacre. These are the consequences of any rebellion.
  - It will not be a riot, but a revolution. The most important thing will happen later, after the victory! - The warrior said with strong enthusiasm.
  - Revolution? Strange word, did you come up with it yourself? Forsa was surprised.
  - Not really! This term was called to me by an angel in a dream. - With inspiration I turned on Vedmakov.
  - An angel or one of the black gods! Prophetic dreams are cunning. The Count hesitated.
  - In any case, you will have a chance to change people's lives for the better and become better yourself! All troubles come from selfishness, prosperity is possible only by common efforts. A person without a team is like an ember, without a fire, it gives little light and quickly goes out! - Spewed out a stream of eloquence of Vedmakov.
  - The person you are talking about should be in a team. But do you know what animal nature is? Forsa inquired maliciously.
  - And the animal is better in the herd! And in general, since you are a slave and have not been redeemed, then the nobility turned away from you, in words, true friends showed their true colors. So, it's time to look for comrades in a different environment. - Already more calmly suggested Vedmakova.
  The Comte de Bora was silent for a few seconds, and then held out his hand:
  "Although I don't believe in ultimate success, at least my blade will drink blood.
  - Logic should not serve instincts - the mind of lust! - Said the Witch.
  - All right, stop teaching me! There will be a war - there will be a feat! The Count began to wipe the blood off himself.
  - You are an experienced and brave warrior, you should be chosen as the squad leader! - The warrior suggested.
  - Not bad, but it is not necessary to elect every commander. There should be a stricter principle of unity of command. You have been chosen, so you appoint! -Count began to dress in chain mail. A couple of boys rushed to his aid.
  What about free competition? - Vedmakova doubted.
  - For the army, it is disastrous! - Cut off Force. - The economy is a rhizome of many branches, the army is a single trunk!
  The Witcher teased:
  - But more often oak, and not in power and stance, but in the level of control!
  The half-naked boy gave the count a sword. He responded by slapping him on his bony, more than once beaten back. The kid yelled and jumped back, twitching his brown legs.
  Witcher said decisively:
  "I am forming five truncated legions of two and a half soldiers each. You are assigned to command the third! Let the rest be chosen by the slaves!
  The last proposal caused controversy, almost turning into a fight. Then, in fact, a fight broke out, several slaves were wounded, and Witcher had to intervene. Knocking down the most frisky, she yelled:
  - Enough to roll the baton! Let's move on to the direct appointment of commanders.
  The slaves grumbled not quite, but when the warrior put such a proposal to the vote, they raised their hands in unison.
  Here, the Witcher, who led the uprising, had to work hard. In fact, it is difficult to determine a worthy person by eye, and he kept asking prospective candidates questions. Finally, assignments were made to the legions, and temporary commanders were appointed to smaller departments.
  - When the battles are over, we will look at the valor and ingenuity shown by the soldiers! - The girl explained.
  One of the legions consisted entirely of children and teenagers. Vedmakova placed the boy Bik in command of them. The boys were angry:
  - He's still too small! We don't need a little one. Place the biggest and strongest over us.
  - And who do you want?
  - I miss you! He is the most deserving!
  An athletically built young man stepped forward, he was still a boy, but already tall as an oak. True, his face seemed dull. Vedmakova, knowing full well how important mind is for a commander, asked:
  - What will be a family of eight!
  The young man looked at her and muttered:
  - I don't know! The main muscles and strength.
  Bick barked into the loudspeaker:
  - Muscles without brains, this is a handful of meat - on which a frying pan is crying!
  - Shut up you bug! I'll blow your jaw! - Roared the young hero.
  - Who does not know that seven - fifty-six is hardly able to hit his fist further than his nose! The boy showed him his tongue.
  The young thug barked at the top of his lungs:
  I challenge you to fight to the death!
  - You imitate me like a rat-monkey! - said the Comte de Forsa. - However, this is the only worthy way out.
  - Of the two duelists, one is a fool, the other is a scoundrel! - Noticed Vedmakova. "Though the boys benefit from a warm-up.
  Bik stood in front of his enemy, the difference in height was great, his opponent was five times heavier. The child, however, contemptuously peered into his relief muscles, the boy was thin, but sinewy. His round face was grimacing, a sword was spinning in his hands.
  - Well, how are we going to fight or put up! - With a sneer, he asked.
  - Yes, I love you! - The athlete attacked the boy. He struck backhand, his sword was long and heavy, apparently it was one of the two-handed ones. Bik deflected the blow, not even trying to parry, but simply jumped above the trajectory and drove his sword into the bridge of his nose. The boy beat only on the basis of the calculation - to scratch, but not to kill.
  The thug became even more furious, he began to wave the second sword. Here even Buku had to put pressure on flowing away. The boy's bare heels were getting smaller, and the blades were rushing after them. Suddenly Bik stopped, a pipe appeared in his teeth. The enemy swung harder and rushed at a gallop with his thick arms wide apart. Grinning wryly, the boy spat, and something small hit the athlete's face. Bick went sideways past the blades, and even hit his opponent's chest with his bare heel.
  Staggering, the mighty guy screamed wildly, then his legs weakened and began to collapse.
  A friendly sigh swept through the army, few expected that the little boy would defeat the giant. Then children shouted with joy, first of all, of course, the smallest of the slaves. Those who are smaller and weaker are pleased to see that your main boss is not great either. So even a child can do something for the uprising.
  Slaves ran up to the defeated athlete, including a couple of local doctors. On the rough face of the young hero with sparse hairs, a purple spot blurred. The doctor said in surprise:
  - Basilica! A needle with poison was stuck into it, which paralyzes the limbs.
  - Temporarily! Bick said. - Then he wakes up. He will not remember anything, he simply will not notice his shame.
  Witcher went up to the boy:
  - Where did you learn to make poisons?
  - Nowhere! Found in one of the estates. The rich are also not satisfied with their position in society. Here they make all kinds of poison. If the potion is sealed, no problem, I know how to open locks! - Bik slyly winked at the Witcher.
  - Where? - Asked the warrior.
  - One thief taught! He temporarily turned out to be a slave, I was in the same pair with him, we worked hard, cut down the forest. He told me how to open the locks, even showed me something. Marveled at my memory and then fled. The little boy winked slyly.
  - Didn't you follow him? - Vedmakova was surprised.
  - No! We were all flogged for this escape, and if I also leaked, then every fifth would be crucified on poles. Two is already a conspiracy. - The wiry boy explained.
  - Barbarians! Well, if you are such a memory person, perhaps getting to know Khirov will be useful to you. - suggested Vedmakova.
  - Not excluded! I have long wanted to become the strongest and smartest! - The boy showed the ball of the biceps.
  - Stronger and smarter than me? - Playfully cast the warrior.
  - No! After all, you are the leader! But with your right hand, why not! - Bik stood up on his hands for greater persuasiveness.
  - The higher a person flies, the more he is dissatisfied with his position! - Noticed Vedmakova.
  - People don't fly! Only he has wings - whose mind is not used to crawling! - The boy showed a developed consideration beyond his years.
  - There will be wings in our army! I promise I'll come up with something. - Vedmakova promised.
  - And I believe you older sister! After all, you are not only a leader, but also a sister or even a mother to us. We will live as one family! Bick said.
  - The leader of the country should be a brother to people, not a brother! - The leader of the nation is first and foremost a servant of the people. However, let's leave the exchange of compliments, the weapons that you have accepted should be used by others. Let's make pipes! - Ordered Vedmakova.
  "They're not long enough!" Pass noticed. - Needs to be improved.
  - I'm already thinking about it, after all, lips and cheeks make it possible to hit a short distance. But if something is that it expands and hits with force. Some mineral and herb. - Vedmakova felt a strong mental tension.
  The boy apparently heard her words:
  Let's do it, select the elements! We still have time, many slaves need to be shown the basic techniques of war.
  - You're right, my younger brother, in some ways the sorcerer will help us. However, until large forces are thrown at us, we must attack. However, we must carefully prepare. It's easier to find a dry rock in the ocean than an invention that hasn't been used for military purposes! - Summed up Vedmakov.
  After all, the rebels spent the day in exercises, at the same time, Bik sent intelligence.
  An army marched out of the city. Not very big, but well armed. The scout boy, riding a smaller crustacean cockroach, even drew attention to one absurdity:
  - The warriors have five swords, and they barely move!
  - So it's good! Bick said. - Or rather, it"s even wonderful, before they come to us, they are exhausted from excess weight.
  Vedmakova slyly noted:
  - Experienced warriors said, do not take weapons more than five fingers on your right hand. Well, certainly not bad, their stupidity will help to win faster. In the meantime, let the slaves sleep for a couple of hours. They've had a hard day, and the fight won't be easy. How many soldiers exactly do the enemies have?
  - Five and a half thousand. Bick said confidently. "That means if we pinch them all, there will be no more than five hundred people left in the city.
  - It is quite reasonable, it will be necessary to go from all sides. At night they will not dare to attack us, they will cut their own. This means that they will become a camp, so that later at dawn they will chop with all their might. Maybe even separate the troops for the purpose of encirclement. - Suggested Vedmakova.
  The Comte de Forsa objected:
  - I know well the habits prevailing in the Sultanate, we fought with them more than once. At night they will send some spies with gold bags to our camp. They will try to bribe the slaves and then impale them or at best rip out their nostrils.
  - Sending in spies is an ancient tactic. - I noticed, kneading Vedmakov's toes. - But they do not have invisibility caps, the guard boys are so observant and cunning, they will catch them all. Besides, we'll hit them a little closer to dawn. And the slaves will sleep better and the enemy will fall deeper into sleep.
  - Logically! I'll be the first to attack! Bick said.
  - It will be necessary to remove the guards, and this can be done with the help of firing tubes. - Vedmakova showed the device. - A kind of piston, three types of herbs, and oil with carbide are attached here. You just need to be careful, otherwise the recoil will knock out the boys teeth. Take the smartest kids with you.
  - Many have experience raiding gardens and stealing. Who was born free, and not who, especially domestic slaves, stole from their masters. - Bik reassured everyone. - So they went through the school of survival.
  - All the better! In general, I think there will not be too many guards. After all, who are we to them? Slaves are stupid! Stupidity is closer to humility - quickness of mind to villainy.
  The sorcerer Hirov entered the conversation:
  - We have approximately double or slightly more superiority, but the enemy is better trained and armed. And in the army of the Sultanate, women serve only in the personal legion of immortals. There are six thousand mercenaries from different countries. We will have many women in the army, and with rare exceptions, they are weaker than men.
  So each battle must be carefully planned. Especially at the first defeat, the slaves will begin to scatter from us.
  - Victory as a woman - attracts with brilliance, but scares off the price! - Again flashed wit Vedmakov.
  - Great! Now I see that the plan of operation is quite agreed. It remains only to clarify the details. During the battle, panic will begin in the ranks of the enemy, and most of the soldiers will run towards the city of Zhit. - Khirov suggested
  - It's clear! The strongest detachment of slaves will strike from the rear, just from the side of the city. Perhaps I will lead him. - Count Forsa suggested.
  - Impossible, but you! - Specified the sorcerer.
  - In addition, we have pots of oil, and ordered to attach wicks to them. Throw in the camp, intensify the panic. - suggested Vedmakova.
  And that's reasonable too. The sorcerer agreed. - Only you have prepared few such charges so far.
  - Right! Fire god of war and like other gods requires attention and sacrifice! But we didn't have enough time to prepare everything. - The Witcher herself became ashamed of her mouthing.
  - Next time be more sophisticated. So far, we haven't been able to sleep. - Khirov yawned without any pretense.
  The Witcher nodded.
  - I have a bestial habit, sleep little and sensitively, but our brothers deserve a rest.
  - Sleep is a strategic weapon, its lack is the cause of fatigue, which in turn is the germ of defeat. Pass noticed.
  Slaves after outdoor activities, slept like the dead. Only guards sat in ambush, ready to raise the alarm. You never know what suddenly the commander of the enemy will be more far-sighted. However, it turned out, apparently the commander of the head of the government legion, the temnik Etirimon did not want an unpredictable night battle. In addition, in the dark it is easier for a slave to hide, and then catch them. And so maybe they just surrender, after which there will be torture and execution. Temnik Etirimon licked his lips, it is especially pleasant to mock young women, break toes, set fire to hair - very tempting.
  Having hastily pitched their tents, the soldiers fell asleep. No more than two dozen sentries were left. Before going to bed, Etirimon, together with the thousands, arranged a feast, naked dancers, shaking their charms in front of them. It was beautiful and fun. Thousanders threw bones at them, forced them to take seductive poses. Then, without any hesitation, they took possession of them and, having satisfied their animal lust, fell into a drunken sleep.
  Their death crept up unnoticed. The rebels passed the woods, a flock of boys moved ahead. Bik, clinging to a tree, hiding in the foliage, saw the first sentry.
  - Here he is delicious bored.
  The poison was slightly improved and caused instant paralysis. A hit is not necessary in the face, because the soldiers of the Sultanate, as a rule, walk lightly and only the chest is covered with a shell and the sentry is lying around.
  - There is one!
  Vedmakova herself is moving from the rear. She removes the sentry without any shooting tube. It just comes in from the back and twists the neck.
  - Movement is life! Just don't sing - for peace! And so sad - in the stomach is empty!
  The warrior became a little funnier. The trees around are tall, lianas are visible. Beloved creeps nearby, and the most intelligent slave boys. Adult warriors are heavier, and therefore fall behind. A heavy beast always makes more noise.
  Vedmakova killed another sentry along the way, who was just sucking coconut beer from a flask. The camp opened before them.
  Not a particularly large camp, the soldiers slept, sometimes in tents, and sometimes just on thick grass. The night is warm, not many sentries yawn, look inattentively.
  The main thing here is to remove them at once, so that they do not have time to raise the alarm. The swan cuckoo is better suited for this, with its pleasant voice. She does not arouse any suspicions, on the contrary, her cooing is heard almost continuously, but if you change the tone, you can catch the information.
  The witch does just that. They answer him. The sentries do not react, what are they "lucky", death turned out to be easy.
  - One sword, like a drop of rain, will fall and scatter, and when there are many of them, victory will be born!
  Vedmakova began to slaughter the sleeping ones. On the one hand, it was not chivalrous, but on the other hand, victory is worth honoring! Honor is a relative concept and should be applied primarily to your soldiers!
  First of all, finish off those who are richer dressed, commanders. Swords, as a rule, were stacked in a separate pile.
  However, the pangs of conscience were not long, the slaves also began the massacre, and as a result, the alarm was raised. When you are attacked at night, panic is inevitable, especially if it is cloudy, it is cloudy. The slaves are all half-naked and easily distinguish each other, and the warriors face each other, often hacking at each other. And someone screams:
  - Save yourself!
  - Guard! Demons attack!
  In times of panic, the role of the commander is more important than ever. Vedmakova knows this, and rushed to the main tent.
  Etirimon, still half-drunk, barely opened his eyes. In general, who drinks before a fight - hangover in the underworld.
  - What's happened! Why are the pipes silent! - He yelled.
  - The pipes are silent, because the blades sing - steel is stronger than copper! - Shouted Witch. She jumped on Echirimon. Temnik, of course, skillfully wielded the blade, but he had not yet fully gathered himself, and the Witcher's muscles were perfectly warmed up. She drew a frenzied trio, her henna-stained blade barely visible in the darkness. The head of the unlucky nobleman flew off.
  Vedmakova knocked down the thousandth who rushed at her with a kick of her foot. She took off another commander with a spit from the tube.
  - What ghouls, do not wake up!
  Again a clear blow of the sword, the pierced enemy falls! Two thousandaires try to enter him from the rear, but they stumble upon a dancer. She squeals, kicks back. Vedmakova does not miss the moment, he cuts down one, finishes off another. Well, an army without commanders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd, if one wolf does not eat it, then it will scare you!
  Now the rebellious slaves, many armed with a club, or at best a horn, took wings. A very effective tactic was the five of us throwing ourselves at one. So it was easier to dump and trample.
  - Don't let them get away! Cut your legs! - She screamed through the Vedmakov's voice amplifier.
  Solntslav was chopped along with everyone. How the muscles of this diva played. Not without reason, many consider an angry woman more terrible than a demon. So she cut one of the warriors in half, and her blade, by inertia, cut the throat of the officer standing behind him. The centurions tried to restore a semblance of order, but quickly perished. In addition, the Sultanate did everything to ensure that the soldier forgot what initiative was. The rebels, in turn, rather deftly pushed the troops of the Sultanate away from the cockroach snails.
  - Don't let them sit on the saddle! - shouted Solntslav.
  Pass added:
  - Fire, rein in the horses.
  This helped, cockroach snails burst into the ranks and sowed additional panic. As a result, not knowing what to do, many fighters rushed to run. But this is exactly what Witcher and the slaves were waiting for. The fight escalated into extermination and persecution.
  The warrior screwed up her right eye, threw three daggers:
  We won't let them get away!
  Flight is more foolishness than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in battle, but during the pursuit!
  Bik, like a very fast boy, jumped on the neck of one of the officers, and rode on him:
  - Faster cockroach!
  The dagger served instead of spurs, and the poor fellow did not even try to throw it off.
  Vedmakova, noticing this, shouted:
  - War is like a game of dominoes, only broken bones can no longer be collected - the earth holds!
  - Nothing, my bones are young, strong! - The boy jumped off, slashed on the neck. After that, he even added speed.
  Vedmakova stumbled over a corpse, several bodies were lying around, but the diva did not fall, but jumped over them. Then she lashed out with her swords. The fighting spirit of the troops fighting against them evaporated, and now the warrior has turned into an executioner. There was even an aversion to blood. Witcher screamed:
  - In the name of honor! Who will throw the weapon - will live! Surrender the soldiers of the Sultanate.
  There were those who obeyed the order, but many continued to flee in desperation, and some fell to their knees.
  For example, ten powerful fighters surrendered to Bik at once. Maybe they thought it was safer to hand their fate over to a child. The boy shouted:
  - Fall down!
  The warriors fell. Bik walked barefoot on their backs, despite the small weight of the child, the soldiers groaned in fear. Then the boy came up with the idea of whether to relieve the defeated enemies of a small need. But then he drove away the vile temptation, because the slaves want to build a better society, and do not repeat the path of their own masters.
  - Okay, live - smoke the sky!
  Gradually, the battle came to naught! Although it seems that the massacre is long. Witcher stumbled upon a rather skilled warrior. After a hard exchange of attacks, she still disarmed him, then stunned him.
  - We need them!
  Nets were thrown on some of them, such did not resist. The battle was almost over, only the flight and pursuit dragged on. Vedmakova personally led the chase, killed many, but she could not exterminate the entire army to the last soldier.
  Nevertheless, the young warrior, with several hundred slaves on horses, decided on a daring adventure, namely, to capture the city that was not ready for defense on the move.
  - It will be a strong move. We will not allow wealth to be taken away, and most importantly, we will burst on our shoulders.
  Several dozen fighters of the defeated army, nevertheless managed to jump on cockroach snails and galloped to the gate.
  They did not open right away, there was a squabble. When the gates were lowered, Vedmakova jumped out from behind the forest with horsemen. She yelled, using the boy's device:
  - In the name of the great Sultan Erifef! Powerful reinforcements are rushing towards you! If you want to defend the city, let the warriors take their place on the walls.
  The waking guards did not immediately realize, especially since Vedmakova put on a rich vestment, which she pulled off from the corpses. One helmet is worth something, it sparkles like an icicle in the sun, well, who will refuse such a noble governor.
  And the gentlemen, the burgomaster, and other nobles, of course, did not sleep, they "took care" of their people!
  On a small hill there was a beautiful palace with columns and statues, made in a mixture of ancient Roman and ancient Eastern styles. In front of him, as is customary in this country, is a huge statue of the Sultan Erifef, with a fountain spewing from his mouth. In the largest hall it was noisy and cheerful, music sounded - a feast by a mountain. The noble nobles of the Sultanate staged a Sabantuy. In expensive gold-embroidered togas, they lay on lush pillows, on low tables were heaps of dishes, wines and tinctures. Hundreds of lamps glittered on tables and walls. Throughout the estate and in the colonnades flashed innumerable slaves, slaves, slave boys and bodyguards guarding the palace. The dignitaries toasted. The chief grandee, Sheikh du Pustemorov, froze in the arms of two naked hetairas. He twitched and bellowed like a man possessed, finally freed himself and screamed.
  - And now it's time to arrange gladiator fights. And so boring, no blood, and wine is not in the soul.
  The horn sounded, the fighters were called to the arena. According to custom, the lightest and youngest warriors should fight first. But the sheikh had just received a batch of trained slaves, and he wanted to combine two types of entertainment, erotic and bloody.
  A bonfire burned in the center of the miniature Colosseum, the glass-reinforced torches gave off a rather bright light with a purplish hue, and the white gravel gleamed, giving the podium a cheerful look. The first to run onto the stage was a muscular and slender girl in a leather belt. She, like a first-class gymnast, did two somersaults and walked on her hands. Then she stood in front of the prince, froze, crossing her sword and dagger in such weapons, they called him a mirmillon. Despite the fact that the girl could perform at a beauty contest, how soft, velvety skin, blond hair she had, she already had a wide scar on her face. The next jumper also walked on his hands. His weapons were a trident and a short net - a retiarius. After stretching, he stood in front of the enemy. It was a young man almost a boy, still beardless with a gentle girlish face, the presence of mixed couples gave a special eroticism to the action. It seems that the partners have known each other for a long time and winked.
  - What Kaiska! I didn't think we'd meet like this! The boy said sadly.
  - You were a nice guy, but now your soul will be taken to the original flame! - The girl answered rudely.
  - Well, why are you so cruel! We are still virgins, we must live! - With timid hope said the young man.
  - It won't help us! Slaves despise even the gods!
  The training at the gladiator school was tough and scars are visible on the naked shiny bodies of young fighters.
  The crowd perked up, made bets, wild cries cheered young gladiators, who obviously did not want to fight.
  The Sheikh's wife took out a leather pouch.
  - Fifty gold for Kaiska! She flashed her big teeth.
  -Begin! The Sheikh signaled.
  So different and at the same time having much in common, the warriors converged, their movements were fast and chaotic. At first, the warrior with the trident tried to throw a net, but his opponent missed and, jumping wildly at him, managed to slash his stomach with a dagger. The young man jumped back and hit the trident in the chest, but only slightly scratched the skin. However, his maneuver forced the enemy to retreat. He moved away and leaned against the net, preventing the once-beloved gladiator from approaching.
  - You men are stupid! So, doomed to fail! - The girl said arrogantly.
  - What was born! The young man looked confused.
  Suddenly, a retiarius with a trident grabbed gravel in his hand and threw it in his face. The maneuver had an effect, the girl closed her eyes, in the same second the trident pierced her abs.
  Crying out in pain, the young gladiator writhed, but, nevertheless, managed to drive the blade into her shoulder. The retiarius yelled and drew his weapon. The sword flashed like lightning, nearly piercing his neck. The gladiator stepped back, his chest cut open. The young man groaned in pain and dropped his trident. Then the opponent jumped on him and threw a dagger. The swing was rather weak, and the point pierced the flesh of the leg. The retiarius screamed and fell, then picked up the dagger, tried to get up, at that moment the sword struck him in the neck. Already losing consciousness, he struck the blade of the myrmillon in the solar plexus. The once-loving couple (like Romeo and Juliet) fell dead on the gravel. The drunken audience laughed and hooted. Three gloomy slaves with low foreheads and protruding jaws ran into the arena, they burned the bodies of the losers, but who received spiritual freedom, with a red-hot iron. After making sure that they were dead, they hooked them with their ribs by the hooks, and dragged them off the stage. The place where there was blood was pelted with coals.
  -They go to feed on insects. - Sheikh Demeter's wife bared her teeth. - It is a pity that the bones are too small animals will remain hungry.
  -Nothing will be meat and ponavaristey. It"s a pity, however, a couple of them could turn out to be quite promising athletes! The Sheikh growled.
  - In your bed? - The diva inquired maliciously.
  - Why not! The girl is pretty, but the boy could be yours. - The sheikh was quite progressive in his views, believing that the wife could well amuse her well-fed body in a young slave.
  - Small and fragile! We don't have the same pair yet? Demeter asked.
  - Unfortunately, there is no! Let's look at the young shift that was sent to us from a nearby school. The sheik grinned.
  - Maybe it's better to let them grow up! And then we will kill all our prisoners like that. - Unexpectedly, the nobleman's wife showed compassion.
  - The news of the slave rebellion is too joyful and I want to celebrate it in full. The grandee shook his stomach.
  - Unless, of course, Etimon will not get ahead of you! - The fat lady snapped.
  - Such a nonentity! So much the better let us finish off all the gladiators now and deprive the fool of the spectacle. Come on newbies! The Sheikh growled.
  - It's not exactly newbies. - Demeter licked her lips
  The gong sounds again and the warrior boys run out into the arena. They look about fourteen or fifteen years old, with rather broad shoulders and chest. Like the previous fighters, he does somersaults and runs on his hands. Having already run out to the podium, they put on weapons, helmets, chest armor, shields and swords. One has a straight blade, while the other is curved like a saber. Relief press open and scars are visible on it. The boy standing on the right has healed cuts that cross his chest in three lines.
  The skin is richly oiled and shiny.
  The manager announces.
  - Famous fighters Fudoros with a curved saber and Saflorov with a straight sword perform in the ring. Fudoros has six fights, Saflorov has seven. All their rivals were either killed on the spot or stabbed to death by the decision of the people. The steward pointed at the audience with his finger. Again there were those wishing to bet on the bet. The Sheikh snarled.
  - One hundred gold coins for Saflorov.
  Bets were quickly concluded, the nobles swore. Two even fought. One splashed a glass of wine, the other hit a fat leg in the face. Getters and guards rushed to calm the raging public. The sheikh's wife, imperious, impudent, fat barked:
  -Forward! Kill!
  The gladiators have converged. This time, they took their time, testing each other with careful blows. As the swords collided, they sparked slightly, and the shields trembled. The public did not like this caution very much, she howled with displeasure, bones flew towards the fighters. Sheikh overturned the tray, all covered with wine and jam. Then he spat and screamed angrily.
  - If you don't fight, I'll have you hung upside down. Several pushing savages "Janissaries" ran out onto the podium, they brandished spears, demonstrating pokes in their open back. Saflorov went on the offensive, attacking furiously, he kicked his counterpart in the knee. The teen stepped back, his sword slightly sideways, his opponent slashing across the chest. A poorly screwed plate fell to the bottom. The next thrust left a deep mark on the skin, thick blood poured out. Fudoros stepped back, one of the hairy fighters kicked him in the legs. And when the boy hesitated, Saflorov hit the helmet with such fury that he staggered and collapsed. From the concussion, the "helmet" flew off, revealing a white head with a swollen bump on the forehead. Saflorov put his blade to his nervously heaving chest. He squinted at the "public".
  Waiting for a sign. When the majority runs through their hair, it means to kill, and when they put their palms together in a castle, it means to have mercy.
  However, mercy was not read in the ferocious faces. Almost everyone, even women and teenagers, ran their hands down their throats.
  -Death! Beat him!
  The sheikh's wife mockingly barked.
  - He got off too cheaply. Give it to me for one night.
  Saflorov hesitated, lightly pressed on the bare chest of the defeated teenager, a drop of blood came out. Then he threw away his sword in despair:
  -I can't! He is my friend.
  The noise was interrupted at once, there was deathly silence.
  -What! - Sheikh pissed off. "You refuse to kill the vanquished. Both of them in a cage, after which there will be terrible torture in front of the entire gladiatorial school.
  The warriors jumped up to Fudoros, splashed water on his face, and then, in order to come to his senses faster, they burned his bare heel with a red-hot iron. The boy screamed, jumped up and immediately threw two lassos around his neck. Saflorov tried to resist, he fought off a dozen swords at once, fear gave him strength. But one of the shooters hit his leg with an arrow. From the poison, the young man was paralyzed, but not killed. They tied them both up and put them in a cage. Saflorov was stabbed in the ribs with a red-hot rod, the skin began to smoke, the battered boy steadfastly endured the injections. But apparently the torture of two disobedient boys was postponed for dessert.
  The sheikh's wife sparkled with her eyes:
  - They must be my hubby. You know that I'm creative.
  - I know, but just look, I can get jealous. The guys are handsome and can get married already. The Sheikh grinned.
  - Most likely, even married! After all, these are the strongest and healthiest slaves that should be fruitful! The fat woman winked.
  - Gladiators are the color of captivity! That would be to get their wives to torment. The sheik grinned.
  - We'll make it! By the way, girls again.
  Now the women had to fight. Two half-naked divas in the same loincloths entered the arena. They were shackled around the neck with a chain - not to be torn apart. Weapons Two daggers in each hand. Clearly the fight will be fierce and not too long. One girl was fair, the other black-haired, both with rather long manes.
  -To battle! thundered the thug.
  - I won't bet! - barked the sheikh's wife. "It has become a bad omen.
  The poor women got together. It was terrible, one almost immediately had a stomach open, the other was wounded in the chest. Continuing to cut, the girls kicked with their feet, tormenting their flesh. A lot of blood flowed and they could not leave and run away. Finally, one of them completely cut up collapsed to her knees. The black-haired laughed, trying to finish off, then ran into an insidious blow from below under the ribs. Groaning, she still managed to hit the offender on the back of the head. Both beautiful mutilated women collapsed on the gravel, trembled several times, froze. Shaggy "Janissaries" ran up to them and poked them with a red-hot iron. The warrior girls did not move.
  - Again, not one bet did not work. Both are dead.
  The audience was disappointed, although seeing the murder itself is very pleasant. But so far no one has won.
  In this situation, only a new fight could save the case. The easy warm-up is over and it's time for serious business.
  Fifteen gladiators in orange tunics with holes in them, three black feathers on their slimes, waved into the arena. They were armed with short, curved swords; in their hands they held small square shields with a convex surface, their heads were protected by helmets without a visor. This group was followed by fighters in bright red tunics, the same with short, but straight swords, with a small round shield and an iron handcuff covering the right hand, which was not protected by the shield, and a kneecap protecting the left leg. Green feathers on slippery helmets completed the picture.
  Standing opposite each other, they bowed. This time the bets were made for much larger sums, gold flowed from hand to hand.
  -It can't be that they were all killed! Sheikh's wife said. Someone is sure to win!
  - So bet, this is the last fight. See, it's already light! - The tired sheikh said with irritation.
  - Then it will be serious! A thousand gold drachmas on red. - The fat woman wheezed.
  - And why on them? - Why them? - Twice repeated, surprised, nobleman.
  - Because the eyes are meaner!
  The manager shouted something. There was a crackling sound of a trumpet. Even the torches flickered as if the monsters had something in their eyes.
  Conversations, noise, laughter, champing ceased: all eyes were fixed on the combatants. The first clash was terrible: in the midst of the silence that reigned, the blows of swords on shields sounded sharply. Feathers, shards of helmets, pieces of shattered shields flew across the arena as excited, panting gladiators struck each other with blow after blow. Not even three minutes had passed since the start of the battle, and already blood had been shed: four gladiators writhed in agony, and the fighters trampled them under their feet. One of those lying around grabbed his partner by the leg and turned the foot. He flew down, ripping his arm.
  The wife of the prince, insatiable Demeter, threw a gnawed bone into the ring.
  - Reds if you win, I'll give you a glass of wine!
  As often happens, the opposite happened, the biggest fighter from the team for which Demeter was rooting was filled up. Three swords immediately pierced a wide chest, and an untimely picked up bone remained in the hand of the unlucky leader.
  Spectators with delight and tension followed the bloody vicissitudes of the battle. They yelled like a herd of wounded bulls. The local elite furiously, raged, cheered up the fighters. The ranks of the gladiators thinned out, the battle broke up into separate skirmishes.
  At this moment, when the dignitary public was enjoying and frankly "going crazy" lapping up blood, the brave rebels killed the sleepy guards. Pobedonostsev, together with a handful of brave men, having crushed the bodyguards, was the first to break into the palace.
  The noise from the approach of the rebels forced the fight to be interrupted. The nobles, staggering, tried to pick up their swords. The young rebel leader shouted loudly:
  - What I see! You kill each other, for the amusement of the scoundrels! The revived bastards who are not even able to lift a sword, their bellies interfere too much. If at least a particle of pride has been preserved in you, cut off this abomination.
  The gladiators seemed to be waiting for just this: they rushed to the obese herd.
  The servant slaves jumped aside, not wanting to die for the hated masters, and the boys even began to throw trays and food at the dignitaries.
  Demeter yelled:
  - Kill them all!
  Then a crystal wine glass fell on her head, knocking out the bitch.
  Witcher was angry. She cut down the rich citizens of the city, chopping their meat.
  It wasn't difficult, but annoying. Next to him fought the constant companion of Pass. Beak did not lag behind, and the gladiators took revenge on their jailers.
  Gloomy slaves raised the steward on a hook, they shouted:
  - We are ours! Slaves just like you!
  - So prove it with a sword! - She shouted, so the candles on the Witcher's chandeliers shook.
  The sheikh tried to run away, but Bik tripped him up and poured honey down his collar:
  - Well, where are you needed. No seasoning.
  Solntslav cut off the heads of two nobles at once, and crushed the jaw of a third with her knee. However, there was no longer even a semblance of a fight, just the slaves took revenge. The remnants of the guard fled, and the feasters, even in their best form, did not represent a serious military force. They were all killed before Vedmakova cooled off. Only the chief sheikh was still alive, Bik pulled his hair. Vedmakova drove the impudent boy away:
  - This is a noble person. We might be useful!
  . CHAPTER #12
  The Germans continued their assault on Stalingrad. There seemed to be quite a bit left, but it was incredibly difficult to pass the last one. Even the massive use of "Sturmtigers" did not help. Although the destruction of jet bombers caused enormous. Another means was napalm bombs.
  The battalion of girls had thinned out, but the beauties still fought. On October 20, it snowed, and the beauties were all barefoot. They leave graceful traces on the white bedspread.
  Beautiful girls, rolled a little in the snow and became cleaner. Matryona, after they captured Seryozhka, could not find a place for herself. Still to lose such a smart and beautiful boy. And what awaited him in fascist captivity? First torture, and then the death penalty!
  The boy was indeed close to being shot, but ended up in the mines. Work sixteen hours a day, and meager rations, the overseer's whip awaited Seryozhka.
  More precisely, the boy is already a quarry, and works hard there like a donkey. But it is much warmer underground than on the surface. And the warriors, in order not to freeze, are forced to jump and run. And the girls fight. Here is the mighty tank "Lion". He has a 150 mm gun, more effective and practical for battles in the city. The Fritz love this tank because it is well protected from all sides.
  "Mouse" creeps a little behind. The German machine under two hundred tons, was also armed with a 150-millimeter cannon and seventy-five. So much more practical. The number of machine guns increased to four, and it was not easy to get close to the tank.
  Anyuta, Maria and Alla are trying to gouge the mastodon together. Carefully selected to him.
  Anyuta sang with enthusiasm:
  - How we lived fighting, and not fearing death ... So from now on, you and I will live! And in the starry heights, and mountain silence, in naval warfare and furious fire! And in furious, and in furious fire!
  "Maus" was the latest modification, with six machine guns, two coaxial with barrels, and four spun on hinges.
  Maria, crawling through the snow, hissed:
  - We will never give up! After all, Jesus the Most High God is with us!
  The girl, getting closer, threw an explosive package at the Mouse caterpillar. It rumbled, under the shield, and the rink burst.
  The girls cheered:
  - Get a fascist!
  Alla swung and threw a fragmentation grenade at the Fritz. The fascist was thrown up by an explosive wave, along with him the heads of two black fighters from the colonial troops were torn off.
  The red-haired beauty whistled:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Anyuta threw the explosive package again... This time not so successfully, it hit the armor and exploded on the surface of the steel shell.
  The girl in annoyance said:
  - Oh, I smeared!
  And crawled for a new portion of homemade explosives. Her round heels, red from the cold, flickered. Almost naked girl, crawling in the snow, a little uncomfortable. But be patient. Especially when shelling takes place, the snow melts.
  Anyuta even sang:
  - I know, the cold will soon disappear,
  The brook rushes loudly ...
  And they are already running through the puddles -
  Barefoot girls!
  The girl shoots, and the Arab from the colonial troops collapses. Enemy attempts to act in small groups lead to serious losses.
  The Mouse's short cannon fires fragmentation again. Shells burst somewhere in the smoke. And a lot of breaks...
  The Germans have almost captured Stalingrad ... There is very little left. But this is precisely what prevents the Wehrmacht from using large bombs and heavy artillery. The Fritz let foreigners go ahead, who are not sorry.
  Maria fired her rifle. The fascist mercenary collapsed and rolled over the stones of the ruins.
  The girl rubbed her bare breasts with scarlet nipples. They completely dressed up the warriors - they jump in their shorts. But on the other hand, there are almost no hits on them. Apparently nudity, somehow especially protects the beauties. Since they are able to survive in such a hell!
  Alla shakes off a mixture of snow and mud, and shoots again. It hit a black soldier right in the eye. Bad bitch, don't say anything.
  The three girls approach Mouse again. It is difficult to penetrate a car that has such thick armor from all sides. But the warriors are full of optimism. If you can not break through the shell itself, then why not tear off the barrel.
  Alla, kicking dirty clods with her bare feet, sang:
  - Our truth, our truth ... Like the rays of the sun! Our tomorrow will be bright, streams will flow from the mountains!
  Warriors have long been armed with captured MP-44s. These assault rifles have a long range. Beauty confidently fire. Blacks fall again. They shoot fountains of scarlet blood.
  Maria, shooting, with a rifle and a captured machine gun on her shoulders, sang:
  - The insidious spider has sharpened its sting,
  And he drinks sacred, Russian blood from Russia!
  Everything is small and small for his adversary, he will kill,
  Who has love for Russia!
  Love for Russia!
  The girl sent a bullet into the assorted "guard" that climbed out of the cracks. The beauty smiled, her face, although emaciated, retained its charm and charm.
  In general, all the girls in their battalion are beautiful. Here, for example, the Tatar Seraphim. Her father is Tatar, but her mother is from Belarus, and from her Serafima inherited hair the color of ripe wheat. Also a beautiful girl, barefoot, and almost naked. And he fires from a captured machine gun, in short bursts. And fascists from other troops crawl on it.
  Serafima shoots quite accurately. Next to her lay the golden-haired Mary. Both girls fire and sing.
  - Motherland! Maria started...
  - And the army! - Continued, shooting Seraphim.
  Maria tweeted:
  - This...
  Leading the fire and hitting the colored, Seraphim reported:
  - Two poles!
  Maria smiled and chirped:
  - On the...
  Seraphim fired and added:
  - Which...
  Maria cut off five, continued:
  - Hold on!
  Seraphim, firing, saluted:
  - Planet!
  Maria, shooting, chirped:
  - Breast...
  Seraphim, shooting, purred:
  - Protect...
  Maria smashed the head of the fascist and gave out:
  - We you ....
  Seraphim cutting the Nazis with bullets, hissed:
  - A country!
  Maria, sending well-aimed bullets, chirped:
  - Everyone....
  Seraphim, shooting more and more accurately, added:
  - People!
  Maria, throwing her golden, dirty hair from her forehead, sang:
  - Rat...
  Seraphim bullet, and sending shots, gave out:
  - Your...
  Maria, hitting the fascist in the throat, continued:
  - Warm!
  The blonde Tatar, sending shots, continued:
  - Clouds...
  Maria accurately shooting, added:
  - Cool!
  Seraphim, grinning, chirped:
  - Well and...
  Maria, shooting accurately, growled:
  - Sun!
  Seraphim, thrashing in bursts, hissed:
  - Zoy!
  Mary continued with a laugh.
  - Automatic...
  Seraphim, as if firing, barked:
  - Nather...
  Maria added well-aimed shots:
  - Shoulder...
  Seraphim added with a laugh:
  - Soldier!
  Maria enthusiastically sang, shooting:
  - I'll dig...
  Serafima, leading a fighter fire, added:
  - Grave...
  Maria knocked down the African and continued:
  - Adversary!
  The girls are out of ammo. And she was forced to run quickly for cover. Supply across the Volga is very difficult. Constant bombing and shelling. Here comes a company of reinforcements from the other side.
  Fountains of spray and fragments boil up around the boats. Stormtroopers roar in the sky. Here the Focke-Wulfs fly in. And they drop bombs.
  Several boats broke up. Soviet soldiers are drowning and dying.
  The enemy artillery fire is too dense.
  Even at night, the Fritz keep everything under fire. And their dive-bombers are worn. Including the grandfather of Yu-87. Although jet aircraft have already gone into the series.
  Here is the legendary Soviet Yak-9. He is fighting a German ME-309. Agreed maneuverability, against speed and weapons. The German is trying to defeat the Soviet car from the very first call. But he doesn't succeed. The yak, in turn, strives to go into the tail, but the Nazi leaves due to high speed.
  A faster German, with stronger weapons, against a more maneuverable Russian. But the rapid flight continues. The fascist uses seven firing points against seven, and touches the Soviet car. She loses speed and starts to fall.
  It emits wisps of smoke. And the engine is on...
  What is this war! It is difficult to oppose a machine as powerful in armament as the ME-309, in which seven firing points compensate for excess weight and poor maneuverability.
  High speed allows the fascist to go into a dive, and the forehead of the German fighter is well armored.
  Anyuta again tries to undermine the Mouse. The girl risks her life. She is already all scratched up, crawling naked through the fortifications. All beauty in scratches and pisuga. But then he throws a grenade with a package attached to the explosion. She is even hit by a burst from a machine gun. Scratches the beauty's shoulder.
  But on the other hand, the explosive package hit the muzzle of a 150-mm cannon. And the German has already received significant damage. With great difficulty, the car moves from its place, and crawls back to the location of its troops in order to lick its wounds.
  Focke-Wulfs and several TA-152s appear in the sky. They begin shelling the Soviet positions. A couple of the latest HE-183, attack jet vehicles, also appeared. These vultures reached speeds of up to eight hundred kilometers per hour, and it was almost impossible to hit them.
  The girls shoot back at the Germans. There is always a chance to hook the enemy, despite the powerful protection of attack aircraft from ground fire.
  Anyuta and Alla retrieved the captured Luftfaust. This weapon, consisting of nine interconnected twenty millimeter recoilless.
  You can shoot like a small anti-aircraft gun.
  And the warriors point at the enemy. They smoothly press the start ... Both beauties rested their bare feet on the rubble, feeling a smooth return.
  Focke-Wulf with six air guns, starts to smoke - his belly is torn open.
  The girls roar with delight:
  - Puck! Washer! Goal!
  Other German planes begin to circle over the heads of the girls. Beauties dart into the underground passages, dodging Focke-Wulf rockets.
  Anyuta received a rough heel with a twinkle. The girl murmured:
  - O infernal flames!
  The sole of the girl was covered with blisters and painfully aching. I wanted to poke something cold.
  And on the surface, the gaps continue. Snow hisses from the flames, ruins are torn apart. The Germans flood the positions with fire, but there is very little sense from this. Warriors hid like mice in minks. Let them iron themselves.
  Alla whispered in Anyuta's ear:
  - I think that soon the Nazis will finally run out of steam. They have a lot of strength, but in Stalingrad they have no opportunity to turn around!
  The blonde girl replied proudly:
  We're here like three hundred Spartans! We reflect the superior forces of the enemy!
  Red-haired Alla giggled and winked at her partner girl:
  - And you won't get around us!
  When the girls got to the surface, the raid ended. New black foot soldiers appeared. They climbed forward, and the girls had to open fire, forcing the enemy to dig the ground with their noses.
  Again, the "Lions" and "Tigers" went into battle. The Germans tried to press the Soviet army with heavy tanks. Every now and then shells rained down. The more vulnerable "Tiger" tried not to break away from its formations. Mortars rumbled as well.
  The girls fired at the Germans and their mercenaries. Knocked out opponents. Alla and Anyuta fired in pairs. Enemy muzzles appeared and settled. Then a new layer of advancing enemies.
  The girls sang during the battle.
  Alla began, firing:
  - Before...
  Anyuta, shooting, continued:
  - By you...
  Alla lupanuv added:
  - Legion...
  Anyuta, having cut off three, shushed:
  - Enemies...
  Alla, nailing opponents, blurted out:
  - They....
  Anyuta, having demolished half of the Arab's skull, continued:
  - They want...
  Allah, crushing the enemy, continued:
  - You...
  Anyuta, shooting, hissed in rage:
  - Shred...
  Allah, breaking through the skull of the Arab, growled:
  - Destroy...
  Anyuta, continuing to nail, hissed:
  - Notes...
  Alla, as if shooting, whistled:
  - Don't be afraid...
  Anyuta, firing an accurate shot, growled:
  - Enemy...
  Alla, firing like a sniper, continued:
  - Shtykov...
  Anyuta, firing further, barked:
  - Able to...
  Alla, without stopping firing, hissed:
  - Force...
  Anyuta, firing furiously, growled, correcting her friend:
  - Courage...
  Alla, in hard ecstasy, having shot through the heads of the Africans, barked:
  - Strength...
  Anyuta, galloping with fire, hissed:
  - Increase...
  Alla, shaking her red curls, continued:
  - And adversaries ...
  Anyuta, having hit the Arab in the stomach, issued:
  - Straightaway...
  Alla, firing with all calibers, barked:
  - Destroy...
  The girls took a breath. And after shooting a little more, they shouted:
  - We are the knights of the sniper rifle, the voice of the murder is ringing!
  The wave of pushing, colonial troops subsided somewhat. The Nazis again moved the tanks forward. "Tigers" -2 appeared with their long muzzles, and fired shells at everything that they managed to notice.
  "Tiger" -2 had the original shape of the tower and the slopes of the armor plates from the sides. This made him a little more tenacious. The female warriors again chose the tracks of the tank as their target. The fascist had to be like a snake in a frying pan.
  Anyuta threw an explosive package, crushing the front roller of the "Tiger" -2 and sang:
  - I met you with a gift ... Of course, I outlined a place in the coffin!
  Alla hissed, happily throwing a large, explosive package at the fascist:
  - But Pasaran!
  And from the explosion, the long muzzle of the German tank twisted. And the King Tiger began to turn back. Again, the fascist was badly wounded. Alla took it and barked, throwing a piece of glass with her bare toes:
  - To be you in an oak coffin!
  The glass, having flown by, landed right in the throat of an Indian, from among the colonial German troops.
  Anyuta winked at her partner and sang:
  - I'll dip my head into this barrel! I'll dip everyone!
  Alla fired a burst from a machine gun. The Germans were under attack again. The girl hissed:
  - We can do everything! And we will win!
  Anyuta fired her rifle and said:
  - A big win awaits! May our grandfathers be in glory!
  Alla did somersaults and rolled, spinning like a Christmas tree. The girl sang with a wink:
  - Mr. success, where are you going ... Mr. success - the fascists laugh ...
  German tanks, not saving shells, increased their fire. They poured their bursting presents. And they approached the Soviet positions, trying to avoid gaps.
  Anyuta, using a wire, as the captive Seryozhka taught them, pulled up a weighty mine. "Lion" slowly crawled up to the Soviet positions. Its 150mm gun kept spitting out shells. The girls hissed and winked.
  Anyuta sang:
  - Germans-peppers, fascists-Nazis... The end of a pacifist awaits you!
  Allah said with a smile:
  - Pacifism... It's even stupid to talk about pacifism when it comes to the Nazis!
  Anyuta hit the bridge of the nose of an Arab from the colonial guard with a well-aimed shot and chirped:
  - And they are crippled in thinking ... And in military affairs they are not so strong! Soon we will erase them from the face of the planet Earth!
  Alla gave another burst, rubbed her bare breasts on the gravel and sang:
  - I am a Russian knight on the knees of savages ... I will sweep away the enemies of the Fatherland from the face of the Earth!
  The red-haired beauty winked, glancing up at the sky. "Frames", German gunners, were spinning there.
  Creeped up, every now and then, getting stuck in the windbreak German "Lion". And his gun kept spitting.
  Anyuta, moving a mine under the tracks of a German tank, hissed:
  - For Seryozha ....
  The German stopped and fired again. The shell exploded behind the girls.
  Anyuta said:
  - Shells of milk, who has the brains of a baby!
  "Lion" stood for some time. Whether the German experienced crew felt danger ahead, or they wanted to use up the combat kit. But the "Lion" stood still for some time and spat out lethal shells.
  Anyuta noted that the German tank had a more advanced gun and fired more frequently than the KV-2. And this, of course, makes this car much more dangerous. Anyuta crossed herself and hissed:
  May the wicked go to hell!
  Alla fired at the fascist in the solar plexus, and barked:
  - Our victory is inevitable! And all will end well!
  Anyuta also cut off the Turk, and sang:
  - Although, it seems that soon life will be interrupted when trouble knocks on its black horn ... Horses neigh and blood flows like a river, and again the earth leaves from under your feet!
  Alla, having soaked the Iranian, added:
  - But the earth also has its own guardian ... And between the stars stretched to him ... Invisible saving threads to exile Hitler to Kolyma!
  The girls, firing, sang in unison:
  - Let's break Adolf, it will hurt him! I believe fascism will be defeated! And in our Russia, the messiah will appear, Lord of the peoples of all countries!
  And the warriors continued firing. But the enemy infantry lay down, and began to shoot and throw grenades. Fascist hordes tried to smoke the girls out with mortar fire. And throwing a lot of grenades.
  Allah philosophically remarked:
  - You can take the number in the elections, the skill in the elections without war!
  Anyuta giggled and remarked:
  - War is an area where quality beats quantity, elections, as a rule, are the opposite, and this is a joke!
  The warriors slightly retreated, grenades and their fragments were pouring too thickly. Alla even intercepted the thrown present with her foot and threw it back. The grenade flew by and hit the Nazis on their helmets. And how it explodes...
  It was as if another link had detonated somewhere.
  Allah philosophically noted:
  - Luck is the second happiness, success is the third, but the first skill!
  Anyuta giggled and interjected:
  - Luck is a reward for courage, but not for recklessness!
  Alla gouged out the eye of a Hindu from the colonial army and hissed:
  - Who is lucky, his soul sings!
  Anyuta smiled and chirped:
  - It's good when you're lucky, it means God will save you!
  The girls are a little more witty. Then the German "Lion" nevertheless moved forward, and hit a mine. The caterpillar ran into an explosive device and was torn apart.
  The wounded "Lion" spun and stood up ... The warriors were delighted and sang at the top of their lungs:
  - A lion is a cripple in thinking, a tiger is a source of all sorts of troubles ... There is nothing more interesting than a person in the world!
  Anyuta gave a long line, just a foreign army rose to storm and sang:
  We have rockets, planes,
  The strongest Russian spirit in the world...
  At the helm of the best pilots -
  The enemy will be crushed to dust and down!
  "Lion" seems to be badly damaged. She froze, spitting out a couple more shells.
  A nimble Panther appeared. However, she was afraid to go deep into the positions of the Soviet troops, but began to shoot. Shells whistled over the heads of the girls. And they broke rubble and fires.
  Anyuta prepared a grenade to throw, ready to catch the moment when the fascist tank approached at an accessible distance. But there are no fools in the Panther either. The Germans fired, laying shells in a checkerboard pattern, trying not to miss a single piece of land. And literally raked out every stone.
  Alla, patting her bare chest, remarked:
  - The tactics of the Fritz are flawed ... How much will they achieve like that?
  Anyuta remarked wittily:
  - A hen pecks grain by grain, and gains weight much faster than a pig swallowing large pieces!
  The Panther fired more than eighty shots, and after running out of ammunition, turned around, heading back to its lair. In its place, a new mastodon "Sturmtiger" appeared. The machine covered its wide trunk with a cap. It can be seen, thus, hoping to save himself.
  "Sturmtigr", fired at the positions of the Soviet troops from a distance. Rocket fired. The earth rose up, and a fiery fountain poured out jets of flame.
  The girls barely survived, they were fairly covered. Anyuta was even slightly deafened. The girl suddenly saw herself galloping on a horse. And that she commands a squad that attacked the Tatar army. And warriors ride horses with her. The Mongol-Tatars, unable to withstand the blow, retreat and die in thousands under the hooves.
  Anyuta, on the other hand, swings two swords and cuts down enemies. But the vision was suddenly interrupted.
  Alla hit her partner on the cheeks, shakes her, saying:
  - Well, everything! Now stop lying around!
  Anyuta answered angrily:
  - I did not lie down, but fought!
  The girl jumped up in a rage and threw a grenade. The present, having flown by, landed in the muzzle of the tank "Lev". Having received damage, the car wrinkled its weighty trunk.
  Anyuta exclaimed at the top of her lungs:
  - I am the knight of Rus'!
  Alla gave a burst from the machine gun and growled:
  - The boy replied, furrowing his eyebrows,
  I want to serve Holy Rus'...
  Let a sea of blood spill
  But God can save us!
  Anyuta fell on the rubble with her bare stomach and chest. Just in time, as hundreds of machine gun bursts swept over her head. The girl stuck out her tongue and said:
  - The madness of brave soldiers is the lifesaver of abstruse generals!
  Allah agreed:
  - The soldier is brave, the general is prudent, the enemy is cunning, success is solidarity only with wise courage!
  The girls opened fire again and chirped in solidarity:
  Above him squadrons
  Roaring in unison
  Adolf is a strong fool -
  Planting Sodom!
  Another armored "Lion" appeared. Two soldiers ran away from him, judging by the swarthy faces - Arabs. They tried to throw a chain on the hook in order to pull the developed tank from the battlefield.
  Alla and Anyuta fired, killing the techies at the same time. The warriors sang:
  - Do not destroy yourself and help out a comrade, help others out of the conflagration!
  Three blacks showed up. They raced with the chain as fast as they could, but were also shot by the girls. Moreover, Anyuta shot from a gun, pressing the dog with her bare toes.
  And she managed to hit her opponents extremely, like Robin Hood aptly.
  Allah remarked:
  - The mark is not the one who hits successfully, but who misses with bad luck!
  Anyuta threw a grenade with her bare foot and hissed:
  - The most accurate with the vision of a dagger can miss, but an unforgivably sharp mind can slip past the target!
  The grenade hit the mortar and began to explode, detonating the mines.
  Yes, Stalingrad was not easy for the Germans. Got them in it an eerie citadel of death!
  . CHAPTER #13
  On November 3, the Germans surrounded Tikhvin, and fighting took place in the city itself. The Red Army slowly retreated. Most of the city of Baku has already been captured, the Soviet troops are retreating to the peninsula. Yerevan is still barely holding on. Stalingrad is on the brink of destruction.
  But still, Stalin ordered this city not to surrender. Fighting unfolded for Astrakhan. In this city, the Fritz are also trying to advance. They heavily bomb all the approaches and destroy the infrastructure.
  Winter is coming... And the course of the war is becoming less and less predictable. But Stalingrad does not seem to hold. Supply through the Volga makes it difficult to freeze up, and massive bombing.
  On November 4, ninety percent of Tikhvin was already taken. And the Germans approached the Finnish territory. The Soviet troops, having suffered significant damage, could not gather enough strength to stop the enemy.
  The Finns and puppet Swedish troops also attacked the meeting. Significant forces were used.
  On November 5, the German coalition and the Finnish-Scandinavian troops united. Thus, a double ring closed around Leningrad. A new, major victory for the Third Reich.
  On November 6, fighting was still going on in the northern sector. The Nazis expanded the corridor. The situation was extremely difficult. In Tikhvin, the last remnants of resistance were burning down. The Germans fired ballistic missiles at Yerevan. Released three presentations. Caused significant damage with casualties. But in the end they didn't break anything.
  The city of Astrakhan was cut off by land from the rest of the Soviet territory. The situation escalated. New German and British battleships bombarded Murmansk. During the shelling, the commandant of the garrison, and many officers, were killed.
  It got even worse.
  And on November 7, the Nazis broke into the Volkhov, and finally crushed Tikhvin with the resistance of the Soviet troops. Thus, the gap with Leningrad grew sharply. It became clear that the city in the blockade is unlikely to survive.
  On November 8, the long-awaited tests of the Lev-2 tank finally took place. The machine had a modified layout. The engine, transmission and gearbox were located in one place and in front, and the fighting compartment in the back.
  The Germans, under the leadership of Porsche, made the car with energetic efforts on the anniversary of the putsch.
  Indeed, thanks to a lower silhouette, while maintaining the armament and armor of the "Lion", the weight of the car was reduced to sixty tons, with an engine of 1200 horsepower. Combat tests showed that it turned out to be a completely acceptable tank. Exactly what you need!
  The combination of good running and armor qualities.
  The Fuhrer, however, was not satisfied. He demanded to strengthen the armor of the sides and stern, as well as to put an 88-mm cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL.
  Another test vehicle was the E-100. This tank, however, turned out to be too heavy: 140 tons, but it has excellent protection from all angles and the armament of the Mouse. In general, the "E" series promised to be extremely promising. The Germans apparently did not waste time.
  The tank "Bars" with an engine of 1000 horsepower was also demonstrated, however, the car, however, seemed to Hitler not sufficiently protected.
  Shown on the anniversary and various kinds of aircraft. In particular, attack aircraft and modifications of the ME-262. And also TA-183. A whole parade of technology.
  Including powerful gas launchers, they are capable of demolishing entire cities and villages.
  Here, in fact, they demonstrated very strong systems of destruction.
  The Panther-2 also passed the tests, weighing fifty tons, it had a 150-millimeter sloped frontal armor, and a King Tiger gun. The side armor was 82 mm, at an angle. Such a tank more or less suited Hitler, so it was able to withstand thirty-fours in close combat.
  In general, the Nazis combed the menagerie.
  Passed and tested fighters "Gotha" capable of reaching speeds of one thousand one hundred kilometers per hour.
  In short, they gave up.
  Volkhov fell on November 9th. The situation has reached its climax. And again the Soviet tanks tried to counterattack.
  Gringeta froze near the gun. "Churchill" -2 stood in front of Soviet vehicles and spit out ammunition.
  The Lord's daughter Jane counted the hits. Soviet tanks slowed down as they drove into the ditch. And this was used by the German menagerie.
  Nicoletta took it and sang:
  - The English warrior is not afraid of death,
  Under the starry sky, death will not take us!
  For a lion with a crown will fight bravely,
  I will load the mighty machine gun!
  Malania nodded approvingly.
  - It's gorgeous! And we will charge too!
  The gun worked very actively. The shells flickered like matches leaving contours in the air. Yes, energetic girls got caught. And most importantly, accurate.
  Gringeta, nodding her head, sent a projectile into the base of the thirty-four's turret. Muttered:
  - This is death! She will come to my enemies! And I know henceforth, she is waiting for mustachioed enemies!
  Nicoletta said with a smile:
  - All the animals bowed to the mustachioed one ... So that he could fail the damned one!
  Gringeta laughed again, and fired, hissing:
  - My projectile is the most accurate. We will definitely get there!
  Nicoletta raised her index finger and said:
  - Pif, Paf - missed! The gray bunny jumped off!
  Gringeta, firing, sang:
  Everyone chooses for themselves
  Woman, religion, road...
  Serve the devil or the prophet
  Everyone chooses for themselves!
  Jane shook her head and protested:
  - Not certainly in that way! Ninety-nine percent of a person's faith is determined by birth, not by knowledge. Here we belong to the Anglican Church ... And if you look, on what basis? Is this our choice?
  Gringeta giggled and remarked:
  - I personally was in a believing family, but now I am more and more inclined towards atheism!
  Nicoletta giggled and stuck out her tongue.
  - Atheism... That's interesting!
  Malania noted philosophically:
  And far from everything! When there is no God, and there are no supernatural forces, then any religion is false!
  Gringeta nodded her head, willingly confirming:
  - It's like the communists! They came up with the idea that all religions are just people's fantasies. And on this they built a doctrine!
  Malanya curled her lips skeptically.
  - And what awaits them after death?
  Gringeta chuckled carnivorously. She fired a projectile, cutting the hull of another Soviet tank and answered:
  - Here you can think of a lot ... Even the resurrection of the dead by the forces of science!
  Malania recalled, grinning:
  - I read one book about the world of the future. There is already a space empire. There is no death, old age, disease. And, of course, hunger ... True, most of the population does not have a job, but there is enough for everyone.
  For example, cars are given away for free. And there are electronic machines with which they keep in touch with the whole world.
  Nicoletta remarked quite seriously:
  - Progress is fast. Look at these tanks... How they have advanced and become more perfect. Still, "Churchill" -2 cannot be compared with "Matilda".
  Malania agreed with this:
  - Yes, the tanks have advanced ... This is chic!
  Another attack of Soviet tanks bogged down, and there was a break.
  On November 10 and 11, the Germans carried out small offensive operations, cutting corners in the north.
  Soviet troops tried to counterattack north of Stalingrad, but did not achieve much success. There were already the last houses in the city. Destroyed at the same time, to the ground. But for now, Stalin ordered to keep it to the end.
  The city of Baku is almost captured. But the oil wells are on fire and fighting has broken out among them. The Germans are constantly bombing.
  The battles in Astrakhan are at their peak...
  On November 12, the Turks launched an attack on Yerevan. The pressure was repulsed. The Ottomans suffered. But the fau was fired again. On November 13, the Germans occupied the last quarters of Baku - announcing the capture of the city. Only on the peninsula, fighting was still going on, and the sky was black from flaming wells.
  November 14, the Nazis began the assault on Murmansk. They used artillery, and aircraft...
  Stalingrad was on fire, but the redeployed Soviet reinforcements made it possible to hold on. Although only for the edge of the city, and at the cost of colossal losses.
  During the assault on Murmansk, a large armada of battleships gathered, and aircraft carriers also approached. The city was pressed like a roller of plasma. And they bombed and fired.
  On November 15, fascist troops began to move, attacking the city, the only non-freezing port in the Arctic Ocean. "Mouses" took part in the battles, and even the "Rat" tank, which the Nazis wanted to try out in practice.
  However, the "Rat" was somewhat disappointing. She first advanced, and then got stuck in the snowdrifts. And stopped on the outskirts of the city. The Germans were not quite ready for the offensive. But the shelling didn't stop. On November 16, the Nazis practically completed the cleanup of oil, flaming wells. But part of the peninsula was inaccessible to them, because of the fires that had grown to the seventh heaven.
  On November 17, the Nazis captured the last branch of the Volga Delta, and thereby blocked Astrakhan more thoroughly. Baku has long been cut off.
  Yerevan was also stormed. The city is on a hill, very convenient for defense, but it is difficult to storm it especially with tanks.
  On November 18, Soviet troops again tested the strength of the Nazi defenses north of Stalingrad. This weakened the onslaught on what was left of the year on the Volga, but was worth tangible losses.
  On November 19, the Germans stopped the assault on Murmansk due to heavy losses.
  Thus, the possessed Fuhrer could not pull out in any way, numerous splinters from his position. The plans of the Nazis to end the USSR before winter failed.
  Worst of all, as Japan, suspended the offensive, due to cold weather, and huge losses in manpower. The only thing is that the samurai increased the production of their own thirty-fours and licensed Panthers. And they could cause trouble next summer.
  On November 20, the Germans partially extinguished the fires and cleared most of the peninsula.
  On November 21, Soviet troops again attacked the Germans and even wedged a few kilometers north of Stalingrad. The Nazis had to weaken their onslaught and try to regain their positions.
  Fights, as they say in such cases, are just at the level of a freak!
  On November 22, the Nazis tried to advance in the region of Turkmenistan. And after walking ten kilometers, they were stopped. But on November 23, having introduced the Shah's brigades into battle, they advanced again. The situation has become extremely aggravated in the region of Central Asia.
  On November 24, there were no significant changes on the fronts ...
  On November 25, the Nazis resumed the assault on Murmansk. Threw new parts into battle. But there's little point so far.
  November 26 has come - eleven years since the elections to the Reichstag, after which Hitler was appointed Reich Chancellor.
  For the first time, the newest E-100 tank was deployed to the front.
  It was the combat practice of such a machine.
  The tank looked rather long, almost flattened. The long muzzle of a 128mm cannon protruded from it. And frontal armor at an angle of forty-five degrees. And he is tilted from the sides.
  The E-100 tank moved thanks to the latest 1500-horsepower engine, faster than the Maus. And the projectiles bounced off him.
  And inside the car appeared a cheerful four Magda, Christina, Gerda and Charlotte.
  The girls gave birth to children for the Fuhrer, and left them under the care of special SS nannies.
  And just arrived at the front. The girls are very funny. They missed the battles. And here is just the opportunity to express themselves. Take, finally, this northern Sevastopol.
  And to establish the dominance of the Third Reich in the Arctic Ocean. How much longer can the war really drag on? And the four think: can at least something change together with them?
  It is not too frosty near Murmansk - the Gulf Stream insulates. The girls are in a fighting mood. Each had a couple - a boy and a girl! So you can rejoice.
  Magda and Christina hovered around the guns. The tank is brand new and easy to handle. From the sides it is protected by 120 mm of sloping armor, plus another 50 mm shield. So the car can not be pierced from all angles.
  The girls were whistling a song. They are great at heart.
  Gerda remarked with a smile on her amber lips:
  - Now we have a common offspring with Hitler. We are members of the royal family!
  Charlotte giggled as she remarked:
  - And ahead - only zeros!
  Tank "E" -100 approached the Soviet positions. Everything around was so destroyed that shots from the Soviets were rare, and usually from light guns.
  Magda aimed her 128mm cannon and fired at the Soviet magpie. The honey blonde girl sang:
  - I'm a tigress, and I have a grin... And the vicious tiger tore everyone apart!
  The Soviet forty-five rolled back, several Russian soldiers were killed.
  Magda purred like a cat:
  - I'm a superman, my method is simple... I'll bite off those who have tails made of wool! And then the girl began to laugh. Well, just like a wild goddess.
  Hitler's prostitutes rocked the tank. And they themselves jumped in a car with inclined armor.
  But then the warriors turned their car. Charlotte, this beauty with copper-colored hair, how to sing:
  - Tsok, tsok, tsok ... Roll the stream! The Nazi cavalry ate all the sand!
  And after that, Charlotte, how she wants to laugh ... She even clanged her teeth. And again the tank spun. The Germans tore down the barbed wire fence. The machine, the size of a Tyrannosaurus rex, growled obscenely. And the warriors bared their cute and carnivorous faces.
  The girls endured in themselves and gave birth to children from Adolf Hitler. And that already says something. Beautiful shrews, but at the same time moral freaks. Here they crushed a Soviet soldier who fell under the wheels. And they pressed a 76-mm cannon into the ground. We drove over it. Flattened steel. Warriors showed figure aerobatics. The shells seemed more harmless than peas, in a rattle that a child is shaking. The next cannon that the E-100 flattened was the 85mm.
  Magda giggled.
  - And we crush the Russians like bedbugs!
  Christina corrected her friend:
  - More like bears! A bear is a big animal!
  Red-haired Charlotte added, baring her fangs:
  - And toothy!
  German tanks pushed their way through the city's defense lines. The Soviet troops fought very hard. Everyone took up arms. Even ten-year-old boys fought in the militia. There were also many girls. All the inhabitants gathered, but there were not enough weapons. Mass heroism was manifested in everything. The pioneers, using homemade explosives or bundles of grenades, got close to the Nazi tanks and threw themselves under the tracks - dying for their homeland.
  The E-100 tank received some damage. One of the boys managed to push through a heavy mine. He died himself, but damaged a German car. The roller burst, and part of the caterpillar flew off. The big car slowed down. Then a couple of warriors threw bundles of grenades, shattering the thick tracks.
  E-100, having passed the front line, lost its mobility.
  Gerda aimed six machine guns, and turned them on when the Soviet soldiers tried to counterattack. Dozens of Russians and representatives of other peoples of Russia fell down, pierced by machine-gun bullets. The Soviet soldiers, however, ran forward. They threw grenades and died. Part of the fragments reached the E-100, but the machine guns worked properly. And the devil Gerda is so accurate. And her bullets almost never fly in vain.
  And Russian soldiers are dying...
  Christina was fired from a rapid-fire 75 mm cannon, fragmentation shells, and fired from a coaxial machine gun. The red-haired beast, tearing Soviet soldiers with bullets, hissed:
  - I am the bearer of death ... Satan himself is red-haired to me!
  Magda timidly remarked:
  - Well, you don't have to. Satan is the enemy of God and is doomed to the lake of fire!
  Christina slapped the metal with her bare foot and bellowed:
  What about the lake of fire? My hair is like a flame!
  Gerda said with a smirk:
  - The Fuhrer himself will forgive us any sins ... More precisely, the very concept of sin, is it essentially outdated?
  Magda shrugged.
  - You want to say that the concept of sin is outdated ...
  Gerda turned on her machine guns again, suppressing a desperate counterattack by Russian soldiers. Bullets killed them like gifts from hell. The E-100 is very heavily protected in this modification. As many as eight machine guns, two coaxial with cannons, and the rest were controlled on hinges. And they hit very hard.
  Gerda roared with a grin:
  - Sin, this is the basis of the existence of the Third Reich! Our religion is truly the faith of the beasts!
  Red-haired Christina, firing from a cannon and killing Russian soldiers, sang:
  - My affectionate and gentle beast... I love your fangs, believe me! My infernal and fanged beast!
  One of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns again managed to hit the rinks and break them. E-100 finally stopped. Magda, however, punished the annoying anti-aircraft gun by covering it with a heavy charge. Well, the tracks were broken.
  Frowning, Gerda called a tugboat and asked:
  - Pull us out, please! We are dying! The tracks are broken!
  The answer came immediately:
  - The tug will be!
  Christina sang with a smile:
  - This is the move! Enemies to waste!
  Magda fired at the gun, which the Russian soldiers were trying to pull out for direct fire. She smashed the barrel, and scattered the Soviet soldiers in different directions. One of the soldiers was torn in half, and fought in agony.
  The blonde Christian crossed herself, and raising her eyes to the sky, she prayed:
  - Forgive me Lord! For involuntary sin and murder!
  Christina giggled and remarked:
  - No, that's not possible! You must be hard as a rock! Become a rock for us!
  Magda confidently answered:
  - There is only one rock - Jesus Christ!
  The red devil barked:
  - Jesus was a pacifist! And our faith and profession is war!
  The E-100 tank was towed and dragged towards the German positions. Gerda, with the smile of the snow queen, remarked:
  - Rollers are the most vulnerable part of the tank. And this must be fought!
  Charlotte shook her head.
  - Do not cover the entire rollers with shields. This is not possible, as part of the caterpillars will still be open!
  Magda suggested:
  - And if you make the rollers small and without a pallet?
  The red-haired she-devil giggled and showed her pearl teeth:
  - And how to give them more speed?
  Magda rubbed the metal with her bare sole and suggested:
  - And if you use electric motors?
  Charlotte pulled up her stomach and twisted her neck.
  - A possible option... And the tanks will burn less!
  Magda said tearfully:
  - That's when we get into hell, it will burn and burn like torches!
  The redhead snarled:
  - Well, so what ... And the angels are created from a bright flame! Let's be angels!
  Christina took it and sang deafeningly:
  - I'm not an angel, but just a devil, but for people I have become a saint .... Get the enemies of the calculation, under the torture of such unearthly pain!
  The girls were silent... Stormtroopers were spinning in the sky, and the cannonade rumbled. And the bombs kept raining down and raining down ... Like a real hail of destruction and devastation.
  Murmansk was burning and people were dying. The Germans even launched a ballistic missile. Not a very effective weapon. It"s easier to drop a five-ton bomb from the Yu-488, it will be both more accurate and cheaper.
  Christina was the first to jump out barefoot into the snow when the tank was taken to the emergency parking lot. The repairmen were there. The girls moved into a warm hut. Lie down on mattresses. Gerda and Charlotte began to play pocket chess.
  Magda and Kristina began to do a press so that their bellies were embossed and did not sag during pregnancy. Beautiful to shiver in the loins of a warrior. Still fresh, but these are already women who have given birth to children. And dying is not so scary now - there is someone to continue the race! Even with the seed of such a bastard as Hitler.
  But the girls from the SS battalion "Tigers", the Fuhrer is really something like God. And no longer a pagan god, but something Almighty and incomprehensible in its genius.
  Gerda played the king's gambit and developed a strong attack. Charlotte stubbornly defended herself. There was an exchange of blows. But it all ended in mutual extermination, and a draw. Then Magda and Kristina began to play chess. And Charlotte and Gerda began to do press and push-ups. The girl actively kept in shape.
  Magda, playing and pushing the opponent, philosophically remarked:
  - It's still weird...
  Christina asked with an innocent smile on her lips:
  - What's strange?
  The blonde superman replied:
  - The fact that whites are the colors of goodness, but they are the first to start the war!
  The red devil rationally remarked:
  - But we are also good ... But the Bolsheviks attacked Russia first!
  Magda sang in response with a sad tone:
  - But everything blooms before us, everything burns behind us ...
  Christina replied in a clear voice:
  - You don't have to whine! With us is the one that will decide everything for us!
  Gerda continued to sing:
  - Cheerful, not gloomy, let's go home - blond athletes will be our reward!
  After that, the whole four burst out laughing... An attendant teenager appeared and gave the girls sandwiches with butter, cheese, sausage, and dried fruits. The girls ate, and they were exhausted in the heat. The beauties fell asleep. It's good when you're young and healthy - you can easily go to sleep.
  The next day, November 27, E-100 was only partially restored. The girls did not take part in the attack. But on the other hand, in one bikini, and barefoot through the snowdrifts, they made a run. They were looked at as if they were crazy, rushing almost naked in the cold. But girls are generally aerobatics. They are special people of the future!
  Gerda stepped forward. And not so barefoot girl Gerda, which was in Andersen's fairy tale. But also courageous and hardened. And at the same time, she became a born killer. Swift girl, with strong muscles.
  However, all four girls are good. They raced at a fast pace fifty kilometers and returned back. Then they did a series of exercises, sang, and swayed. A little practice in shooting.
  Only the next day the E-100 tank was repaired. Well, and it's not so bad. Moreover, in this super-heavy machine there was an original arrangement of rollers, different from the staggered order, which increased driving performance on snow, but created certain problems for repairmen out of habit. Although it is just easier to mount the E-100 than the "Tiger" or "Panther".
  On November 28, the Nazis were able to break through a little deeper in Murmansk. But the resistance of the Soviet troops is simply incomprehensible. And even the sixteen-inch shells of the battleships of Britain and Germany could not break the will of the defense.
  But the Nazis still advanced. The E-100 tank passed a couple of blocks in a day, but again damaged the tracks. But this time the repair took only a few hours. On November 29, the terminator girls collided with a KV-3 tank. The Soviet car hit the frontal armor a couple of times, but the shells flew off from the slope. Magda fired back at the Russian tank, setting it ablaze like a pile of stacked torches.
  Christina asked her partner with a mocking grin:
  - Don't you feel sorry for those Russians at all?
  Magda sincerely replied:
  - I feel sorry for everyone, even those who are not worthy of pity!
  And the girl sighed heavily, turning her eyes to the sky. The warriors tried to act more and more carefully. In order not to be distracted by repairs. The 128 mm and 75 guns worked like donkeys. But still the tank was damaged.
  One of the walls exploded and collapsed on the car. Scratched and slightly dented the armor.
  On November 30, the Nazis advanced even further. In some places, even went to the city center. But on the same day, a well-aimed shot from a forty-five damaged the muzzle of a 128-mm cannon, and the girls were forced to stand up again for repairs. And, apparently, longer.
  Then the four decided to fight instead of a tank, like simple infantry. The beauties tried to fight, fighting in one bikini. But in the cold, the girls could only endure a few hours in such a half-naked form, and then they ran to warm up.
  Gerda burrowed into the snow, fired from the latest MP-44 machine gun, and killed Russian soldiers quite actively. Here she is, a barefoot girl with white hair, hit a Red Army colonel in the head. And she said:
  - No, I'm still Aryan!
  Charlotte, who was advancing from the other side, giggled:
  - You are a warrior who brings death to enemies. - Then a red-haired, bare-legged girl fired at the major and hit him right under the eye. Pretty grinned. - You see, I shoot just as well!
  Gerda gave a turn, finishing off the Komsomol member, and the captain of the Russian troops, showed her teeth bitch:
  - Yes, you shoot, and I saw! Like a chainsaw!
  Charlotte threw a shard of glass with her bare toes. He hit the lieutenant of the Russian army in the neck, and chirped:
  - And here I am, dabble in glass!
  Gerda ran through the snow, leaving bare, graceful footprints. She ran bent over. Then the tigress girl turned over and did a somersault. She twisted and moved her head into the chin of a Soviet soldier. He spat out blood. Gerda squeezed her throat with her bare feet and strangled the Russian.
  The red-haired she-devil Charlotte strangled the pioneer. That's how nasty and evil the girls turned out to be.
  Magda also killed Russian soldiers, but did not touch the children. No, she will never raise her hand to a child. And in general, the shedding of blood did not give her pleasure. But still, she is a tigress from the SS battalion, and she must obey the order.
  Here Christina threw a dagger at a boy who looked about twelve years old. Already cruel. No, adults should not kill children!
  Magda crossed herself and whispered:
  - Forgive the Lord! You're disgusting to me, but war is war!
  And the blonde shot at the Russian sniper, he fell, pierced by an accurate hit on the bridge of the nose. Alas, the famous four appeared. The girls first killed the British and partly the Americans, but now they took up
  Russians. Such are the rattling grins of the Second World War. The grins that show the most real, and sharp fangs!
  Christina rubbed her bare foot against the wood, still feeling chilly and remarking:
  - Ugly? And what do you want from red-haired witches!
  . CHAPTER #14
  The Germans gradually froze the activity. Including aviation - and forced because of the deterioration of weather conditions. It was not entirely possible to fulfill the tasks set on the eve of the offensive. True, the Caucasus is practically captured. Baku oil production is under control. The USSR lost its largest source of oil. True, the Germans themselves still have to spend time to restore the wells. Captured and Karelia, Arkhangelsk, part of the northern coast. Completely cut off from communication with the rest of Russia Leningrad. Some other territories are captured in the center. Half of Turkmenistan is also occupied. Japan captured the whole of Mongolia, and also wedged into Central Asia and partially created bridgeheads beyond the Amur, in the Usuri region. True, the samurai succeeded somewhat less. Vladivostok is completely blocked and it is being shelled.
  Moscow is about 200 kilometers away. And already the Germans can bombard the capital with ballistic missiles and bomb with jet aircraft. But in winter and in frost, the Wehrmacht lost the opportunity to carry out a further offensive. Especially the colonial troops: Indians, Africans, Arabs are very cold. And they lost most of their combat capability. It is a sin not to take advantage of such a situation. Although the Red Army suffered huge losses, it was also severely depleted.
  Indeed, the General Staff decided, despite all the difficulties with the supply and the loss of the Caucasus, to carry out several large offensive operations in the winter. Even if the fascists don"t dare to stick their nose out in the winter, but we will pinch them and crush them.
  Or, in any case, we will force them to fight in the worst weather conditions.
  Vasilevsky, the head of the general staff and deputy minister of defense, quite logically, suggested that the USSR would not be able to win the technological race against all of Europe and Africa, with Asia to boot.
  In this regard, over the winter, the advantage of the enemy, especially in aviation, will only grow. Yes, of course, Soviet designers have already developed and continue to develop new, more advanced tanks. In particular, the T-34-85 with a larger turret and a powerful gun. Well, the IS-2 with a 122-millimeter gun is on the way. But the Germans will not stand still either. Besides, even the new cars aren't good enough to beat the Lion or any heavy car.
  And it is unlikely that it will be possible now to achieve numerical superiority.
  Voznesensky also spoke. He also spoke in favor of an early offensive:
  - After the loss of the Caucasus, our army will experience a severe shortage of fuel. More precisely, we already experience it to the fullest. However, in winter, the daytime period is much shorter, non-flying weather is common and fuel consumption will also be reduced.
  People's Commissar Zhdanov also hastened to add:
  - In addition, our fighters and sappers blew up all the oil wells in the Caucasus. And this means that the Fritz cannot yet use our oil. But considering how quickly the cruel fascists are able to build and restore everything, then in the spring Baku oil will also flow into the artery of the economy of the Third Reich.
  Stalin summed up the discussion:
  - At the end of December we will strike the first winter strike. The only question is where?
  There was no unity among the military. Zhukov proposed to strike in the center and throw the enemy away from Moscow. Vasilevsky suggested that it would be better to find a weak point in Tikhvin. At the same time, help Leningrad, which the double ring of the blockade may not survive.
  Rokossovsky called for an offensive in the direction of Voronezh. There were ideas to attack the Nazis in Astrakhan, or even near Arkhangelsk. Stalin listened to all the comments, scratched something and thought.
  The idea of pushing the enemy away from Moscow looked seductive and begging. However, it is in the center that the Nazis are now the strongest and well entrenched.
  It seemed illogical to attack, forcing the Volga, the river was large and full-flowing, and the very first phase of the operation would become protracted.
  A variant of an attack between the Don and the Volga is possible, but ours have already been beaten there, and the Germans are also well fortified.
  Vasilevsky's idea looks the most logical. In the north, the Germans are weaker, and their troops somehow have less combat experience. Moreover, Tikhvin was recently occupied, the German troops were located on the ledge. But it is quite possible that the Fritz think so.
  Give all the forces in the direction of Voronezh? A balcony formed in the configuration of the front, which it would be very rational to try to cut down like a slanting sow thistle.
  Some more interesting thoughts are to fuck near Arkhangelsk. Considering that the Fritz will have to transfer reinforcements by the seas, there is rational grain in this direction.
  Although it is difficult to supply our own troops, especially since the fascists' submarine fleet totally dominates in the sea. Yes, and new cruisers from the Nazis are coming into operation. It seems that they even almost built the previously flooded battleship Bismarck. Moreover, the new ship should beat the record size and armament of the Yamato.
  Although on the other hand, why do Fritz need battleships? To throw dust in the eyes of the whole world? More concerned about the data on new types of weapons that are being developed in the Third Reich. Especially about missiles and jet aircraft, and this is serious.
  After a little hesitation, Stalin approved the plan: to launch an offensive on the Tikhvin region at the end of December, and in early January to feel the enemy near Voronezh.
  In general, this looked logical ... Meanwhile, the almost forgotten four girls continued their heroism on the Eastern Front. Gerda and Charlotte and Christina and Magda von Singer - after a pause caused by the fact that they all almost simultaneously became pregnant; then gave birth to healthy children, returned to the front.
  The weather was cold, the beauties arrived just on the twenty-fifth of December. It is snowing and the wind is blowing curls. And they chose not the warmest place for themselves - right near Leningrad.
  Upon arrival, the bikini-clad girls had a jog through the snowdrifts. In fact, true Aryans must show that they are not afraid of any, even the most severe cold. Together with them, a ninja boy who had arrived from Japan, whom everyone called Karas, fled.
  This kid became famous for participating in special operations. Pleasant oriental features, together with blond hair inherited from an unknown father, made the boy very handsome.
  The girls even made eyes at him in response, although Karas, perhaps, is not yet a couple for them. But the relief of the muscles, like a wire, runs, that even these hardened and experienced tigresses cannot keep up with it.
  The girls after giving birth at the training base completely regained their shape, but not every superman is given to withstand such an icy pace.
  Christina, who, like Magda, von Singer, managed to fight with the Russians, remarked:
  - Frost and snow are their main ally. And so nothing is cooler than the British!
  Magda rightly remarked:
  - I wouldn't say that. The Russians are much stronger and the units almost never retreat!
  Charlotte made a somersault, while jogging, giggling, remarked:
  - But this is rather their weakness than a plus .... I don"t understand such methods of command and control of troops as the creation of barrage detachments and executions of the commanders of retreating units.
  Barefoot Gerda herself, turning over while running and stretching, agreed:
  - Of course - you won't get good warriors from under the stick. - Here the blonde girl, however, was forced to admit, gritting her heart. - But the Russians are fighting well if they have already held out for two and a half years. We would like their vitality!
  Christina snorted contemptuously.
  - Are you talking to us?
  Gerda giggled, remarking:
  We are the elite! Especially Marseille!
  The best ace of all times and peoples, despite the categorical prohibition of Hitler, who wanted this symbol of invincibility to focus solely on teaching work - after all, he was still a lieutenant general, nevertheless broke through to the front.
  Or rather, the Fuhrer graciously allowed him to return if the Germans felt bad somewhere.
  The Nazis, of course, just in case, strengthened the defense and prepared for the winter, but they strongly doubted that the Russians would have the resources for large-scale offensive actions.
  However, intelligence worked. That is, information about the impending offensive to liberate Tikhvin nevertheless leaked out. Moreover, the Soviet troops began a powerful artillery preparation, just in time for Christmas.
  The Katyushas were thrashed, and even a couple of the first Andryusha high-power jet launchers. And the rumble was such that the barefoot, half-frozen girls caught it.
  Fortunately, their hearing is excellent and their eyes sparkle with sparks.
  Looking at each other, the girls came to the conclusion:
  - What now we will fight, as it should!
  And the ninja boy Karas said:
  - My task will be to enter Leningrad and reconnoiter there. You are too beautiful for scouts!
  Magda languidly tilted her eyelashes, answering:
  - And you, too... And if the Russians seem strange, your accent?
  Karas logically remarked:
  - When you speak Russian too correctly, it betrays a foreigner in you much more. In any case, I ran, but carefully crush the adversary on the flank ...
  The girls rushed to their tank. After all, they are test tankers. And they chose for themselves, something new. More precisely, even two novice tanks at once, which must be tested at the front.
  Namely, "Weasels", cars with two crew members with a very low silhouette. The very first models of tanks of a new generation, where the Germans really seriously engaged in compacting the layout. And some interesting know-how in management. In particular, the electric transmission and the location of the gearbox mounted in the motor. And the tankers themselves, a couple, were actually lying down. At the same time, the transmission and engine were placed at the back, and the girls were comfortably located on their stomachs. And their legs crushed the gears and buttons at the back, and their hands, on the contrary, moved comfortably when shifting. The most recumbent seat is made to order and copies the shape of their bodies. There really is no tower - it turned out to be self-propelled guns, and so low that the rollers are located outside.
  Of course, the cannon cannot turn, but it can rotate a little. Well, the fighter itself famously turns around its axis, and thereby compensates for the lack of a tower.
  Magda explained to the companion girls:
  - There, without a turret, tanks get cheaper and lower. Here we can adjust the height, lowering it to 1.2 meters and raising it to 1.5 ... Almost like partisans, we crawl on the plastuna.
  With a weight of 12 tons, the car had excellent frontal armor of 82 millimeters at an angle of inclination of 40 degrees from the horizontal at the top. The bottom one is very small. The sides are protected worse at 60 millimeters, but the rollers themselves still cover. The 400 horsepower engine provides excellent driving performance. Plus, the location of the rollers and the suspension make it possible not only to reduce the silhouette, but also provide excellent cross-drifts.
  Like it or not, but a heavier menagerie, starting with the Panther, much more bulky and clumsy. And on the snowdrifts and completely coffin.
  Gerda, who settled down with her longtime partner Charlotte, and involuntarily she felt discomfort in the cramped, compact and oblong box of the tank. Although, of course, we must pay tribute to the fact that the car with the T-4 armament and the best armor fit into the weight of 12 tons. The blonde terminator remarked:
  - The most comfortable tanks were "Tiger" and "Lion". In this car, even us girls have a hard time turning around.
  Charlotte replied:
  - But protection ... Like the newest "Panther", which only since November began to enter the troops with a 60-millimeter case .... True, the forehead is closed better than ours with 120-millimeters, but you still need to hit it. In such an angle as ours, an 85-millimeter cannon will ricochet even when firing point-blank.
  Gerda scratched her foot behind her ear, but from this movement all the same her toe rested on the sloping roof and remarked:
  - The Russians warned us that tanks with a caliber of 122 millimeters may appear. Intelligence does not sleep!
  Charlotte said confidently, puffing out her cheeks and twisting her mouth in anger:
  - Our intelligence, as always, is on top. Only we were locked in a cramped box.
  The new engine of 400 horsepower, as the instructions said, could be boosted for a short time with a water-metal or nitrogen mixture. In this case, the tank could rush for several minutes at a speed of over 100 kilometers.
  The Soviet troops went into a breakthrough, before that they riddled all the trenches and bunkers of the Nazis. But the Nazis withdrew most of the troops to the second and third lines. After that, they tried to meet the infantry with artillery fire and machine-gun ranks.
  Ahead, of course, were moving tanks. Since the more powerful T-34-85 had not yet entered mass production, the smaller and more mobile T-34-76 attacked. They, regardless of losses, climbed onto the trench line and used their excellent driving performance in the snow.
  And here are the German cars trying to answer. The T-4 has already been taken out of production, but several of these are still in service. Oddly enough, they move better in snowdrifts than newer monsters. Those still need to be started in order to clear the snow that has clogged between the skating rinks. It"s even funny how the Fritz boil water in boilers, and then pour it on the tracks so that this vile crust comes off.
  Even the best German tank "Lion" even suffers with such rollers. True, in the most modifications, the French have already taken this into account, and the machine itself is capable of beating a thirty-four ... But this is only conditionally speaking so simple.
  But here's a couple of German tanks still moved... But the rest, how to say... In the top! True, from the "Lion" cool tankers try to hit the T-34-76 from a long distance. It should be noted that given the fragility of the armor of the Soviet-designed cast turret, unfortunately there is a chance to hit.
  The lack of alloying elements is so acute that even the 50 mm guns of the Fritz are dangerous. However, hits from a small 37 mm cannon also cause collapses and shedding of armor, or the hull with the turret cracks.
  The relative vulnerability of the "thirty-four" led to the fact that the idea of re-equipping the "Panthers" with a more powerful gun was postponed until better times. Or rather, the worst ones - if IPs go into the series. But so far, the IS-1 has not become a mass series. But information has already been leaked to the IS-2 account. Since many generals already understood that the USSR was almost doomed, and did not find it shameful to betray their homeland for money. So the number of spies, including the General Staff, has grown significantly.
  Here is a heavy modification of the "Lion" with a 128 mm cannon. He tries to reach the thirty-fours with his long paw ... But try to hit.
  However, the Soviet tankers decide to attack the Fritz themselves. Even if given the rate of fire of the Wehrmacht guns, this is suicidal.
  Here the "Lion" managed to tear off the tower and four friends flew away like doves to the next world ... But other tanks are even more actively running out ... Here the craftsmen have become aggravated to somehow boost diesel engines, that they, albeit for a short time, but without any mixtures, accelerate the tank up to 70 kilometers. Let the motor break after that. But here desperate guys come on the attack, who have no return. Well, what? If it is impossible to live otherwise, then forget about survival.
  And now, like a demon from the snow world, a Soviet tank, having chosen the most expensive victim for itself, rams a heavy and lethal "Lion". The German car had just started to leave the hangar.
  The blow is strong, the muzzle of the Soviet machine is bent. "Lion" is quite low and the hulls of both machines are flattened. And then the German engine in front explodes. And the fire begins, and the flight of the Nazis, through the lower hatch.
  Not all, of course, Soviet tanks were able to break through to ramming distance. The tools of the Fritz work and grind. But whoever succeeds, how he will hit!
  Gerda and Charlotte were a little ahead of their friends and were within the limits when the Soviet cars were already visible. Well, you can shoot, but it's better to get closer. From five kilometers, even the fragile armor of a thirty-four is problematic to take.
  Fiery Charlotte philosophically remarked:
  - That's always the case. Can't shoot from a distance!
  Gerda replied:
  - You can if you are careful enough!
  But so far the situation has not forced them to open fire from long distances. And hardly anyone will notice their white-painted tank. And the car runs so well. No one will blame the chassis.
  And yes, the ride is smooth. Soviet vehicles are also not bad, and here they have already hacked the first line of German defense and are breaking through the second. And the weather is non-flying, a snowstorm has risen, and numerous Wehrmacht aircraft are off.
  Considering the numerical weakness of the red aviation, and the acute shortage of fuel, there can be no better weather.
  Let the Fritz hide. Already, some of them even began to wave white rags. Hitler will be kaput ...
  Gerda fired from two kilometers. In principle, this is not yet a defeat for sure, but seeing how many Germans the Russians managed to cripple, then what to expect. Moreover, thirty-fours are even less tenacious than at the beginning of the war, and they have not yet managed to develop new deposits. So...
  The blonde terminator was very worried when she pulled the trigger of the gun. She had already lost the habit of live shooting - except for the storming of Murmansk, although she continued to practice in shooting ranges and training grounds during her pregnancy, as well as during the first months of her reign. But apparently it"s easier to fight in a bikini and barefoot, you become one with the car ... The shell hit and warped the tower ... No, it didn"t catch fire, but the friend had to stop anyway. And now another victim...
  Charlotte whispers:
  - Who is used to fighting for victory. He will go to the grave with us ... - Gerda fired, and the red-haired warrior corrected. - Or rather, we will all together bring the enemies to the grave.
  Snow White the Terminator interrupted angrily:
  - Yes, there is no inspiration, do not distract the song!
  Charlotte pleaded:
  - Sing it yourself! You are so capable!
  And Gerda, leading the fire, sang;
  The homeland and the army are two pillars,
  On which the planet rests!
  We will protect you with our breasts,
  Your army is warmed by all the people!
  
  The clouds are cool, and the heat shone,
  The machine gun rubbed the soldier's shoulder!
  Forever homeland we are with you,
  Let's dig a grave for the villain!
  
  Yes, sometimes the face of fortune is cruel,
  The bullet strives to pierce our heart!
  Smallness retreated and the fighter died,
  Open the door of the Lord to the hero!
  
  In the bottomless skies we have peace,
  Paradise, blessed warrior does not shine!
  Peace in the fatherland I carry with me,
  Our children will taste the fruit of victory!
  While singing, Gerda beat nine more tanks, significantly improving her score.
  Then Charlotte sang:
  beckoning starry heights,
  Attract to endless distances!
  And our people of the world of thought,
  Dream of a flying Icarus!
  
  My eyes are fixed on the sky
  The sphere is hard to touch.
  From the first screws of Archimedes -
  Planed them long and tedious!
  Then the girl could not resist and began to aim and fire herself ... The Soviet tankers did not pay attention to the shots, although Magda's self-propelled gun also joined. Still, in a blizzard you can"t really see where, what and how it hits. Plus, both tanks sat down and became almost indistinguishable from the snowdrift. Yes, and the new gun was more inconspicuous, and at the end there was a silencer with a light outlet. This is the most insidious car turned out by the Fritz.
  The crucian carp, which at that moment was hovering from its side, sang with excitement:
  - If women are fighting, it's better not to fight!
  It seemed like what damage two cars of only twelve tons each could cause? However, in this case, frames are everything. The girls practically did not miss, although not all hits turned out to be deadly. Three or four slanted armor of thirty-fours ricocheted, about a dozen landings led to damage to varying degrees of vehicles, but from the category of those that are easy to fix in the field. But about fifty poor-quality armor of Soviet vehicles was seriously damaged.
  Here, for example, the commander's thirty-four began to tear when the ammunition detonated. The tower was thrown far away, and the muzzle turned into a steering wheel. People died too.
  The Soviet tankers belatedly realized that they were being stung and tried to counter attack.
  Tiger girls are very crowded, but the ammunition load of 82 shells is quite comparable to the Panther. Although the ammunition rests on the nose and the girls peel off their elbows about them. But there is still something to shoot at, and when approaching, it is easier to hit the Russians.
  Gerda crosses herself very quickly and, sending another tank for scrap, whispers:
  - God forgive me! These are brave guys, but one of their commanders is thoroughly crazy!
  Charlotte remarked hysterically whispering:
  - If they come aboard us, then the end!
  Indeed, the thirty-fours fired on the move, shrouded in smoke, shuddering from the shake. Of course, their hits are rare, the shots are inaccurate, but the tank is buzzing.
  The forehead is still perfectly protected and the armor, whatever one may say, is of high quality, cemented. And this means that the surface of increased hardness gives an excellent rebound, just like a jumping rabbit.
  But all the same, it"s dumb inside, it"s the same as climbing into a drum and they will beat it with heavy clubs.
  True, the cabin got very hot from the hits, but when you're in a bikini, it's even nice after diving into the snowdrifts. But it's much more unpleasant that a Soviet shell hit the right apron of the rink. This is for the driving performance of the car, like a crowbar under the eye. Although, given that the rollers are not chess, but a separate cart, the tank can still move. Turn around and leave. This should have been done earlier. And so the protection of the stern is weaker. And the angle of inclination is smaller. If it hits, it can break through. Russian guns are not that weak.
  Gerda whispered, once again releasing the gift of hell from their semi-automatic cannon:
  - But Pasaran!
  Although this word, or rather the motto of the Spanish communists for the German tiger warriors, does not look at all appropriate. After all, the Nazis fought on the side of Franco. Although sometimes soldiers willingly adopt other people's tricks.
  When firing, Charlotte turned the Laska self-propelled gun a little, breaking the right roller with a projectile created a problem for them in this regard.
  Soviet tanks did not race through the snowdrifts as fast as along the highway, but still their swift jumps interfered with the sight, and were fast.
  Here the shells are actually poured at point-blank range.
  And Gerda fires at top speed, drenched in sweat. sloped armor
  rebounds on the forehead, but if they hit them point-blank on the sides ...
  Charlotte yelled:
  - And even if I fall into the depths of hell - I will not return to the cradle!
  The girls shoot to the end, but the shells rush from the sides and pierce breaking the rollers. The armor cracks and the car catches fire.
  Gerda decides:
  - We undermine cars and leave!
  Charlotte exclaims with anguish:
  - Do you want to quit iron?
  Gerda resolutely says:
  - There are things more important than metal, for example frames!
  Charlotte rips off a small movie camera and shouts:
  - But our exploits will be recorded forever!
  With her bare fingers, Gerda turned the lever that activated the explosive capable of smashing the experimental tank to the bases. The tigress girl was very sorry to destroy such a work of art, but where can you go if otherwise the Soviet warriors, who cannot be denied courage, will seize unique technologies.
  So they blew up the Laska and dived into the snowdrift to save their unique lives.
  Magda von Singer and Christina also did not want to retreat, and their car was torn apart by accurate shells. Such is fate - the merciless Pallas of any war. When you have to retreat, leaving your heart. But the girls fought skillfully, and managed to use up almost the entire ammunition load. But now they had to burrow like snakes into a snowdrift and there try to sit out from the inexorable Soviet guns.
  When you are sweaty and in a bikini, then climbing into the depths of the snow is not the most pleasant idea. But how often in our world, you do what pleases you. In any case, for example, the light seriously managed to scorch Christina's soles, divine legs, shooting to the end. But the girl from this became even angrier and yelled:
  - Honor and courage by weight are not sold!
  Magda, who was also set on fire, even her tanned skin was covered with blisters, exclaimed:
  - Fire is heat, not fire!
  Soviet tanks, however, themselves made the task easier. In a rage, they shot the abandoned "Weasels" without any pity, putting many dozens of shells into the broken metal. At the same time, part of the tankers leaned out of the hatches and, like a cascade of a waterfall, the wings of the German cars themselves and those who were driving obscene language.
  Magda grimaced as she remarked:
  - They, the Bolsheviks, of course, are brave, but extremely uncultured!
  Christina, spitting the snow in her mouth, suddenly showed harsh justice:
  - Do you think our warriors are better?
  Magda remarked jokingly:
  - Of course, it's better if we win. The Caucasus is already ours, further to Moscow is only a couple of hundred kilometers ... - And the honey blonde sternly bared her long fangs. - Or do you want to carry speeches of treason?
  Christina, who had already seen enough of everything and everyone, only raised a fountain of snow dust with her foot and giggled, noting:
  - Sometimes silence is the most terrible kind of betrayal.
  Night, blizzard and snowdrifts gave the four girls a good chance of survival.
  . CHAPTER #15
  Moreover, it did not occur to the opponents to comb the snow and look for bare-legged devils in the snowdrifts. So the warriors, buried in the snow, sat out, and the Soviet tanks moved on, developing a breakthrough. Although more than a hundred cars were left lying around broken, warped,
  as a result of the action of the tiger girls.
  In general, the Soviet troops achieved some success in the first few days and managed to noticeably penetrate the enemy formations.
  The Fritz retreated to Tikhvin itself and tried to gain a foothold in the city. Naturally, houses and residential areas, in themselves, are already quite serious protection against the advancing Soviet troops.
  The brave four of the tiger girls managed to retreat to Tikhvin. But they had to take up submachine guns to defend the city. And for tankers, this is not the most pleasant pastime.
  Charlotte, firing back from the advancing infantry, sending another red soldier to the other world, expressed herself:
  - Well, aren't we monsters... And we also want to get a treasure!
  Tikhvin received serious damage during the capture of the city by the Germans.
  Now the Fritz saddled up on the barricades and expected to build an impregnable line of defense.
  Gerda opened fire with single shots - it was necessary to save the cartridges. The Soviet troops lost too many tanks and, therefore, the infantry went on the attack.
  Of course, there were not enough armored personnel carriers of Soviet models. Therefore, they pearled the soldiers for slaughter. And they were met by machine guns and machine guns. The four shot well and deftly hid in the barricades.
  Gerda laid another Soviet soldier down and sang:
  - We need to accomplish a feat of arms - otherwise we will not get any sense, to live!
  The battle raged throughout the city. And bombs were already raining down from above, especially since the weather improved noticeably, and the Fritz got a head start.
  Gerda, furious, threw her dagger with her graceful bare fingers and shouted:
  - Our battle will be victorious, otherwise it is impossible!
  Charlotte, shooting back just as well, added:
  - One victory, but a big one!
  Gerda, cutting off several fighters in a short burst, added:
  But defeat is never small!
  Soviet self-propelled guns fired at Tikhvin, field and siege artillery pulled up a little later. Fritz strengthened the defense and air pressure. Soviet troops pulled up new aircraft.
  The appearance of the legendary Marseille dramatically changed the balance of power.
  The great ace flew the ME-309, a very powerful weapon in terms of armament. And literally swept away everyone in its path. Even in the Soviet army, they specifically warned that such a monster appeared in the air.
  Marcel himself by no means considered himself an evil, much less a cruel person. He believed that by fighting the Red Army, he was only fulfilling his sacred duty to the Motherland. Moreover, many facts about the atrocities of the Nazis were not known to him. Yes, and too much was attributed to the war.
  But here is the first superass fight after the return. Flying Soviet bombers, attack aircraft and fighters. They clearly want to give a fierce battle to the ground units of the Wehrmacht. But Marcel sees all this and opens fire from a distance of five or six kilometers, and even whistling through his nose.
  Soviet cars and brave aces still did not really see the enemy, as their planes began to explode, and their wings crumbled. Marseille fired without aiming, but intuitively. He seemed to know in advance where each pilot would fly and direct his winged monster. So it turned out that a young man with a childish face sweeps away the winged armada.
  The new year, although frosty, turned out to be hot. Soviet troops desperately and stubbornly attacked, tried to take Tikhvin. Fritz stubbornly defended themselves, trying to stay in the city, where the artery lay, feeding impregnable Leningrad. In addition, it was about the prestige of the German troops, who find it difficult and ashamed to give up large cities.
  As luck would have it, the weather improved and numerous enemy bombers, especially the massive Yu-288, stung the positions of the Soviet troops and bombed communications.
  The Soviet aircraft Yak-9 and Lagg-5 were much inferior to the enemy in terms of armament and speed. In particular, the ME-309, like a dragon, knocked out weaker Soviet vehicles. In addition, the Germans developed the double wingman tactic, which made it possible to effectively use their numerical advantage and reduced some of the maneuverability problems of the tenacious, heavily armed, but heavy German vehicles of the latest Focke and ME. In addition, jet ME-262s began to appear on the fronts, although this machine is not yet completely technically reliable, as well as a lighter, more maneuverable and cheaper modification of the HE-162. The latter machines were easier to manufacture and technically more reliable than jet Messerschmites. But for its management, pilots of rather high qualification were required. What somewhat depreciated, such positive qualities of this development as the low weight of the aircraft - only 1.6 tons in empty form, low cost and manufacturability of production and the best maneuverability in the world.
  But those German aces who mastered this car lavished its praises. Particularly successful was Huffman, pilot number two after Marseille, who remained out of reach. Having surpassed the result of 300 downed cars, Huffman received the high award of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with oak leaves, swords and diamonds. His tactics of approaching to a minimum, and then hitting and flying back is the most convenient on the HE-162. So Huffman proved to be an outstanding master of close combat. Although the result of Marseille in 3117 - downed aircraft is still unattainable.
  Moreover, on January 2, 1944, this legendary pilot appeared in the sky, nevertheless he persuaded Hitler, recalling that the German troops were feeling bad, and the more powerful German equipment was clearly passing in the snow. So it is necessary to provide air supply to the surrounded Tikhvin, where the German troops settled and bomb all the approaches to the city.
  The tigress girls were shooting on the ground, and the superace was scoring in the sky.
  On the very first day, Marseille made six sorties and shot down more than a hundred Soviet aircraft. True, on January 4, the weather deteriorated sharply ... A snowstorm rose, and Soviet troops stormed the city.
  The magnificent four of the terminator girls preferred to fight together - shoulder to shoulder. So uniquely beautiful and deadly. Because of the cold, they were forced to put on camouflage and fight in white.
  The ninja boy Karas also came to the rescue. A fearless terminator child, he was not afraid of the cold and fought in shorts alone. His only source of warmth was camouflage cream, which made his chocolate-sunburned skin white under the snow that continued to fall, covering all the streets. Moreover, he used throwing very thin metal discs and a katana sword in battle. But, of course, he shot excellently, and from captured weapons. However, the girls also did not miss using automatic rifles.
  Such weapons are more accurate than submachine guns, and most importantly, more reliable. However, the MN-44 assault rifles, as a rule, did not let the Germans down. By the third winter, the well-oiled German war machine was ready. In particular, even in a snowstorm, Focke-Wulf and ME, using heating, managed to inflict painful, albeit limited, injections on Soviet troops.
  Gerda, shooting offhand, trying not to look in the direction where the Soviet soldiers were falling. Many of the fighters were very young, seventeen or sixteen years old. The infantry was recruited by landslides, raking up all the resources. Indeed, much has been lost.
  But among the Fritz are full of foreigners. In particular Sweden, in which the Nazis won the recent elections, and this puppet territory is under the control of the Third Reich. Well, already two divisions and four brigades from Sweden arrived as volunteers. In the country itself, there are rallies and mass marches demanding war. And they wear portraits of Hitler and Karl the twelfth.
  So Sweden's entry into a direct war is a matter of time. Spain and Portugal are already at war, but they are sending troops farther south. And now in winter they generally try to climb somewhere beyond the Caucasus Range. The Brazilian corps is apparently ready to make a leap to Central Asia, where the Basmachi movement is already flaring up with renewed vigor.
  But these are all details, Vlasov divisions are also fighting in Tikhvin. These guys fight evil, realizing that terrible tortures and an inevitable loop await them in captivity. And what about the Germans? However, no sugar! They will also have a hard time, many will die in Siberia, but still they will not be hanged indiscriminately.
  Gerda, having changed the clip, and mowing down the soldiers dressed in gray overcoats - the Russians do not have enough camouflage robes for everyone, imagined what might await them in case of capture ... And she smiled at the possible sexual, cool adventure. True, then in Siberia it will be worse. How this frost gets - flamethrower heat is even better. Here in the desert, they quickly got used to the hot sand and ran barefoot, but it didn"t work out that way. After a couple of hours in a bikini in the cold, it began to shake and it was necessary to warm up in the bath. There, their young men from the elite SS battalion warmed up the bodies with blows of a spruce broom. Well, and not only, of course, with a broom - there are selected handsome Aryan guys, what you need!
  They have completely lost their former shyness, or maybe, on the contrary, they have acquired the looseness of a female macho. But now they have to retreat a little - the Soviet infantrymen, filling up the approaches with corpses, approached too dangerously close and began to throw grenades.
  It was necessary to break the distance so as not to fall under the fragmentation hail.
  Magda, received a small cut by a shrapnel and, in response, fired eight bullets in three seconds. The Soviet soldiers fled almost without breaking, only slightly crouching and, the clip found its victims. Discharged eight cartridges and Christina. Aggressive red-haired she-devil expressed:
  - To the madness of the brave, we sing a song!
  But the Soviet soldiers apparently decided to prove that this is the wisdom of life. The German assault machine gun thrashes with all its might, and its shots seem to be ignored. Although the soldiers fall, those who survived continue to run and even throw grenades almost point-blank, although this can be done earlier.
  The crucian very deftly throws discs, cutting off two or three soldiers with one. Then he attacks with his sword, which cuts machine guns and rifles - as easily as matches!
  The ninja boy is still quite small, he looks to be eleven or twelve years old, but he is so fast... They do not have time to hit him or defend himself. The child was brought up and trained from birth, throwing swords at the baby, forced to unravel and cut ribbons, dipping into an ice hole, setting specially trained cats. Well, and much more, turning a genetically gifted boy into a real death machine. His mother is a twenty-fifth generation ninja, his father is a powerful Siberian sorcerer, and an ideological enemy of the Soviet, "Soviet" authorities. Excellent genetics and training with magic - made the boy the best among the ninjas. And of course, Emperor Hirohito, in order to show the Germans that they are not the coolest supermen, but that there are tough guys in Japan, sent the boy to the German-Soviet front.
  And Karas (carp fish symbolizes the pride and vitality of the samurai!) turned out to be a worthy warrior.
  For example, with his bare fingers, slightly reddened from many hours of being in the bitter cold, he throws a steel disk thinner than a hair. And in the hands of two swords at once, so that it would be easier to cut thick lines of enemies. How terrible is this terminator child, that for the first time Soviet soldiers, being defenseless under the blows of swords and disc launches, leaned back, experiencing real fear.
  The girls, having changed clips, began to beam even faster, or rather, nowhere.
  The corpses of infantrymen were piled up in mounds. They almost immediately froze in the cold, and more soldiers climbed up them. That's how they climbed and reckoned with losses. But the ninja entered the fight and again, as if waves of fear were emitted.
  A desperate attack raged for almost a whole day. At the cost of the greatest losses, Soviet troops occupied a couple of quarters, pushing the Germans at a number of lines. But the weak support of artillery - the German aviation bombed the railway tracks in the past, depriving the supply and a lot of casualties among the advancing units, forced to temporarily suspend the movement of the infantry.
  Despite the risk of such tactics, tanks were thrown into battle. It was necessary to break the enemy near Tikhvin until the Fritz, using their advantage in technology, unblock the city.
  And in this assault, a rather risky decision was made - to use the IS-2 tank. A vehicle specially designed as a breakthrough tank. Since a powerful gun, due to its low rate of fire and relatively poor accuracy of fire, is poorly suited for fighting other people's tanks, it can, however, successfully destroy unarmored targets.
  So, even though tanks in urban conditions are suicide bombers, you need to break through positions, even with your forehead.
  Thirty-fours will move first. Relatively light and not large cars raced along a narrow track ... Grenades and Molotov cocktails rained down on them from the roofs. Then disguised tanks of gasoline and napalm exploded. But heavy losses did not stop the tankers of the USSR. They, losing hundreds of cars, broke into the city center, and there they entered into a stubborn exchange of blows. Even the effective faustpatrons that smashed the weak side armor of the thirty-fours did not frighten the Soviet soldier.
  Three tank armies were thrown into battle at once. Stalin even decided to refuse a second strike in the direction of Voronezh, for the sake of a decisive victory over Tikhvin and saving the "Cradle of the Revolution". Even if fuel is issued at a strict limit, for a couple of hours driving a day, Caucasian oil is lost, and the development of new fields takes time and money, the human resources of which the Soviet empire is sorely lacking due to the war on two fronts.
  But Tikhvin is the artery of Leningrad and the road of life, and most importantly, it is a symbol of the fact that Soviet troops can and are able to defeat numerous and well-armed fascists. So we won't stand the price...
  The IS-2 tank looks impressive - it also looks like a thirty-four, only the turret is moved forward even more. Of course, the barrel itself is thick and long, not to be compared with the T-34-76, which still dominates the battlefield. For the whole of January, the titanic efforts of the T-34-85 will produce no more than a hundred.
  The truth is striking is the vulnerability of the forehead of the tower - flat and not too thickly armored.
  The crucian, who was throwing small but very powerful explosive grenades at the tanks, ran up to the girls and suggested:
  - Let's grab the IS-2 and ride it?
  Magda supported the idea:
  - Of course, let's ride! We missed the cabin.
  Gerda warned the boy:
  - This tank has four machine guns!
  Karas winked at the girls, noticing:
  - So it's good. Soon the infantry will attack again, and you will mow it down!
  Magda nudged the ninja boy.
  - Hurry terminator!
  Pink heels flashed like mosquito wings, the karate kid ran faster than the Olympic sprint champion. To begin with, he threw a small lump with a bundle of smoke into the formidable IS. A reaction broke out, thick smoke poured out. At the same time, black jets dispersed in different directions, blinding the machine gunners.
  Having cut down several infantrymen, Karas flew like a cobblestone released from a ballista and climbed onto the tower. With a special hook, he pryed off the hatch and threw back the heavy cover. Further, everything is simple - a couple of swings with two swords and five members of the crew of a heavy tank parted in their heads. In the wake of him, the girls also jumped in, who, having thrown off their fur camouflage, again ended up in a bikini. What is warm in the tank while driving. A 520 horsepower diesel engine warms up metal well. Yes, bare girlish soles feel the car itself much better than through special winter boots with ribbed synthetic rubber soles. The German quartermaster service took into account the experience of harsh winters, and created a new ammunition in which the legs in the cold are not so cold. And it"s really a shame, the Fritz took felt boots from the local population and pulled them over themselves. Or wrapped in fur scarves.
  Karas kissed Magda goodbye on the lips and said:
  - Well, the tank is for you! I will fight where I know how to kill better.
  Gerda kissed the boy in admiration on the slippery, elastic heel and said:
  - You are a miracle!
  Christina added:
  - The standard of the Aryan!
  - I know! - The tomboy said and jumped out into the cold with one jump from the half-open hatch ... Then the lid fell with a roar ... And the girls got the opportunity to fight on the enemy's weapons. And the gun is really powerful. Only the recently appeared Lev-3, or as it was also called the "Royal Lion" with a 128 mm cannon, is stronger. But this tank is still at the fronts in single copies. He was shown during the November 8 celebration to the demon-possessed Fuhrer. Of course, while he is not yet in the series. As by the way, the IS-2 is passing, its first run-in.
  So far, even the Soviet tankers have not fired a single shot, apparently choosing their target for sure from the gun.
  Christina sarcastically remarked, turning the mechanism:
  - Oh, junk ... There is no automation here and everything must be done manually ...
  Gerda, who ate the dog while pointing, noticed:
  - And the sight is gallim and visibility is unimportant. They are not very good at aiming.
  Magda, touching the transmission with her bare foot, and turning the box, noticed:
  - And yet, compared with the thirty-four, there is some progress. In particular, shifting gears is easier. The cabin is cramped, but more or less you can move. Ammunition is really small. Twenty-eight rounds...
  Gerda logically remarked:
  - It may be enough for shooting at a limited number of bunkers, but it is clearly not enough for a full-fledged tank battle.
  Charlotte found something good in the tank:
  - But the machine-gun armament is on top! Four machine guns can provide good protection. And then I looked at this "Mouse" - there are only two "spitting" in it for such a car ...
  Christina, accelerating the engine, confirmed:
  - That's it! Is this armament for such a heavy tank of one hundred and eighty tons?
  Magda, like a panther that has killed a buffalo, growled:
  - Chickens laugh!
  The diesel engine hard accelerates the tank. It can be seen that the IS-2 is still driving along the highway, but when off-road, its center of gravity shifted forward will have an effect. But nothing, as long as you can relax and choose a worthy goal for yourself ...
  Magda opened the turret of the tank so she could see better.
  And here is another IS-2, it's a good idea to use such tanks more massively. Behind him are three more ISs, but one with a lighter 85 mm cannon. By the way, the most dangerous, so capable of taking the car head-on, and hitting faster...
  Magda decided to shoot from a distance of two kilometers. She ordered in a minor tone:
  - Shoot exactly at the forehead of the tower ... And ... You understand!
  The car stopped, so there was no smoothness, and Gerda, complaining about the poor quality of the optics, which was probably polished by untrained teenagers, pointed the barrel. The girls helped load a shell weighing one and a half pounds. The blonde warrior put her cheek to the breech and tried to feel someone else's car. After all, she had never fired from this cannon, model 1931, before. Powerful, but obsolete, with a pointed, ricochet-sensitive projectile. In general, the gun, of course, was not planned for tanks. But apparently, the anti-tank modification of the 107 mm gun, developed in 1940, turned out to be too unreliable and had to be abandoned. And here it is necessary in conditions of poor visibility from a distance of 2000 meters to hit the target. Yes, and it will be difficult for the enemy to answer and hit, but ...
  Gerda kissed the breech of the gun, quickly looked out of the hatch, picked up a handful of snow with her tongue, swallowed it, rested her bare heels on the levers and ... fired!
  It gave away, so that it stung his wrists and calves, and smelled of smoke.
  The present flew in a long arc and ... The IS-2, which was walking in front, stopped, began to smoke, and then the ammunition load began to burst ...
  Magda happily replied:
  - That's what we gave them! - And logically, rather illogically confusing concepts, she added. - It is not a man who paints a weapon, but a man's weapon!
  Gerda growled:
  - Reload!
  And the girls tensed up... Of course, it's not the "Tiger" here, they have to sweat, but it's more fun this way, especially since the standing tank cools down quickly. Iron is a good conductor.
  The second time Gerda fired faster and more confidently. The ISs continued to move, and apparently they had not yet figured out where the guns were firing from. Yes, and stop is not in the Russian custom. Since there is an order ... And the second shell is already confidently hitting the target ...
  Gerda licks her lips and commands:
  And the third one here...
  With a great delay, the fourth IS-1 opened fire on the move ... And oddly enough, it hit, although from such a distance from a moving car it is almost impossible, but shots decide everything! However, the distance for the 85 mm gun is too great, beyond the penetration limit. But there was a major rumble in the tower and the frontal armor caved in. Gerda sent in response the fourth "letter-package" weighing one and a half pounds ... The forehead of the IS-1 tank split and orange tongues soared high into the sky.
  The girls are fighting beautifully... That day they were lucky. But the capabilities of the Soviet army are not commensurate.
  Despite all the efforts of the Fritz, on January 13, at the cost of the greatest efforts of colossal losses, Tikhvin was taken ... Separate German units tried to break out of the encirclement, a corridor was punched towards them - six German divisions at once with selected Lev tanks, trying to save the heroic defense.
  The boy ninja and the four girls made their way in a separate detachment in the style of the three musketeers. Namely, where it was not possible to quietly get around with a fight and over the corpses. Naturally, the IS-2 had to be abandoned, but along the way, they also unexpectedly stumbled upon a rare T-34-85 tank, a vehicle that should replace the outdated and insufficiently powerful T-34-76 guns in terms of penetration.
  The machine had a similar hull and undercarriage, but a larger turret with a long-barreled and thick gun. The gun was slightly inferior in penetrating power to the Panther, both due to the lower muzzle velocity and the quality of the ammunition. But still the difference did not look overwhelming as 76 - graph paper.
  For an ordinary "Tiger" it is already dangerous, for a "Lion" it is not yet - so 100 - millimeters are tilted. Although under a certain angle there was a chance. Or in the lower part of the hull, but also caterpillar guards.
  The tank was boarded and cleared of the crew. Of course there was blood splattered inside. The machine itself is brand new, but the ammunition load is rather modest - only 35 shells. The cabin is not too spacious, but better than the old thirty-four.
  Gerda noted:
  - And here is the commander's tower. This means we have a strong competitor. Now the Russians will not be so blind.
  Magda smiled wickedly and remarked:
  - And the Russians were already shooting well, albeit with worse visibility. In addition, the tower has become larger and easier to hit!
  Gerda laughed out loud at this.
  - Well, yes! This is the biggest problem for our tankers and, probably, the crown dignity of this tank! Try it, hit it!
  Charlotte sang:
  - One, two, five! "Tiger" came out to shoot!
  Christina picked up:
  - To meet T-4, the legs are wider than the arms!
  And so they rushed off on a tank that moved lighter than the IS ... Gerda remembered how they hit the Soviet infantry with four machine guns. They mowed decently, and the Russians did not even realize where such an attack fell on them. But on the other hand, having set off, they went on the attack, throwing grenades ... A couple of pieces, despite a decent distance, flew up exploding on the tower. Of course, for armor of 100 and 90 millimeters of IS, this is like a pellet for an elephant, but it buzzes unpleasantly. Yes, and caterpillars can be cut.
  So, I had to start the engine and retreat. And then the ammo ran out. They mowed down more than one hundred red soldiers.
  Gerda was struck by such contempt for death among the Soviet people. The Arabs, with their promises of harems and pearly palaces, had no such dedication. But these are atheists - people who do not believe in the afterlife and fairy tales about the Gardens of Eden. And what motivates them to fight so stubbornly when the outcome of the war is already a foregone conclusion and this is nothing more than the fury of the doomed?
  This is incredibly difficult to understand and comprehend.
  Although of course there are many among the Russian traitors. "Liberation Army" Vlasov for six months of existence formed six divisions and nine separate brigades. Although, of course, it is clear that being a Wehrmacht soldier is easier than working fifteen or sixteen hours at the machine for much worse soldering, but still ... For some reason, German divisions from former prisoners of war are not visible on the fronts ...
  Although, by the way, there are few Germans in captivity, but Soviet ones ... It seems already more than six and a half million. Maybe not so many Vlasovites, although many prisoners dispersed to national divisions and legions controlled by the SS. In addition, part of the Russians was sent to the formation of nobles and monarchists.
  But in any case, they managed to take Tikhvin in this way, despite the improvement in the weather and massive bombardments. Even though they paid a hefty price.
  Gerda received the order and fired at the lighter thirty-four. The rate of fire of the gun is higher, so you can feel more confident. Once, then the second, and finally the third tank to the dump ...
  So you have to be more careful. Otherwise, they will be slammed here at the car, only the frontal armor of the tower has become stronger and thicker, and so it"s almost the same format. The body is especially vulnerable. And among the Russian tankers there are craftsmen. However, for such a rare tank as the IS-2 or IS-1, a weakling will not be imprisoned. And thirty-fours of the usual format can be with simple fighters. Through the slit of the commander's tower, they look like the muzzles of horses, with a muzzle muzzle. It"s even somehow inconvenient to make an aimed shot at such beauties.
  Crucian this time in the tower with the girls, he got out to serve as their guide and cannot leave the girls in the boiler. True, Magda logically remarked:
  - We can leave anyway, without shooting and without provoking ...
  Crucian, childishly twisting his muzzle, whiningly declared:
  - No - not shooting, it will not be interesting!
  Magda nevertheless warned the girls:
  - Open fire to kill only when there are no more than three or four cars. We must bring this new tank back to our units intact.
  Gerda agreed.
  - So far, this novelty is not among the trophies, which means that it will still be useful to us.
  The tiger girls continued their hunt with moderate enthusiasm. They did not do too well, but they added seven more tanks and five trucks to their assets. Once I had to fight outside the car to grab fuel for refueling.
  In short, four mischievous pranksters got out of the cauldron, and almost died from the fire of their artillery. Rescued only in time to raise the flag with a swastika-spider.
  Now they are crossing the trench and even there are a couple of bouquets with paper flowers, which are handed to the heroine warriors.
  Oleg Rybachenko, who was tired of watching this mocking movie, yelled:
  Why are you showing me all the damned bitches! How much can you watch the killing of Russian people!
  . CHAPTER #16
  The war is what gave Jane and her team a chance to find themselves in life. Therefore, the girls willingly took part in the campaign to the east. And why not? It's money and fame.
  The Soviet tank arsenal has not changed much. The main tank is still T-34-85. Chassis and hull armor remained from the fortieth year. The same five hundred horsepower diesel engine, the same 45 millimeters of sloped frontal armor. Weaker protection of the sides of the hull, vulnerable to German faustpatrons.
  Only a larger turret was installed, with 90 mm frontal armor and an 85 mm gun. The tank, of course, is outdated, and not at all dangerous for the Germans!
  The girls are driving a Goering-5 car, in a later modification. The side armor has been increased to 178 millimeters, and the frontal armor to 250 is tilted. The tank itself is equipped with a gas turbine engine and accelerates the British to 60 kilometers per hour.
  Jane asked the gunner Gringeta:
  - Can you see well?
  The peasant warrior confidently replied:
  - Visibility here is excellent! I see everything!
  Malanya giggled and barked:
  - We will crush the Russians!
  Matilda confidently confirmed:
  - Yes, we will!
  "Goering" -5 turns, the gun spits out a projectile. From the Soviet thirty-four breaks the tower. The girls scream with delight. They really think it's all great. And that Soviet tankers are dying even pleases.
  Jane chirped in a sweet voice:
  - We will erase everyone into ashes ... And Moscow will be under us!
  However, having stumbled upon minefields, the German tank had to stop. The Russians were very tightly entrenched. And a lot of anti-tank hedgehogs. Artillery conducts active shelling.
  Gringeta, annoyed, says:
  - This is how it turns out ... We stumbled upon a hard block!
  Jane replies with ostentatious confidence:
  - No, it doesn't happen until the morning ... Let's break through the opera!
  The German war machine stalled somewhat. Jet attack aircraft appeared in the sky, and teletanks were used. Apparently they were trying to destroy minefields.
  Controlled cars with explosives by radio. Mobile gas launchers were also used. They literally bombarded the positions of the Red Army with fire and flame.
  Gringeta noted with displeasure:
  - In the war there is more and more dirt, and less and less valor!
  Jane was forced to agree with this:
  - Selyavi! Alas, we somehow lose!
  Gringeta corrected the commander:
  - Rather, not us, but our opponents! Nothing now, let's get out of the impasse, and there will be a fight ...
  The German tank fired, although nothing really could be seen. Jane rubbed her bare feet together and sang:
  - We don't think badly - we'll be lost for sure! There is a way out of the labyrinth, out of any impasse!
  Gringeta chirped with a smile:
  - Who is cheerful, he laughs ...
  Who wants - he will achieve ...
  Who seeks will always find!
  Malanya, melodious and sparkling with her teeth, added:
  - Who is used to fighting for victory, let him sing along with us!
  The cannonade lasted for several hours, and then the German tanks nevertheless moved on. They were met by Soviet artillery, and anti-tank guns of various calibers. It was felt, however, that the penetrating power is clearly not enough. The Germans were advancing... Only when the 203-millimeter cannons began to shoot did the first wrecked vehicles appear from the Nazis.
  Jane whispered uncertainly:
  - Lord... May this cup pass me by!
  Gringeta confidently said:
  - Two deaths cannot happen, one cannot be avoided! So we will, if anything, live in the next world!
  Malania asked in a whisper:
  What is that light like?
  Gringeta did not speak too confidently:
  - I think it's better than ours!
  Malanya whispered in response:
  - God forbid the blind to open their eyes and straighten their backs to the hunchbacked ones!
  Indeed, Jane wondered what that light might be. Maybe this world is even more irrational and less safe. Jane twisted her waist and moved her hips and chirped:
  - This is a very interesting option - to die and end up in the next world! What is waiting for us there? Will we meet there those who were dear to us on Earth or will we have to make new friends?
  Gringeta moved the dog with her bare foot, and hissed:
  - There will be new centuries, there will be a change of generations ... But no one will ever forget the name Lenin!
  And burst out laughing, her slightly crazy laugh. She was a warrior-peasant who actively fingered her bare, graceful legs, and her fingers played.
  Here I caught the IS-3 in the scope ... Far from the truth. Not everyone will hit, and if it does, then the projectile, crashing into the pike snout, can ricochet. But the girl knew what she was doing. She fired and murmured:
  - The coast of fogs, we crush with bait!
  Matilda additionally sang:
  - And this "Agdam", let's drink for the ladies! Super madam!
  Gringeta's shot was accurate. The shell hit the lower part of the frontal armor of the tower, right in the gap. And made a devastating impact without going into a ricochet. Such is the situation that has arisen. More precisely, five Soviet tankers died almost immediately. And the English women added to their list of crimes.
  Malanya roared as her machine guns went off. Several boy soldiers wanted to crawl up to Hitler's taknus.
  - But pasaran, don't come near boy! - Shouted a pretty girl, and poured machine-gun bursts, brave pioneers.
  Jane chirped, tapping her bare heel against her armor.
  - Oh, boys, boys, boys ... You suddenly became objectionable! It can be seen for this accursed land, you are too noble!
  And the girl, the daughter of the lord, felt sorry for these barefoot, scratched, grimy boys, who were pierced by ruthless bullets. How sad and hard it all is.
  Gringeta fired again, pierced the SU-100 self-propelled gun, and chirped:
  - And the grasshopper will run to hand over the bottles!
  Malanya licked her lips with a scarlet tongue, and sipped from a plastic bottle of Coca-Cola, saying:
  - Of course not! Give me wine and a pack of cigarettes!
  Matilda, carefully moving the tank forward, hissed:
  - Cigarettes are poison...
  Jane picked up the rhythm and continued:
  - That's right, people say!
  Gringeta in response, shoot and hiss:
  There is no worse than nicotine!
  Malanya giggled and growled:
  - A pack of cigarettes in the furnace!
  Matilda added in response, scratching the scarlet nipple of her breast:
  Yes, people say...
  Jane finished with a grin, sticking out her tongue.
  - But I smoke ....
  Malanya finished with aplomb.
  - And very glad!
  The girls laughed, showing their long, cherry tongues. Jane remarked with a smile:
  - The cigarette is the most productive killer, especially against the customer!
  Malania added:
  - A cigarette is like a silent rifle, but deadly in the hands of an amateur!
  Gringeta fired her cannon and remarked with a smile:
  - Cigarette is the most reliable sniper, always kills!
  Matilda slightly slowed down the tank on the hillock, shushed:
  - The cigarette tastes bitter, but it attracts more than sweets!
  Jane took a deep breath and murmured:
  - A cigarette is like a bad girl, only parting with it is much more painful!
  Gringeta giggled, fired, and roared:
  - A cigarette, unlike a grenade, when thrown, prolongs life!
  The girls fell silent. Their tank stalled again, ending up in a ditch. I had to get out. The warriors were a little nervous. The Soviet defense is very strong.
  Jane remarked philosophically:
  - In war, the shortest path to the goal is a detour, and pure truth is a vile deception!
  Gringeta, having smashed the Soviet cannon with a well-aimed shot, remarked:
  - With a roundabout maneuver, you most likely cut off the path to the goal!
  Malanya fired her machine gun and chirped:
  - Life is red, but leaves with scarlet blood!
  Matilda summed up a peculiar conclusion:
  - In war, life loses its value, but acquires meaning!
  The girls continued the war. They fired, and at the same time composed aphorisms on the go.
  Jane fired with her bare foot, and dropped:
  - War is like a bridegroom, greedy for treason, but does not allow to stale!
  Gringeta fired and said wittily:
  - War is a lustful woman in devouring male bodies!
  Malanya hissed in response:
  - War, like love, is submissive to all ages, but pastime is not pleasant!
  Matilda saw fit to add:
  - War, like a courtesan, is expensive, changeable, but it always leaves a heroic memory of itself!
  Jane turned the dog around with her graceful, bare fingers and cooed:
  - War is not like a dream, you can't do without strong emotions!
  Gringeta fired with a smirk and replied:
  - The world is boring and relaxing, the war is interesting and exciting!
  Matilda, sipping Coke with pleasure, continued:
  - War is blood and sweat, fertilizes shoots that give birth to courage!
  Malanya giggled and remarked:
  - No matter how interesting the process of war, everyone wants an end!
  Jane ran her bare toes over the breech of the gun again, and sang:
  - War is not a book, you can't slam it shut, you can't hide it under your pillow, you can only mess it up!
  Gringeta chirped with aplomb:
  - War is a religion: it requires fanaticism, discipline, unquestioning obedience, but its gods are always mortal!
  Malanya chuckled softly and remarked:
  - In war, as in a casino, the risk is great, and the gain is short!
  Matilda grinned and barked:
  - A soldier is mortal, glory is forgotten, trophies wear out, and only the reasons to start a new massacre are irremovable!
  Jane spoke subtly:
  - We despise the murderer, unless he is a soldier at the front, we despise the thief, if he is a marauder on the battlefield doubly!
  Gringeta nailed again and hissed:
  - A soldier is a knight whose armor has courage and honor! General baron, who has a crown: prudence and intelligence!
  Malanya said with a smile:
  - The soldier sounds proudly, the private pejoratively!
  Matilda wisely replied:
  - The first in the attack, may die, but the last will not remain in memory!
  Jane breathlessly cooed:
  - It is better to be the first in the division of trophies than in the attack!
  Gringeta added with a smile:
  - War is like a woman, only puts men down without breaking!
  Malanya answered with dignity:
  - A woman, unlike the war, is in no hurry to put a man to bed!
  Matilda said with a laugh:
  - War, unlike a woman, is never satisfied with the number of men assigned!
  Jane turned the lever again with her bare fingers and said:
  -War is the most insatiable female, she always has few men, and she will not refuse a woman!
  Gringeta saw fit to reproduce this witty aphorism:
  - Women do not like to fight, but the desire to lay down a man is not much inferior to a bullet!
  Malanya hissed like a cobra, spewing out her pink tongue:
  - Lay down a man, maybe a small bullet, make happy, a woman with a big heart!
  Matilda added with a sardonic smile:
  - Big heart, often leads to small self-interest!
  The girls finished exchanging witty remarks, and began to focus on the battlefield. TA-311 attack aircraft were flying in the sky, which fired at the positions of Soviet troops. Though slowly, the coalition of the Third Reich was advancing. And she had time to eat a little, swallowing corpses.
  The girls, bored, began to joke again with aphorisms:
  Jane cooed:
  - The war does not have a woman's face, but it bleeds men more abruptly than a wife!
  Gringeta fired, and hissed:
  - War does not bring joy, but it satisfies aggressive instincts!
  Malanya whistled in response:
  - Joy in the war, the corpses of enemies only in the price!
  Matilda, scrolling the tracks, added:
  - War is the plowing of the field: it is fertilized with corpses, blood is irrigated, but it rises in victory!
  Jane fired and purred back.
  - Victory is grown on corpses and blood, but it bears fruit with a weak one!
  Gringeta fired, shattering the thirty-four like a glass stone, and hissed:
  - War is like a cannibal flower, bright, carnivorous and with a bad smell!
  Malanya wiped the pedal with her bare foot and yelped:
  - War is the mother of progress and the stepmother of laziness!
  Matilda will take it, and how it will roar:
  - And in the war, the life of a soldier is not in the price, but from the generals and a loss at all!
  Jane ran the edge of her hand over her chest and chirped:
  - If you want peace - inspire fear, if you want war - cause laughter!
  Gringeta took it and fired, pointing the gun with her bare foot, singing:
  - Laughter is not a sin if you are not a laughingstock in military affairs!
  Malanya giggled, and growled with success:
  - War is like a circus, only the winner has the last laugh!
  Matilda led the tank, crushing a couple of pioneers, croaked:
  - In the war, like in a circus, only a carpeted, serious killer!
  The girls were silent again. They are tired of being sharp. In general, the war is not too beautiful.
  Jane thought in annoyance: Britain had ceded to the Germans. Although how many lands the British conquered. And how much of that Germany! Britain became a colossal empire. But she couldn't digest her colonies. The Third Reich surpassed the power of the Angles and even the commanders turned out to be much stronger and more capable.
  And when the Nazis came to London, history ended for England. A new empire arose, with unprecedented power. The troops of which serve many peoples and countries. And what can we say: the Third Reich, spreading its wings, drowned out Britain.
  But in the fortieth year, having conquered France, Hitler generously offered peace to Churchill. And it was necessary to accept it: common sense suggested that Britain could not gain anything from the war, even theoretically, but lose it. Hitler fought the air battle with England at half strength. With a great delay, he transferred troops to Africa. Went to the Soviet Union. But all this only delayed the disaster.
  The Germans, using the occupied territories, found the strength to fight on two fronts, Japan confidently beat the Americans. And then Stalin betrayed, concluding a truce. Britain fell to its knees and became part of the Third Reich.
  Many victories earned the Wehrmacht the glory of invincibility. Jane and her friends willingly went to the Nazi army - to catch happiness and ranks. And they succeeded to some extent.
  So what? Now they have two Homelands: Greater Germany, Lesser Britain.
  Jane sipped a Coca-Cola from her throat and chirped:
  - Love and death, good and evil ... What is sacred, what is sinful, the killers do not care!
  Gringeta sang in response, sending another projectile:
  - Love and dare, let evil rule, and choose, we are given only one!
  The girls cheered up a little. Well, in fact, as much as possible, tune yourself in a minor way. They are young, cheerful, energetic, and quite lucky. So many fights and not a single scratch. Except that they will scratch themselves on the tank.
  Malanya sharply remarked:
  - Eh, Churchill should have accepted Hess' proposal and entered the war with the USSR. Then we would have ruled the entire planet, and in the end, Germany would have been crushed!
  Matilda sang with delight:
  - Germany is good in battle, the British lion is the best!
  Malania confirmed:
  - Yes, our lion from Britain is the best!
  Jane said with a smile:
  - We still have a chance! Here Hitler will die, and the German Empire will fall apart!
  Gringeta fired a projectile and partly agreed:
  - Let it fall apart! After all, they are carnivorous predators, but will it be better for us?
  Malanya philosophically remarked:
  - Unity in hard mode, better than mess and sloppiness in soft mode!
  Matilda pressed her bare soles on the pedals, and barked:
  We'll be on Mars too! And beyond the solar system!
  Jane answered with a smile of the Mona Lisa:
  - First you need to establish a single mode on the planet Earth!
  Gringeta, took it and fervently sang:
  - And we are such a regime, we will not allow it to change!
  Malanya remarked with wit:
  - But to leave you with a nose, I have to change my nose!
  The girls are as lucky as ever. Here their tank reaches the first line of trenches. And breaks the ground with caterpillars. The warriors laugh.
  - We'll take them all!
  One of the guns got stuck between the rollers, and the tank stopped. The girls got out of the car, but the tank was too crowded and too hot. And outside is risky, you can get burned.
  The warriors rushed off, flashing their bare heels, and singing:
  - We are frisky girls, good friends, well, but on bare feet, let them whip, briskly scares!
  Jane ran, remarked:
  - Here we are the space marines!
  Malanya confirmed with a smile:
  - And in space and in the landing!
  And Gringeta took it and walked on her hands, howling:
  - I'm a super warrior! I doubt everyone!
  Matilda answered and hissed:
  - Poison drop by drop into the Fuhrer!
  Jane giggled and sang:
  - The blow is strong, and the Fuhrer is an all-powerful bit!
  The warriors fled, walking barefoot, over the rubble, crushed, strongly heated iron, all sorts of beams, and broken skulls.
  Jane sang:
  - You will understand me ... You will understand me ... You will understand me, and you will not find a better country!
  The girl is pleased to run, with her not too hardened legs, along a sharp path, and debris. Indeed it is a great pleasure.
  Gringeta sang:
  - Summer, the sun shines high ...
  Malanya supported the song:
  - High... High!
  Matilda added:
  - Summer, we are far from death! Far!
  The warriors visibly cheered up. Indeed, what a pleasure it is to move so energetically and jump.
  Jane giggled and remarked:
  - Death is a convention, infamy is an absolute!
  Gringeta rubbed one bare foot against the other and hissed:
  - We will have a holiday! And with it victory!
  Malania said skeptically:
  - Our or German?
  Matilda smiled and sang:
  - A deadly fire awaits us ...
  Jane replied:
  But he is powerless...
  Gringeta howled like a panther:
  - Everyone has a separate coffin ...
  Malanya took it and, shooting, hissed:
  - Boshey battalion sank into the grave!
  Matilda bellowed back:
  "A whole legion has fallen into the grave!"
  And the girls took it and meowed ... They are like slender horses. And so cute, legs are bare, tanned.
  Jane took it and hissed with pleasure:
  - And I'm a cobra! And I'm a cobra! Not a bear at all!
  Gringeta squealed back:
  - And it's nice for a cobra to fly up to the clouds!
  And the girls will both take and collide foreheads. Sparks are pouring from the eyes, as if the hour has come!
  Malanya took it and hissed:
  - Hitler kaput!
  Matilda supported her:
  - And Stalin kaput!
  Jane shook her hips and chirped:
  - I am a warrior of light, savages on their knees... All who are slanderous, I will sweep away from the face of the Earth!
  Malanya took it and roared:
  - And Hitler is a fool, he smokes tobacco! He steals matches, he doesn't sleep at home!
  Matilda smiled wickedly and asked:
  - What do you think, does the Fuhrer have?
  Gringeta stomped on the ashes with her bare foot, and growled:
  - Of course not! We'll give him a foursome, blowjob!
  Malanya, rolling her eyes, whispered:
  - Oh, it's very nice to keep a pulsating jade rod in your mouth and feel it with your tongue!
  Matilda whispered breathlessly:
  - And how great it is! And everything will be just great!
  The girls jumped higher and higher. But their tank was repaired and had to return. The warriors climbed back in and hissed:
  - This is our tank! He will be just great!
  Jane suddenly remembered the tale of Robin Hood. Little Joe is there, the boy was taken prisoner by the sheriff. The boy was tortured: he was pulled up on a rack, his heels were fried.
  When the flames licked the boy's bare, rough soles of the feet... Jane felt arousal here, and she really wanted sex. Here they entered. Especially the Japanese ninja Karas. This blond boy, so handsome, and he has a very large male perfection. And it's so nice to touch such clean and smooth skin with your breasts.
  Jane wanted to stick her toe between her legs, but was embarrassed and changed her mind. Although indeed, such an action is extremely pleasant!
  The lord's daughter said:
  - In the sea wave and furious fire! And furious, and furious fire!
  The girls again moved their "Goering" -5 to the positions of the Soviet troops. Probably Stalin himself was pretty freaked out when he learned about the advance of the Nazis. Really, how can you not get lost here. A colossus is rushing at you, but there is nothing to answer. Thirty-fours, you can't beat off the E series. And even more so from pyramidal AGs.
  And Stalin, apparently, is in shock. At least call a cockroach to your advisers. No sound, no meaning, no splash of water! Looks like you'll get faucets!
  Jane remarked with a smile:
  - And Stalin, unlike Churchill, always willingly accepted handouts from Hitler and went to peace!
  Gringeta sang enthusiastically:
  - Tell me what the world is! They will answer you - the sun and the wind!
  Malanya enthusiastically remarked:
  - And we will have strong, healthy children!
  Matilda giggled and whispered:
  - The world is not a chessboard, and Hitler is not a king!
  Jane corrected her friend:
  He is taller than a king! And we will sweep him off the face of the planet!
  Gringeta took it and roared:
  - The greatness of the Britons, recognized the planet! Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword!
  Malanya enthusiastically added:
  - We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world!
  Matilda, with the enthusiasm of a girl who has found her first love, added:
  - I believe, we will build holy communism!
  Jane burst out laughing and remarked:
  - And under the leadership of the Germans, in fact, communism can be built!
  Gringeta hit her forehead against the breech of the gun, and sang:
  - We are joking communism, now we will build it! And Stalin will be our super hero!
  Malanya added, clarifying:
  - In the coffin of course!
  Gringeta readily confirmed:
  - Of course, in the coffin!
  Jane philosophically remarked:
  - No matter how great the king is, he will go into the coffin, like the kennel!
  Gringeta added with a sly grin:
  - A politician always lies, he only dies for real!
  Malanya clicked her bare toes and said:
  - Immortality is real, but death is illusory!
  Matilda also issued an aphorism:
  - Kings can do everything, but not one, not one king can leave the coffin in the land!
  Jane tweeted:
  - Soon life will end ....
  Gringeta supported with aplomb:
  - Coming soon!
  Malanya fired machine guns at the Soviet infantry, and hissed:
  - Oh, mother, mother, have pity on the son!
  Matilda, with difficulty restraining her laughter, added:
  - After all, he had to live, not a day at all!
  Jane thought philosophically:
  - Everyone wants to live beautifully, but only a few die with dignity!
  Gringeta replied with a smile:
  - Death promises trouble, unless it sparkles with the rays of achievement!
  Malanya hissed with a furious grin of teeth:
  "A good death is better than a bad life!"
  Matilda challenged:
  - It's good to be God, in the wild, it's bad for the devil in the zone!
  Gringeta remarked with a venomous grin:
  - And we ran out of shells ... Agree, this is a huge tragedy! No present of annihilation!
  Jane snorted contemptuously.
  - There will be new presentations and other presidents!
  . CHAPTER 17
  Friedrich on this day, October 10, 1947, as always a greyhound and tireless, swiftly raced on an air horse Me-362. The boy did not feel even a shadow of fatigue, he was too excited, and still shot without a miss. At night, repair teams, primarily American ones, commissioned part of the damaged equipment. In particular, the "Pattons" were again spun with caterpillars, in addition, a couple of hundred of these machines came into operation being transferred from across the ocean, along already debugged railways. The partisans, of course, tried, but they did much worse than usual. Bandera defeated the Ukrainian Batka in the elections, and betrayal and desertion grew in the partisan ranks. Plus, the commander of the partisan movement, Voroshilov, fell ill ... And they didn"t pick up a replacement for him on time ... Thus, the supply of the shock international group of fascists was quite satisfactory. Yes, brave underground workers, and heroic saboteurs, sometimes achieved success, but not above the tactical level. In addition, the emergence of new allies who capitulated caused a sharp drop in faith in the victory of the USSR, and this led to the fact that the wavering elements, openly or even covertly, went over to the side of the Nazis.
  The number of deserters especially increased among the Red Army of Kraikov and the Polish Army. The Poles, believing in the promises of the Nazis and especially the Western capitalists, seriously counted on the creation of a great empire in the east, at the expense of Russia! Not all of course, the Polish communists remained loyal to the Soviets, but the rest of the political shades ... The liberals are especially unreliable ... So the Polish units began to surrender on the Moscow Bulge almost immediately from the start of the offensive ... Fortunately, there were few of them and this did not yet have a decisive influence on the course of the war .
  Friedrich made the first couple of sorties himself, breaking away from the rest of the pilots. He saw that the enemy was no longer meeting the Nazi hordes with fire so densely , and there were almost no minefields left in the path of the tank wedges. But the Soviet soldiers fought hard. The infantry did not open fire and tried, having let the tanks close, undermine their tracks or a bunch of grenades, or set them on fire with bottles of combustible mixture.
  The terminator boy basically increased the score, due to Soviet guns. Moreover, shooting from a horizontal plane, avoiding the loss of time for a dive. True, several tanks located in ambush were also destroyed. Aviation of the USSR acted inactively. In the very morning only seven U-2 planes appeared, then four Laggas. In general, Friedrich had a short conversation with them, lightly pressing the trigger ... And then, as always!
  Having suppressed the already weakened combat points, the Nazi tanks rushed further across the field and into the trenches ... However, anti-tank ditches and hedgehogs were also encountered at this already sixth and partly fifth line of defense (there were eight in total). The Soviet gunners got nervous and started firing from afar. The artillery of the Nazis was ruthless, and aviation .... So far, like a skating rink, everything was shredded. Well, Friedrich, as always, is ahead of everyone, faster and cooler. Changes took place in the formation of the troops, the Pattons with powerful machine-gun armament broke forward. A forced decision to reduce losses from kamikaze infantrymen sacrificing themselves but not willing to surrender...
  Friedrich made the third sortie with his girlfriend Helga. Here for the first time they met a more or less large batch of Soviet aircraft. Among them were even five Br-3s (from where they were dug up). Oddly enough, but the bombers of the USSR turned at the sight of the German aces immediately back, and the fighters rushed to meet them.
  Friedrich cold-bloodedly shot the cars that were trying to approach. Including an ace with a star of the hero of the USSR on the fuselage. An experienced warrior, however, tried to go into the clouds, but against such a monster as Friedrich Bismarck, it only turned out worse. The terminator boy, not missing, shot down thirty-six fighters and four attack aircraft at once, turning on, forsiv, rushed after the bombers.
  Here, however, Friedrich discovered that his car did not rush so much, and did not knock out 740 estimated kilometers even on a forced engine. The reason is clear, Friedrich's 30-millimeter cannons Mr-108 were replaced with Mr-103, which, with an initial projectile speed of 960 meters per second, penetrate the roof of tanks much more efficiently and enemy fighters from a very long distance, but almost one and a half times heavier and less with a rate of fire of 420 rounds per minute (however, Friedrich generally preferred, falling into a trance, to hit with single shells!). Yes, and the ammunition load for the guns was increased especially for Friedrich. So, it was not easy to catch up with the bombers. Several nimble He-362s outstripped the brave, young ace. They fell like hail on crops, crushing and tormenting Soviet cars. Moreover, the Br-3, as more slow-moving and poorly armed, became easy prey for terrorist pilots. Frederick was already ripe by the end of the feast, but he finished off a dozen more distances, knocking out fifty. However, the boy failed to beat his previous record of two hundred and fifty-three cars.
  Friedrich came back with great enthusiasm in his soul. He has won and is winning! And the thoughts of his betrayal are completely gone. The young man even said to himself:
  - And why these prejudices! Home is where your friends and children grow up! And the USSR is not the Motherland, but a prison of peoples!
  Helga heard these words, but, not understanding their true meaning, she confirmed:
  - You are right! And we will soon have children! Although, I do not want to get a stomach, while there is still such a war!
  Friedrich chuckled.
  - It depends on the will of the Almighty God. However, the Pope and a number of metropolitans are on our side!
  The fourth sortie on assault, jet-powered Fokken-Wulf-5 turned into a hunt for guns, as only a couple of tanks were caught. But the real test was yet to come.
  Rotmistrov's Fifth Guards Tank Army completed the undercutting transfer to the Krasnogvardeisky area. However, it was not possible to achieve complete surprise. Nazi reconnaissance aircraft recorded the movement of a large mass of tanks, and the Nazis hastened to take countermeasures. About five hundred SS units of the 2nd SS Panzer Army, as well as two hundred vehicles from the strategic reserve, came out to meet nine hundred and fifty tanks and self-propelled guns reinforced with reserves of the armored fist of Rotmistrov. In particular, the battle unfolded on the field, near the Pervomaisky collective farm, where German grenadiers and guns were located on the captured line.
  Friedrich and the best German aces were called in to fend off a massive blow from land and air.
  Lieutenant General Rotmistrov, the hero of the Battle of Stalingrad, carried out the order coming from the Supreme Commander himself, sincerely believed that the battle near Moscow was not yet lost. He had power in his hands, the hope was glimmering that the USSR would regain what it had lost earlier. However, the column, moving under its own power, pretty stretched out. This was partly due to the desire to avoid the reconnaissance aircraft of the Third Reich, with another duration of the march caused by damage to the railway lines due to the impact of enemy aircraft.
  Heavy bomber strikes forced large tank forces to march hundreds of kilometers under their own power. Moreover, the march was maximum in speed ... Given the certain heterogeneity of the tank fleet, some cars managed to replace filters, while others, on the contrary, old types, including imperfect transmissions, slowed down diesel engines.
  Due to the brutal and massive impact of enemy aircraft, the fifth shock army was located far enough from the front line and this forced this steel rink to go from evening to morning.
  A more compact group of Nazis was already waiting for Rotmistrov. Yielding in the total number of tanks, the Nazis were superior in quality: having about one and a half hundred "Panthers" -5 and "Tigers" -5, as well as a dozen "Goerings" L (English vehicles with 17-foot guns, approximately equal in penetration power to a gun "Panthers"), E-50, AG-50 and "Patton". The Superferdinanda tank destroyers were still on the way.
  Of course, it would have been better to attack the Nazis en masse, but the formidable Zhukov hurried Rotmistrov too much, rightly fearing that the Nazis would take energetic countermeasures. However, it has already been done...
  But here the Soviet army had one trump card - this was a serious air cover ... The planes removed both the Ural direction and the rate reserve, and even training vehicles, as well as equipment, were thrown into battle directly from the assembly line. This was the chance to break through the right flank and rear, the fascist wedge that had rushed far ahead.
  General Gota, and other commanders, already during the preliminary discussions of the plan for the Moscow operation, assumed that Krasnogvardeysk would certainly become the site of a tank battle with the combat reserve of the Soviet armies, which means that you need to have a cover plan.
  Special German aircraft, especially Xe-362, monitored the airspace, so that the battle on Krasnogvardeisky was to become the largest not only tank, but also air battle of World War II!
  Friedrich was called to fight the enemy, he is the best ace of the Luftwaffe, the king of air battles was a symbol of the victory of the Third Reich. And next to, or almost next to him on the right hand, on the assault, and therefore especially powerful modification of the Fokken-Wulf-5, Helga rushed.
  The boy even sang:
  - On starships we rush through the waves! Quarks are foaming in ether vortices!
  Helga confirmed:
  - Red creatures, there will be Hook to you! To the children of the underworld hellish world!
  Friedrich laughed and gave out his favorite:
  - Well, from the screw! Angel of death, just whistle it to appear! Will tear all the scum into ass slices!
  Helga chuckled in response.
  - Well, you're witty!
  Friedrich was somewhat worried about the increase in the weight of his aircraft, the connection with the installation of long-range weapons and the increase in ammunition. After all, the projectile of a 30-millimeter cannon, three times heavier than that of a 20-mm cannon, and perhaps four times more powerful in terms of destructive power, is a universal weapon adapted to carry armor both on the surface of the planet and in the air! The young ace even wanted to give up machine guns, remove their four large-caliber ones, but ... Helga objected before the flight:
  - After all, it can come to close combat. It is better to keep this trump card ...
  - Enough for Force Majeure and two "shooters"! Friedrich cut short. For me, what to shoot down close - that's enough. In general, I think machine-gun armament is redundant here.
  Helga giggled merrily and patted the boy on the back.
  - Not all, unfortunately, are such invincible knights as you! Many aces are still beginners, they need more dense fire in order to surely hit ...
  Friedrich quite reasonably objected:
  - Such an expensive car as the ME-362 U will not be given to a novice pilot. This fighter is for aces.
  Helga, instead of answering, ran into her fighter-attack aircraft, flickering, naked, pink heels. And what else to do, the emergency call sounded.
  Friedrich was generally pleased that he removed the two extreme machine guns, the massive machine started easier, and the speed increased, and the lightening of the wings improved maneuverability. Although the firing points themselves were covered with fairings, their reduction significantly added to the aerodynamics of the car. Although the Me-362 in terms of aerodynamic qualities is still unmatched among piston engines, such is the universal horse of war.
  Below, rare trees, fields flash by ... The day is hot and it looks like it will not be easy to fight. Especially the Russians, who are losing this tremendous battle. Here, to the left and a little below, a flock of crows is flying ... A large flock, and some of the crows are very large ... An ominous sign, crows accompany all wars, this cruel world devoid of sentimentality. As Boyarsky sang in the famous musical:
  - But why! It is impossible to live in the mind! But why - life does not teach us anything!
  This is violence, violence and more violence! Cruelty, cruelty and once again cruelty cementing the nation!
  A flock of crows seems endless, there are tens, hundreds of thousands of them, and they croak so that even in a hermetically sealed cabin you can hear. Friedrich asked Helga over the radio:
  - Can we hit them with machine guns?
  The ace girl objected:
  - Don't! Every bullet counts here!
  Friedrich chuckled.
  - What is quite possible! The king under the throne, lie in a bag of cartridges.
  From behind a flock of vultures, the first batch of Soviet aircraft suddenly jumped out. They were first met by the Salamanders. There were losses on both sides, more Russians were killed. Friedrich opened fire late and shot down only eight cars. But it's still a bad start. But a pair of German "Salamanders" -3 was shot down, as well as Me-262, it is not clear how it managed to get ahead of everyone.
  But the main thing was yet to come. The flock of crows ended, the German pilots jumped out into the space above the Krasnogvardeisky field and began.
  A whole army rushed towards the German squadron, and here, in fact, there was aviation from several air armies of the USSR. A huge armada of aircraft of all kinds, but most of all it was Yakov and somewhat less Laggs.
  Friedrich opened fire from a distance of more than six kilometers. He again plunged into streams of wild trance, when you do not aim, and your fingers all press automatically. When there is no longer any consideration, thoughts, the body seems to be yours, but you are already like a puppet of unknown forces ... This means that the flesh is not yours, but the spirit of the underworld - impure, evil forces ...
  Well, and in the head of the terminator boy, for the number of times the song sounded:
  In the circle of friends, but at the same time solitary,
  In captivity of suffering, sorrowful worries!
  Our world is so weary of scolding,
  Neither expanse nor beauty is visible!
  Where did you lead us - evil evil devil?
  When the evil demon turns the army!
  Hunting us, of course, military glory,
  Although my soul is a vile parasite!
  
  Such emptiness in a dying spirit
  Around the quagmire you can not see the way!
  And death, this count to the ruthless old woman,
  What collects tribute in holy Rus'!
  
  Simple understanding does not shine,
  All in the web, limitless power!
  The desire to live in an earthly abode,
  Tasting with sweet sweetness, joy, happiness!
  
  But fate sent his son to war,
  Where we had to forget about peace!
  No need to curse Satan for this,
  We didn't want anything else!
  
  On the plane I cut through the whirlwind,
  Having performed a trick, and the reception is crown!
  Believe me, the fighter of the Fatherland did not die,
  Let's play a funeral march for the scum!
  
  The enemy is numerous, strong,
  Cars, fighters, missiles!
  We will smash the infernal Wehrmacht to pieces,
  Russia's exploits will be sung!
  Will come to Earth, I believe communism,
  We will live happily - I know for sure!
  The executioner of people will crumble - fascism,
  Victory will be in kindness, light of May!
  
  Fatherland, swift flight,
  It gave us a holy life!
  The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  After all, I fight fiercely for her!
  
  And the time, I believe bright, will come,
  There will be no murders, old age will perish into the abyss!
  The genus will develop without edge,
  The top will rush the achievements of the lines!
  
  And in order for us to bring that time closer;
  You need to fight like a soldier of Rus'!
  So that it reaches everyone who is not a moron,
  That Russians always know how to fight!
  A good patriotic song sounded in Friedrich's head, but traitorous hands and feet did just the opposite. Namely, they sent shells to Soviet aircraft of all types and brands. The Soviet pilots tried to get close and start a dump ... Volka, having shot more than fifty cars on the move, made a turn and avoided the shots and the ramming attempt (he cut off this kamikaze with machine-gun short bursts). Then the plane of the young ace shifted, and being in a combat trance, the boy gave a lot of air guns. Very mowed down a number of Soviet fighters emerging from the rear.
  Here Friedrich almost rammed himself, but managed to slip into the line of fire, and continue the extermination of opponents. This time, twin-engine "Pawns" became his victims. An aphorism flashed through the boys head (pawns are not nuts either, future queens!). Helga squeaked into her radio.
  - Oh, dear mother! How they press!
  Friedrich, performing an unfinished dead loop, cut off Soviet fighters from a long distance, trying to go behind Helga's rear. One of them "Shopkeeper" (Lagg-5), was with a big red star on the fuselage ... So the hero of the USSR. The girl herself, on the assault modification of the Fokken-Wulf, fired at the tanks of the Rotmistrov army advancing on the positions of the Germans. And at the same time she hit quite accurately, successfully diving.
  Friedrich, meanwhile, was fighting with enemy aircraft, mentally thanking the supplies for the increase in ammunition. He even managed to put a traitor terminator into the T-34-85 tank, and having chosen the commander"s one (this can be seen from the antennas, which, despite the dust and distance, Friedrich"s sharp eyes were easily seen!).
  The hatch cover was pierced by three shells at once and the tank stopped...
  It was also hot downstairs, the vanguard of the Fifth Guards Tank Army had already rolled onto the SS grenadiers and parts of the second corps.
  The first Soviet vehicles rolled into the anti-tank ditch and slowed down. Rapid-firing guns "Tigers" -5 and "Panthers" -5 fell upon them. That's what the new Germans are strong in is fighting at a distance, in order to gain an advantage over them, the Soviet tanks had to enter close combat. Arrange a dump ... But tactically the decision was inaccurate, to tear across the open field where the ditches were dug, to meet the cars waiting for "prey". Yes, do not pile on at the same time en masse?
  True, the Soviet Ils, despite tangible losses, nevertheless broke through, like a small boxer diving under the giant's jam, to enemy tanks, causing damage, including small bombs. True, on some "Tigers" -5, they stood on top of the grid, but many vehicles, the German infantry, were forced to set up protection literally on the go.
  Friedrich thought that if the Russians had delivered a more concentrated strike, they would have had a much better chance of "a bunch of little" and profitable close combat.
  Ramming by the red pilots continued, but for example against the very nimble "Salamander" -3, this tactic did not bring the expected results. The losses of German aviation were growing, as well as even more of the Soviet ones. But it was no longer an unanswered fight. Many Soviet pilots had decent experience, it was not for nothing that they covered Moscow, so the Nazis got pretty bad.
  Friedrich, whose flair has sharpened incredibly, always avoided hits and intuitively hit the most dangerous Soviet fighters. Trying to knock out the leaders. He did it, and it worked without misfires. In my head, by the way, there was an emptiness, and a lack of perception of the battle as such. The body reacted, the targets were caught, there were no misses. A few times even got tanks.
  And many hundreds, if not thousands of aircraft of all kinds, flickered and flickered before my eyes. Here, for example, Huffman on his Non-362 ... Fights in a special way, speed, a jerk of a jet machine, and debris is flying in all directions ... And the Russians are also not bad .... That's just where Kozhedub is, it would be time to de-energize him ... Friedrich is moving at a minimum, now there is no need to turn, beat economically, but only, so slightly shifting from defeat ..
  Ammunition is running out, as is the fuel in the tanks, and impressive reinforcements are arriving from the German positions. Salamanders, and even several formidable Me-362s, are the first to enter the battle, and behind them the rest of the Nazi mosquito camp. Again, coast to coast... Soviet planes also begin to retreat. They are running out of fuel, and the losses have exceeded: all conceivable and inconceivable limits. Friedrich returns and asks Helga:
  - Everything is fine?
  The girl replies:
  - The plane is on the move! I knocked out six tanks and one fighter...
  Friedrich whistled:
  - Yes, you surpassed even me in the number of tanks destroyed. I personally destroyed only five cars with muzzles!
  Helga giggled.
  - And how many planes?
  - Airplanes? - Friedrich's head flashed numbers ... - Exactly three hundred and one! New world record. Here is the achievement...
  Helga exclaimed:
  - Yes, you're just a knight! No, soon the god of destruction. The great Kali himself ... the universal fighter!
  Friedrich politely corrected:
  - Actually, Kali is not a god, but the goddess of evil. That is, a woman, although in Hinduism a very revered and popular deity. Many temples have been built to her, and prayers are offered.
  The boy suddenly noticed that he had severely scratched his knee on the lever. And cursed:
  - Damn it! It was not worth making a turn, in such a heavily armed vehicle.
  Helga said with concern:
  - And the next flight you have without me?
  Friedrich readily confirmed:
  - Yes, your Fokken will still be refueled and loaded, and mine is already ready. Just don't talk, just take care of yourself!
  Helga said emphatically:
  - No! My advice to you is to fight and fight the best you can... If at all possible.
  The planes landed and Friedrich ran to the next car. The selected combination of the Me-362 and the assault F -490 was optimal for the superass of all times and peoples.
  Friedrich, feeling with his bare feet the sharp, rough pedals of the Fokken-Wulf-4, began to squeeze out speed and sing along:
  - I'm going to battle! I will crush the creature into dust!
  The battle at Krasnogvardeisk continued. In addition to the tanks of the Rotmistrov army itself, one and a half hundred Soviet vehicles, taken from the southern flank and the area of the Kashirna Soviet Front, arrived in time for the battlefield. True, only the first batch of cars has arrived so far. Soviet aviation also did not think of surrendering, but so far it has not been particularly active.
  Friedrich set to work on the tanks, using his cannons specially designed for this purpose. In his opinion, the caliber of 37 millimeters was still optimally suited for this purpose. Here, for example, Rudel with such guns, without any combat trance, destroyed, or rather, which is more fair, knocked out 534 tanks during the entire war. But he was an ordinary person, not Friedrich who. The boy remembered how his father told his mother that the combined effect on the fetus carried in the womb of the child, in addition to the manifestation of phenomenal abilities as puberty, could turn the offspring into a psychopath ...
  Maybe his combat trance, and this superpower of a warrior, is also a consequence of an impact, the nature of which is unknown to him.
  But now the tanks are coming, for the pilot, their movements seem slow, and even more so for Friedrich. The young ace began to peel offhand from a horizontal plane. It just fires and thrashes. Flashes of light, from small explosions, hatches pierced through. At the same time, many cars light up, since the gas tanks are located in the fighting compartment. And destruction, the T-34 flew off like a slingshot barrel.
  Often hitting shells caused the detonation of ammunition. And this in turn...
  Friedrich did not think about such trifles, he watched the picture when, having suffered heavy losses and realizing the futility of attempts to break through, than the ditches dug by the Soviet people, the guards tanks moved around.
  But here, too, an unpleasant surprise awaited them. Two dozen "Superferdinands" managed to approach. They, unfortunately, were with stronger driving characteristics, thanks to the use of American motors.
  Soviet vehicles were moving across an open field, which means that the legendary fighters could hit already from three kilometers away. Of course, the "Superferdinands" missed, but the high rate of fire of anti-aircraft guns allowed them to hit quite often. In addition, the field was heavily dug up and plowed with shells, and the T-34-85 could not pick up speed. But they still moved like waves during an eruption. And the Panthers -5 and the nimble American Witches -5, high-speed tank destroyers, hurried to the aid of the Ferdinands -4.
  Friedrich tried to knock out (purely subconsciously) commanders. Even my fingers cramped from the tension. And there were fruits! The young terminator, from a horizontal projection, knocked out forty-two T-34 tanks, three KV-s, and two Su-122s. It could have been three more cars, but they were distracted by a raid by Soviet fighters, and most importantly by attack aircraft. According to them, Friedrich began to plant both a 37-millimeter air gun and two 20-millimeter ones (also quite striking, if you hit a lantern or a gas tank, or an engine.
  Only twenty-seven aircraft, and eighteen of them Ils ... Not bad, considering the importance of each tank, even damaged in this stubborn battle ... Here are a few T-34-85s accelerated, and still broke through to close range. Here the weakly armored American "Witches" -5 blazed.
  Friedrich saw the attack aircraft of Hans-Ulrich Rudel. This already long-famous ace, it seems, also decided to replace the "Shtuka" with a stronger and faster Fokken-Wulf-5. His torch emblem is known to all. He asked Friedrich:
  - How are you, the angel of death!
  The Terminator Boy replied:
  - Affairs in the Gestapo, and I have accomplishments!
  Rudel assured:
  - And I'm good! But how do you manage to shoot so accurately and quickly, and even from a horizontal plane?
  The ace boy, laughing, answered or even sang:
  - All the impossible is possible I know for sure! Find the diamond of the kings of the Earth in running water!
  - Nothing, I'll catch up to thirty by the end of the day! Rudel promised.
  Return, replacement of the aircraft, and again the native Me-362, the aircraft, which, except for bullet holes on the wings, did not receive any damage under the leadership of Volka. And of course the tank battle....
  It was hot at Krasgvardeisky. The columns of the Fifth Guards Army and the brigades removed from other fronts pulled up. Reinforcements crawled up to the Germans, including a dozen American tank destroyers, the latest M-18s with 110-millimeter guns. These machines were not inferior in lethal force to the Tiger-5 guns, caliber 105, and even beat the T-34 better, as they were less prone to ricochet. The gun itself, at the same time, is also from a converted American anti-aircraft gun, which means it is quick-firing. Only here the armor is weaker than the German ones, but still 186 millimeters is enough to hold the projectile in the forehead. Especially on the go, the T-34-85 is very often smeared.
  Friedrich, even at a distance, felt a tsunami approaching, a new wave of Red Army aircraft. This means that it"s not up to the tanks, which have almost grappled into a tight one, so let the attack aircraft take care of them. Among them, by the way, very heavily armed and armored He-329s are visible. As attack aircraft and tank destroyers are strong. Especially with the 88 mm Ra-44 guns, which pierce not only the roof of the tank, but also in the forehead. Only here in aerial combat, this machine, to put it mildly, is not as versatile as the "working mare" Fokken-Wulf.
  Among the attack aircraft, Friedrich spotted Helga's plane. Well, of course, back in the ranks.
  The terminator boy, descending a little along the way, we will cut open three tanks and self-propelled guns-76, sang:
  - We'll have a show! Simply the highest superclass!
  . CHAPTER 18
  Helga readily replied:
  - Of course I believe you! I gave my heart not to a beast! The answer will be given to you - do you believe it or not?
  Instead of answering, Friedrich began to shoot from a long distance from the bottom ... And then gaining height.
  There were quite a lot of Soviet aircraft, but still less than the first time. The pilots of the Luftwaffe felt quite confident, like a first-grader who had beaten an annoying peer in an unfamiliar school, after that he was literally overwhelmed with strength.
  The Soviet pilots became more cunning, and having fallen under the blows, they immediately broke up into groups, trying to pull the Germans towards themselves. Friedrich attacked them, climbing up the hill. For him, however, the refusal of the enemy from a straightforward attack only facilitated tactics. But other German fighters climbed into battle.
  Friedrich noted in annoyance that the He-362 was usually ahead of him. But it's okay, from a long distance of several kilometers, no one knows how to cut down anyway.
  And "Salamanders" -3, just like children's paper airplanes, jump, jump like a shark on the waves, and they themselves get ...
  Friedrich chose his victim, the command aircraft, before he had time to think about how this car was shot down. The boy brought out the moral:
  - You can lose in a war, unlike sports, once, you win in a war, unlike a game, endlessly! However, the pieces from the board fly off only from the loser, the winner puts on the board, even previously shot down combat units!
  However, the fight was felt in the field. For example, Wittmann is already quite a hardened tank ace, he fought on the "Tiger". He, along with the gunner, also missed quite often, although the tank turned around easily. Gunner Schleich, barely had time to wipe the sweat off his face. The forehead of this steel monster has already been hit several times, but so far it has managed to ricochet. Wittmann yelled at the top of his lungs:
  - Let them come closer, don't be nervous, please...
  The impressions of a participant in the battle, deputy chief of staff of the 31st brigade, who recently became a Hero of the Soviet Union, Grigory Penezhko, also spoke about the state of a person in those terrible conditions. ... Before mental images, there were heavy pictures ... There was such a roar that the membranes pressed, blood flowed from the ears. The continuous roar of engines, the clanging of metal, the roar, the explosions of shells, the wild rattle of torn iron ... From point-blank shots, turrets turned, twisted guns, armor burst, tanks exploded.
  The impenetrable heavy "Patton" -3, almost point-blank tried to take the Soviet T-34-85. He snarled, shielded armor bulging. "Witches" -4 slipped and tried to apply the maneuver themselves. It was as if it was a cavalry army of ancient knights about to slay each other. Often both tanks fired point-blank and blew each other up.
  From shots into gas tanks, the tanks instantly flared up. Hatches opened, and tank crews tried to get out. Grigory saw a young lieutenant, half burnt, hanging on his armor. Wounded, he could not get out of the hatch. And so he died. There was no one around to help him. The soldiers lost their sense of time, they felt neither thirst, nor heat, nor even blows in the cramped cockpit of the tank. One thought, one desire - while alive, beat the enemy. Soviet tankers, who got out of their wrecked vehicles, searched the field for enemy crews, also left without equipment, and beat them with pistols, grabbed them hand-to-hand.
  An image in the style of surrealism of the captain, who, in some kind of frenzy, climbed onto the armor of the wrecked German "Tiger" -5 and hit the hatch with a machine gun in order to "smoke out" the Nazis from there. Quite how bravely the commander of the tank company Chertorizhsky acted. He knocked out, through the whirlwind of shells, breaking into the side of the enemy "Tiger" -5, but he himself was hit. Jumping out of the car, the tankers put out the fire. And they went into battle again.
  Helga had already pierced the roof of Grigory Penezhko's tank with the last shell. The shell hit the gas tank, and everything went up in flames. The flames scorched the Soviet tankers, forcing them to jump out of their hatches. But Grigory himself, who was wounded, did not have time to jump out ... He burned alive, realizing in kind what the underworld is ...
  Friedrich, seeing that the enemy aircraft had already grown wiser and was trying to fly away in a combined way, attacked the tanks himself ... The Germans really had a hard time, although the most heavily armed English Challenger tanks entered the battle (The crews are also from the sons of Britain and shoot extremely accurately!) .
  Friedrich is full of demonic energy and excitement, he is ready to single-handedly sweep away everything and everyone, even if you have to fight with an entire tank army, and even more so with air. But you have to return, fuel and ammunition are running out, for this, a flight, shooting down fifty-seven aircraft and knocking out thirty-one tanks and six self-propelled guns, plus two more armored personnel carriers, three Katyushas, four Andryushas, cars that tried to go to the rear .
  Helga remarked:
  - The Russians have a song about women in our villages! And we have not only fighting women, but men, what you need!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - Our men, what you need, but women are better!
  Helga said slyly:
  - A woman wins by shedding tears, a man by making them shed!
  Friedrich, baring his teeth, remarked:
  - Since we are sharp, then everything is not so bad today!
  You have to fly alone for the next flight ... Well, if so, then there is no point in losing heart ... It"s already hot in the Focken-Wulf with an air-cooled engine. Very hot, motor, plus sun, plus little time to cool down. Friedrich himself was even surprised how he had not yet fallen down with such a savage load. After all, it"s elementary ... it eats away all the insides ...
  Soviet tanks were completely thinned out ... Nevertheless, reinforcements again arrived to the Germans, and almost all attack aircraft were thrown into battle ... But reinforcements are also suitable for Rotmistrov ... The same tanks from another front.
  But the air is much calmer, although there are separate batches of fighters, or attack aircraft.
  Friedrich repeats the old proven tactics, he already knows that she will not let him down. And the Germans...
  A regrouping is also taking place, since most of the Soviet tanks have already been destroyed, then you can try to attack yourself ... Wittmann gloomily remarked:
  - Eight tanks were knocked out ... For one day it's good, but for such a day it's bad ...
  The guide corrected:
  - Actually, twelve ....
  Wittmann interrupted:
  - Four destroyed cars when the Russians climbed through a deep anti-tank ditch - do not count! It was elementary. Yes, and the ammunition should be replenished ...
  But the Soviet tanks rushed forward again when the attack aircraft especially began to get them. In particular, Friedrich, who shot fifty-five shells, of which forty-nine T-34 tanks and six self-propelled guns. And it took him five and a half minutes ... That's the battle ... Of course, it could have been more ... Friedrich thought, why should he fire from two cannons at the same time? And One is quite enough ... In the meantime ...
  Helga met him at the airport, kissed him so passionately, whispered:
  - Here is the embodiment of chivalry - Don Quixote!
  - What did you say? Friedrich snapped.
  The girl immediately recovered:
  - Sorry wolf cub... I wanted to say Lancelot!
  The ace boy snapped:
  - Then another matter! After all, Don Quixote is a parody of a knight. Foolish chivalry and disinterested nobility are ridiculed in a way!
  Helga agreed.
  - I, in general, understand it! But...
  Friedrich interrupted the girl:
  - On planes alive!
  Soviet tank crews and pilots seem to have made one last attempt to turn the tide of an extremely unsuccessful battle. General Gota, as an experienced commander who had already thoroughly studied the tactics of the Russians, was in no hurry to attack, and even leaned back slightly in order to use the advantage in firepower one hundred percent. And of course, booking. This is the tactic of a tall boxer who retreats in front of the short man, works as the second number, but does not allow the undersized pinscher to close the distance and gain an advantage. Well, Rotmistrov has no other choice! Either attack or die! The latter is better, although both may well be together!
  Well, Friedrich has to fight with aircraft too ... It"s also a fight, and the enemy is brave ...
  But first, the terminator boy shot fifteen attacking T-34-85 tanks. So ethereal in one burst ...
  Helga exclaimed:
  You are the emperor of the air! That's how the Third Reich will be famous!
  Friedrich answered her:
  - And he is already famous! And you don't have to praise!
  Helga yelled:
  - And you glorify him even more!
  - Will try! Friedrich growled.
  He fell back into an ultra-combat trance. Strange thoughts swirled in the boy's head. For example, what will happen to him after the victory of the Third Reich? Of course, the patronage of the emperor's wife will provide him with the highest position, and his son will become the heir to the Great Empire. Exciting vistas! And the Russians, finally, learn the order and discipline to which even Stalin, the bloody Georgian, could not accustom them.
  Although, of course, victory is still far away ... Or it can take and turn the fighter crashing into the Fritz. Like this, kill several dozen fascist vehicles and return to the USSR as a hero?
  But will it help him if the heroes of the war who escaped from captivity are shot, but .... Stalin does not trust anyone at all, he said that he does not have a son, Yakovlev! So he can no longer go back to Friedrich ... Especially after what he did ... It was possible to flee to the USSR right away, when they just gave him the "Stuka". The boy would be forgiven... Well, maybe they sent him to the penal battalions, and if he also shot down some of the Nazis... Yes, he had a chance to return... But now, in the USSR they will not spare him, he has become too bloody....
  Friedrich thought, well, why didn't he defect to the side of the Soviets. Well, okay, he joined the Hitler Youth, being in the center of Berlin, then he had no other way to survive. But why did he kill the commissars? You could just turn it off ... Why did a wild beast suddenly wake up in it ... Not even a beast, because animals usually kill to eat or because of a feeling of hunger. Man, on the other hand, turned killing into fun, becoming worse than a tiger ...
  What happened to him that the murder began to bring joy, and the desire to exalt in the Third Reich, to make a career captured the whole essence? Who did he become, .. Why did he lose the feeling of patriotism and attachment to his people?
  However, does he have one? Here is the same General Vlasov or Boris Alekseevich Smyslovsky. Here, too, a strange person, it seemed an exemplary representative of the noble corps of tsarist Russia. And he had to go over to the side of Hitler and other fascists. Officer of the Russian Imperial Army, captain. After the Civil War, he was interned in Poland, then emigrated to Germany. He entered the service in the German army. From 1928 to 1932 he studied at the Higher Courses at the Military Department (General Staff Academy) of the Reichswehr. During World War II, he took an active part in the formation of Russian volunteer units. He believed that the Germans could contribute to the restoration of Russia: "The victory of the German armies should lead us to Moscow and gradually transfer power into our hands. The Germans, even after the partial defeat of Soviet Russia, will have to fight against the Anglo- Saxon world for a long time. Time will work in our favor, and they will not be up to us. Our importance as an ally will increase, and we will have complete freedom of political action."
  The boy's head floated on what he had read earlier on the Internet ... Quite by chance, his eyes ran over the page of the reference book - "accomplices of Nazism - the shame of the nation!"
  True, at the same time he never collaborated with General A. A. Vlasov, since he did not share either his views or his plan of action, but he personally met with him three times, mainly on instructions from the German General Staff.
  Friedrich interrupted his thoughts... Eighty-three Soviet planes were shot down, and the last shells are already being planted in tanks, and it is already possible to return... Well, what a bastard he is... How he has fallen... Bloody whore! The eyes immediately became wet... Salty droplets of tears flowed down the smooth boyish cheeks... How bitter, even shoot yourself!
  Upon his return, the sight of a tired but cheerful Helga immediately raised his spirits, and he again rushed into battle ... He is a warrior! So, he was born to win, and whose nation is weaker, he is not friends with her!
  Helga suddenly noticed:
  - Are you crying?
  Friedrich shook his head.
  - It's already my eyes are watering, from fatigue! What a battle! I haven't closed my eyes for six days now! And before that, almost did not sleep!
  Helga consoled:
  - Here the cauldron will close and we will sleep a little ... It remains a little bit. Just a little bit to win!
  Flight on the Focken-Wulfach-4, enemy aircraft are not visible, and there is little left of the tanks. But even those that are there need to be finished off.
  Helga whispers into the radio:
  - Well, let's get them! So twisting the eight!
  Friedrich chuckles.
  - Twisting eight is better than getting six on shoulder straps!
  The girl, having struck the car from a dive, barked:
  - No, you can't be imagined as a six. You have the breed of a king.
  From the Fifth Guards Army there were horns and legs. Now Gotha gave the order to advance, especially since it was already evening, the time had passed well past dinner, and darkness began to approach.
  On the battlefield there were more than a thousand and a hundred wrecked and destroyed Soviet tanks, and about three hundred German tanks that received some kind of damage. Of these, about sixty-five cars were by no means subject to restoration.
  And Friedrich, leaving his girlfriend to sleep on a cot, was still flying. This time it was redirected to suppress artillery. The desperate march of Rotmistov diverted part of the forces, the armies of Meinshein, and they advanced no more than twelve kilometers in a day and evening. Night fell, but the stormtroopers were still working. They just changed pilots.
  Once again, Friedrich encountered U-2 night bombers. Cars flew almost close to the ground - low level flight. They would have had a chance to slip through with such a disguise, but in this situation, the devilish instinct of the young terminator worked.
  In addition, Friedrich suddenly felt very ashamed of his tears, and he became furious ... Even the boy's look changed. And completely different words, of another song, rushed through my head;
  Anger spreads through the body in a fiery wave,
  It is impossible to understand such a thing and what is happening to me now!
  Here the underworld opened all the blackness in the soul,
  I want palaces - it"s not enough for me with a sweetheart and paradise in a hut!
  
  And how it all happened, even God does not know,
  I became a traitor bastard, but so far I'm dead!
  Where is this revelation from, who gave birth to it,
  I draw inspiration in a bowl - mighty forces!
  
  The Devil dragged us in a net, throwing us into a vicious circle,
  It so happened, I got caught in the net!
  But I will break the web, and I will accept God with my heart,
  Do not just curse the heavenly moon!
  And these are brothers in arms I know for sure!
  
  Oh give me a chance holy Lord
  My nature, you are betrayal and infamy!
  I wanted flesh, save only flesh,
  And ended up in the abyss, where wisdom fell asleep!
  
  The fascist said: you serve us -
  You will receive land, money, titles recognition!
  But give up your soul
  And this is the worst punishment in the world!
  
  But I'm a weakling, got into a mess,
  And he destroyed the living, honor and conscience in himself!
  So be it, hard fact
  After all, it"s not a novel, it"s just a story!
  
  What should I do, way back;
  There is no more left, and now at least the neck is in a noose!
  But the demon said, end the mess,
  Such cowardice, believe us, I do not accept!
  Friedrich finished this "vocal", knocking down his "ears" and then he felt extremely tired ... And what has already blossomed, which means that a new day has come on July 11th. And he's been on his feet for seven days...
  After landing, the boy barely managed to run to the bunk and immediately fell down;
  The dream turned out to be very tense ... Friedrich dreamed that he was a student and was listening to a lecture. Moreover, the teacher of gigantic growth tells it with such enthusiasm and fervor that you involuntarily listen. There we are talking about a long-standing historical enemy of Russia, the United States. It seems that in his homeland they finally came up with a worthy weapon of retaliation;
  - You should be aware that the Pentagon Army has deployed its best strike force in the fight against our desire to break the path to other worlds. I sent a telegram to the NATO military, where I stated that I was not going to seize the earth, that I was conducting peaceful research aimed at the benefit of all mankind. They didn't get my message, they measure everyone on their dubious and selfish scale of values. These megalomaniac bastards think they can control all of humanity. They think that if they have a manic passion for capture and destruction, then other representatives of other worlds should have the same animal passion.
  The speaker paused and listened to a generous wave of applause. And Volka also applauded him vigorously, although he did not like to recognize authorities behind him. Well, the mighty giant continued:
  - I am not a beast or a predator, but I am able and intend to defend myself, the good of my civilization depends on my struggle, and if my enemies, and the enemies of my civilization intend to attack, then I intend to defend myself. I will destroy those who stand between me and freedom. Those who have almost enslaved humanity, considering themselves the highest nation, beyond the jurisdiction of people, will face retribution. I have already given a group of oligarchs a penny each, I will show them an example of a person capable of fighting, and not going under the ax like a submissive sheep. We all must unite, because this is our common cause, because on Earth, soon there will be nothing to breathe. Now to business. To defeat the American and NATO fleets, we need large, unlimited reserves of energy, a fundamentally new weapon, and we have it. To many, even the best of you, the H-bomb seems to be the ultimate. Many, even the best of you, assume that there is no other more powerful way to get energy, except for the annihilation that can be difficult to implement in practice. All of you are familiar with thermonuclear reactions, the fusion of hydrogen atoms and the formation of helium. Well, other elements up to iron. Nuclear fusion gives light to stars for billions of years. And for many of you it seems unbelievable that fundamentally new reactions of synthesis can be carried out: they practically do not exist in nature. Many of you are full of stereotypical thoughts that if the reaction does not exist in nature, then it cannot exist in principle. What an absurd delusion, the science of super-civilizations provides a way to obtain gigantic masses of energy on a scale and reactions that do not exist in nature. You already know the existence of quarks: the mini-particles that make up elementary particles. Even your science has discovered hundreds of elementary particles. In addition to them, which your science has also recorded, there are particles of various types, many of which seem strange to you, or even superfluous. You are struck by the diversity of quarks, which is difficult to explain in the usual logical way. More recently, your scientists discovered particles called preons, the particles that make up quarks, and you have not been able to get to and study them properly. Well, you have not yet succeeded in extracting from the nucleus not only preons, even quarks. Well, what kind of energy can be obtained due to their fusion or splitting: immeasurable even in comparison with a thermonuclear reaction. Even with the modern, rather low level of terrestrial science, there are theoretical calculations that show that the smaller the particle, the more energy it extracts. This suggests that if it were possible to master such energy, then it would be possible to obtain an almost unlimited source of energy resources. However, not one terrestrial scientist has failed not only to recreate the fusion reaction of microparticles, but even to extract a free quark from the nucleus.
  Even getting a free, unbound quark is not yet a success. What is the reason that the reaction by breaking or merging ultralight particles is still not possible, not only to repeat, but even to fix in nature. The reason lies in this: that is why the thermonuclear reaction is so difficult that it is figuratively even called a hero with very short arms. In order to cause a thermonuclear reaction, the energy of an atomic bomb is needed; for an atomic bomb to explode, conventional explosives are needed. In order to cause a quark fusion reaction, there is not enough reaction of an explosion of a thermonuclear charge, its power is not enough for the reaction, which is why superheavy quarks are not found in nature. There is no intermediate step, a step that separates and classifies the reactions within atomic fusion. In thermonuclear fusion, there are stages one after another, which go on increasing in terms of released energy. A reaction that releases much more energy than a thermonuclear explosion and is extremely rare: an annihilation reaction. It comes from the contact of matter and antimatter. In nature, it is rare, extremely rare, because in the real world there is almost no antimatter. The annihilation reaction is rare in nature, there is no intermediate step between the fusion reaction of elements and a thermonuclear reaction. The essence of the problem is that antimatter itself is not made from simple matter. Within our visible system, we cannot observe it. But if you moved in space and found yourself at the junction of universes, on the border of the world and the anti-world, then you would see how the process of annihilation proceeds on a large scale. The essence of the problem turned out to be in obtaining a sufficient amount of antimatter, that is, matter that could not exist in the real world. It would constantly come into contact with real ordinary matter, it would have to annihilate or explode, just as two separately harmless chemical elements explode when they come into contact. Protons, neutrons, electrons, in contact with positrons, antineutrons, antielectrons would turn into photons and other particles rushing in different directions. Their expansion speed is colossal and exceeds the speed of light. Yes, during large-scale annihilation, the particles pass into superlight speed, moving away from each other. It is difficult to obtain anti matter in a simple way, by accelerating particles on accelerators. The result obtained in this way will never justify the costs. Nevertheless, an effective way to obtain antimatter on a solid scale was found experimentally. Its essence lies in the fact that the probability of obtaining antimatter, as well as matter, is approximately the same, which means that the difference between antimatter and ordinary matter is not great and not much energy is required to change the polarity of matter. This can be done using not so strong radiation of a special field and a wave of a special nature. In addition to quarks, preons, there are creons, resons, forkons, ryumons, chorodons, romons, etc. Radiation at a special telepathic level changes the structure of matter at the creon-resonance level, only slightly changing, shifting the structure of the arrangement of microparticles. The discovery of special waves has revolutionized science and society. But whose radiation, what level could change the type of matter, transferring it to a qualitatively new level, changing the characteristics of matter. A new type of radiation was discovered in the study of human abilities, his extraordinary abilities. We Hitlernators before other nations and peoples mastered extra abilities. The new telepathic radiation penetrated lead and even denser solid supermaterials, which in itself indicated a different system and a different range of radiation. Even at your level of science and civilization, there are and created radiation exceeding the speed of light. Of the radioactive radiation Alpha, Beta, Gamma, already Beta rays move a little more than the speed of light, and with Gamma-AS radiation, the excess of the speed of light is almost one and a half times. On planet Earth, they have already experimentally discovered the radiation of the Klekon and Der waves, which exceed the speed of light twice. True, while they are being generated in microdoses, they are not even aware of the prospects. I will say more between the speed of radiation and its ability to penetrate matter, there is a direct connection. The shorter the wave range, the higher the penetrating power, the higher the speed of the radiation. Gamma rays only after passing a centimeter of lead are attenuated by half. For the radiations of Klecon and Der, the penetrating power is even higher. Extra-range radiation, whether it be aura, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, cyberkinesis, tormokinesis, plasmokinesis, have the highest speed and all penetrating range. That is, it is in the so-called spiritual superstructure that lies the key to controlling the worlds, to mastering unprecedented forms of energy. The newest forms of energy open the way to the newest forms of measurements, measurements of the microworld that are able to take root and be realized in the macrocosm, transferring the measurements between micro-fundamental particles to the real world, the so-called rolling of space. A new type of energy will give a new weapon, emit Z-56 rays and crush the aggressor's armada to powder. I could now explain in more detail the essence of the new energy and describe in detail how it arises, as well as the effect of the merger, but we have already been given an ultimatum. These gorillas think to frighten us, but even if we capitulate, they cannot resist the temptation to plow the island and iron it with bombs and volleys of heavy guns. If there is no military action, then why did the Yankees gather such an armada, they need an act of intimidation, an example for the whole world. Your lives depend on me. I will teach the aggressor a lesson that he will remember for a lifetime, and whoever remains alive will envy the dead!
  At this phrase, Friedrich's dream was interrupted. He frantically opened his eyes. Helga stood in front of him and held bouquets of flowers in her hands, and in the fingers of a bare, girlish leg was a rose, with which she affectionately tickled the boy's bare, pink heel.
  - Well, get some sleep. It's time for dinner!
  Friedrich jumped up and immediately sucked in his stomach ... But yes, he hadn"t eaten almost anything for a week. He only drank fortified chocolate diluted with water. The boy looked at the sun and was surprised:
  - It's strange, I spent about five hours, but it seems much less. I didn"t even have time to listen to the most interesting lecture on new weapons!
  Helga giggled.
  - About the new weapon? Yes, when great warriors fight, the oldest technique allows everyone to win. But first, eat some fish soup. A couple of girls, your fans, were specially welded for you. Eat and new forces will come.
  Friedrich took to the fish soup with pleasure, which seemed to him the most delicious dish on planet Earth. The boy emptied the bowler hat and felt a heaviness in his stomach. But despite this cheerfully jumped up and rushed to the car.
  - Well, Helga, we'll fight again!
  The girl playfully replied:
  - And how!
  And now the reliable horse Me-362, together with the inseparable satellite Fokken-Wulf-4, again torments the atmosphere with propellers. And that in the war as in the war. Friedrich asked Helga:
  What is your favorite pastime besides fighting?
  The girl chuckled softly and replied:
  - It's hard to even say! Although you know. I was into woodcarving. Such beautiful patterns turned out ... And I also tried to write fantastic stories. Only when I wrote a couple, everyone started laughing at me. And I felt so ashamed that I quit composing them. Do you know how unpleasant it is when they laugh at you!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - Yes, I understand! Although now I am at the pinnacle of fame! But as soon as I die, I'm almost...
  Helga interrupted:
  - No! Trust me, they won't forget! I think your name will be called the air army, or some of the conquered eastern cities. Or maybe a street in Berlin!
  Friedrich laughed.
  - Yes, you consoled me!
  Helga added quite seriously:
  - Maybe even an order in aviation will be approved with your portrait. Firstly, you have such a sweet face, and secondly, your result, already more than twenty thousand five hundred enemy aircraft, is unlikely to be surpassed by anyone!
  Friedrich also quite seriously objected:
  - No, they can surpass if the war with the USSR drags on for a very long time, or if they still have to deal with yesterday's allies. So everything is possible ... But in principle, it is possible to reach a thousand planes! What can I do and this!
  The conversation was interrupted, a small squadron of enemy fighters flew ahead, and then they had to seriously take up the guns.
  Despite the extreme fatigue and exhaustion of the Nazi army, the victory at Krasnogvardeisky inspired the Fritz and the multi-tribal pack to new feats.
  The Nazis did not dare to attack Moscow, and attacked the city of Pavlovsky Posad, located to the east, and fortified the areas adjacent to it.
  The Soviet soldiers, otherwise it could not have been fought courageously, but the corridor between the German wedges had narrowed so much by evening that it was already being shot through.
  Friedrich and Helga again had to take on the tanks, which tried to counterattack and plug the gap. And then they showed themselves and perfectly. The young man managed to exceed five hundred in tanks! And this is generally an achievement of the ultra-class!
  Friedrich really felt joy that he was so cool! That he is the best warrior of all times and peoples means a class of classes! And what does it feel like to be taller and cooler than everyone! Friedrich is Wolf, which means wolf!
  It was already dark, and the battle still did not die out. German columns from the north, where the hordes of the famous Rommel were torn, and from the south, where Mainstein Pass, surrounded the city of Pavlovsky Posad. Already at midnight, Gotha's tanks and, first of all, several Ferdinand-4s broke into the outskirts of this village ... But they were forced to stop. Then Gota gave the order to bypass the most stubborn defenses. At two o'clock in the morning east of Pavlovsky Posad, parts of the second SS corps and the first tank corps, also from the USSR, came out to meet each other. So on the night of October 12, 1947, a blockade ring closed around the Moscow military group!
  . CHAPTER #19
  On the morning of October 13, 1947, Friedrich fought, as always selflessly and skillfully. His faithful flying horse was torn in height, and the engine, despite the fact that the boy forced it more than once, worked without failures ...
  The resistance of the Soviet troops noticeably weakened ... The Nazis did not yet dare to attack Moscow, which had been turned into an impregnable fortress, but moved towards the east. In Pavlovsky Posad, battles were still in full swing, the fascist commanders quite reasonably refused to use tanks in the city, leaving Romanians, Italians, Arabs, Indians and other foreign units to storm.
  Friedrich took part in two or three small air skirmishes, and without difficulty, cut off about a dozen aircraft. Other targets were ground: cannons, howitzers, mortars, Katyushas, and if you're lucky, tanks.
  The latter, on the other hand, did not occur often. Looks like the advice has fizzled out. By noon, when the pairing of October became unbearable, there was a brief lull and Frederick, or as he was officially called Frederick the Great Bismarck, was summoned to Smolensk.
  The young ace-terminator looked very pleased and cheerful. Although Friedrich was very bitter and ashamed of his betrayal, the prospect of receiving fascist awards pleased the boy.
  Helga was called along with him. The girl was also excited and her pearly teeth sparkled with a charming panther smile. She said:
  - You see, the wolf boy, we defeated the Russians!
  Friedrich did not share the optimism in this case:
  - So far, this is only an intermediate success and struggle ... Battles and battles are only gaining momentum. But the beginning and in fact, successfully ...
  The building of the regional committee of the CPSU was chosen for the award. The huge parking lot contained many luxury cars, mostly American-made.
  Indeed, puppet generals from the US Army, the British Empire, the Canadian Dominion were present in the assembly hall. There was even one of the English princes... And, of course, Hermann Goering himself and Adolf Hitler... Only this surprised Friedrich, Margaret was not with him. It's strange, maybe just being pregnant, this outstanding, unique woman does not want to endanger her own and the child received from the ace ... After all, war is not a joke at all!
  Or maybe she doesn"t want to communicate with Hitler"s new favorite with her husband? Here, in general, everything is possible and it is almost impossible to read what is in the mind of a woman beautiful, like Aphrodite, and insidious like Hera ...
  However, Friedrich is even happy about it. It was not enough in the presence of the Fuhrer to expose himself and her to the risk of betraying his emotions, with an involuntary gesture, or an unconsidered word. After all, horned husbands, especially in the person of the ruler of the half world, are very dangerous. Even for such a tough guy like He is the number one soldier of the Third Reich!
  Most of those who arrived for the award were pilots - Goering himself was an ace, an ardent admirer of the theory of General Dua - aviation, the god of wars, of course, first of all allocated air forces. But there were also tankers, among them the famous Wittmann. And the award ceremony began with knight's crosses.
  When Helga was called, the girl literally jumped like a horse, tapping her heels. She was awarded a knight's cross and a special badge of a fighter, tanks ... On top of this, the Fuhrer Adolf himself handed the girl a nominal saber with diamonds, as the best woman who distinguished herself as a result of fighting in the Moscow battle.
  Wittmann received a cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds, the Star of the Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds was also awarded to "baby" Huffman. The American ace in his invariable cowboy shirt also received an award.
  Friedrich was awarded the last ... It was quite logical, because he was the best of the best. The high award, the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, and oak leaves, swords and diamonds, was presented to the menacing sounds of the Nazi anthem. In addition, four badges were awarded for four hundred, five hundred aircraft, and for four hundred, five hundred tanks. These badges were also gold, and five hundred even with tiny diamonds.
  Hitler shook Friedrich's hand for a long time and said something enthusiastically ... The boy devoured the famous cross with his eyes. Diamonds adorned platinum oak leaves and sword hilts. A figure flashed in my memory that even ordinary knightly crosses with diamonds, only twenty-seven such orders were awarded during the entire war. Well, at this point it"s even less ... A higher degree of award, the Knight"s Cross, where silver leaves are replaced by gold ones, has not yet been established.
  However, the awards did not stop there. Hitler announced that Friedrich was awarded the rank of Major Field Marshal of the Air Force and the SS Guards, with the award of personalized weapons and a bonus of one million five hundred thousand marks (the cost of fifteen newest Panthers).
  The nominal weapon was the same as the saber donated to Helga, made of Damascus steel, with a hilt beautifully decorated with diamonds and emeralds.
  Friedrich could not resist the temptation and several times waved a weapon worthy of the Sultan. The handle was comfortable, and the saber was perfectly balanced, and seemed light for a strong boyish hand.
  Then the American General Mankurt spoke, who went down in history as the author of the popular expression: let my country be wrong, but this is my country!
  In addition, this commander became famous for his monstrous cruelty, including to prisoners of war.
  Mankurt said harshly:
  - Russian barbarians have seized a lot of land, creating one huge barrack in which an eternal mess reigns. How long will their terrorist regime torment a sixth of humanity? The peoples of Russia are waiting for liberation and the arrival on their land of the army of free Europe and the United States. And therefore, America will make every effort to defeat the USSR. The flow of our equipment and volunteers from all over the world will intensify and increase! (stormy applause). All countries of the world united against the Bolshevik contagion. The Lord God and the heavenly army are with us. Forward for victory!
  An Englishman followed him and after that, the Fuhrer interrupted the official part of the ceremony, announcing the beginning of the ball. Immediately, a lot of girls and women appeared ready to make a couple of famous heroes.
  Friedrich wanted to choose Helga as a partner, but she unexpectedly refused - saying that the custom does not order dancing with partners, or partners in military weapons. Well, what did the boy choose another lady, especially since all the women here are beautiful - apparently they were specially selected. Friedrich smiled and danced lightly, but the boy's thoughts were about something else.
  So he received a high order and is now a major field marshal ... His career is on the rise, and in terms of the number of downed aircraft and wrecked tanks, he has no equal in the world! Everything seems to be fine, but for some reason cats are scratching their hearts ... But if we take well-known figures, for example, Robert Artrois, the prince of the blood from the royal branch of the Capetians. After all, he fought against his homeland of France and did not suffer a bit, although the blood of his compatriots was on his hands.
  And hundreds of thousands of Russians are fighting on the side of the Nazis. Even Grand Duke Kirill Romanov officially announced his support for the eastern campaign and the liberation of the homeland from the Bolsheviks. The Romanovs are for the Nazis and the countries of the West behind them.
  Well, if the illustrious princes, and the Third Reich are against Stalin, then why should Frederick suffer. Moreover, it is possible that his ancestors do not live in the USSR at all. Well, let's think logically... After all, the course of history has already changed in the most serious way. Now the world will never be different, so the Moscow battle was lost by the Soviets ... And what does this mean? And the fact that, firstly, in a world that has changed significantly, the likelihood that his parents (by the way, born in different cities) will meet and start a family drops sharply. But also dad and mom were not born in 1947 ... This means that the probability of meeting two grandfathers and two grandmothers will be even less!
  Plus, every child in terms of a set of genes is unique and purely individual. And that means that if the moment of conception changes even for an hour, or even ten minutes, then it will no longer be him ... Not Friedrich with a unique personality and set of genes, but a completely different, perhaps not even outwardly similar boy.
  That is, the intervention of a hitman in the past, according to the logic of things, should lead to the disappearance of the violator of the inviolable laws of time ... That is, Friedrich, having become Hitler's favorite, should simply disappear! And he, and his brother, and maybe parents and others.
  But since the young ace is alive, and strong, healthy like no other on this unfortunate planet, then maybe this past is not his world at all! Maybe this is not even his universe, some kind of parallel universe, and even with a time lag. That is, he does not kill Friedrich his ancestors, not his native compatriots, but alien individuals who have only a general resemblance to the abstract past of the terminator boy.
  This means that he, in fact, is not a traitor - just a person, like hitmen from various science fiction series, who in the past uses the knowledge of the present, and even endowed with providence with incredible power. Well, if he is destined to have superpowers, then it"s simply a sin not to use them! Well, since fate, the right hand of heaven itself, sent him first to the Hitler Youth, then to the Third Reich, then you need to make every effort to make a career. It's good to be a major field marshal at fourteen, a boy's years, but at twenty a full-fledged general, or even a field marshal, is better. And who knows, maybe the Third Reich and America will finally digest, and then his son will become the first World dictator!
  Then suddenly appeared the one whom the young man least of all expected to see: Eugene Porsche ... Tall, beautiful, strong, even a little rustic and surprisingly not aristocratic for the daughter of one of the largest magnates of the Third Reich.
  True, unlike the previous meeting, the girl put on very expensive ones, with diamonds, but at the same time they were transparent and did not hide the charms of graceful, although not small legs.
  Because of the high heels, the already tall girl seemed almost a giantess. Friedrich himself was an ordinary and even smaller teenager for his age, was shorter than her, about twenty-three, twenty-five centimeters, and taking into account heels and more ...
  Friedrich was even embarrassed, what if he never grows more than this six-pound girl (who succeeded in her father Porsche, after all, not a giant, although it is not known what kind of mother she was, and who climbed under her skirt!), will be over him to always rise. Yes, it"s better that she, like the last time, went barefoot ...
  Evgenia, however, looked at the young ace with admiration, and stretching out her hands kissed him on the lips:
  - You are my knight! Light is not earthly!
  Friedrich was confused:
  - Yes I....
  Eugene interrupted:
  - No need for words! You deserve the praise. And not only as a pilot .... - The tycoon's daughter shook her hair. - Just think, you have a fantastic gift of an engineer and designer. Suggest ideas like this... Genius! Above Leonardo Davinci.
  Friedrich chimed in:
  - Well, yes! I agree, this artist has not won a single war. Although his masterpieces conquered the whole world!
  They started dancing. Evgenia was just as beautiful, a figure skater, but for Volka she looked too big ... And the perfume smelled intoxicating ... The boy, looking at the neckline of her luxurious chest, felt quite natural desire for a physically strong and developed teenager. Moreover, Helga defiantly pretended not to notice anything. However, the younger generation of Germans was taught that it is indecent for a woman to feel and even more so to demonstrate jealousy, and a man, if he is a war hero, is even obliged to cheat. What to improve the breed! As Hitler said: it is not a sin for a married woman to give birth to a child from another man, there is one who has better physical data than her husband. Evgenia, however, quite seriously asked the boy:
  - And where did you study that you know the principles of control of tanks and self-propelled guns so well, inventing such know-hows?
  Friedrich could not and did not want to tell the truth, and to an unfamiliar girl, even if her father was a magnate, one of the top ten richest people in the Third Reich and a favorite of Hitler and Goering. He answered evasively:
  - Hobbies from childhood play a role here ... Various scientific literature, the desire to invent! It is not necessary to sit at a desk to create something sensible ...
  Evgenia nodded.
  - Yes, I am also fond of sports, and at the same time I gnaw, or even chew the granite of science ... Nevertheless, does Mrs. Piston look like an office rat?
  Friedrich, baring wolf teeth, confirmed:
  - Yes, on a rat, and not only a cabinet, you do not look like at all! Most likely, even you can be compared ...
  Evgeniya warned:
  - Just don't compare with a cow! That's a pretty nasty hint!
  Friedrich philosophically remarked:
  - Whoever bullies not on business, gets the rank of a goat! So ... We have a stupid bazaar.
  - Bazaar is slang? Evgenia guessed. - In general, German speech seems to be correct, but somehow ... Too correct, exactly placed stresses, clear words, tension of speech ... And there is no accent, but you feel something not quite native in this correctness ...
  Friedrich showed no sign of being worried:
  - Nu and that with this? Maybe you suspect that it was a Soviet spy, and that the Russians donated twenty thousand, along with the American ones and half a thousand of their countless aircraft, to infiltrate me at the top of the Third Reich?
  Evgenia shook her head.
  - No, I do not think so! It was too much, even for the Russians. Although there is a well-known saying: Russia cannot be understood with the mind. But here it seems to me something else, maybe you, how to say ... A product of genetic engineering of the SS. Some kind of future man? I've read scientific works on genetics and I know that human nature can be changed, improved or worsened by artificial intervention. And your superhuman qualities of a warrior... It"s true...
  Instead of answering, Friedrich bowed his head to his tall girlfriend and kissed her passionately on her full lips. Then he said:
  - Don't give yourself a pretty head. If you are afraid that you will get defective children from me, then believe it is not so! In general, we can change the topic of conversation.
  Evgenia agreed:
  - It's better to change! Talk about tanks... In particular, the main operational headquarters headed by Guderian issued a competition task: two types of tanks... Like a medium "Imperial Panther" with an 88-millimeter cannon El 100 or shorter but armor-piercing, and frontal inclined armor of at least 250 millimeters and heavy "Royal Tiger" with a 105 mm El100 caliber gun, with a frontal armor of at least 300 ... Moreover, the weight of the first tank is not more than fifty tons, and the second is 65.
  Friedrich snorted contemptuously, like a lion in front of a gopher:
  - Isn't something like this real? Especially considering that you have become much easier with scarce materials, and Allied bombers do not devastate the lands of the Third Reich!
  Eugenia answered with a sigh:
  - In principle, it is possible, but we did not have time, or rather we do not have time to make a prototype in metal in the right time. You somehow gave us your brilliant know-how too late. And Hitler wants the latest tanks to begin entering service with the armies of the Third Reich this year.
  The young ace was surprised:
  - Why does it take so much time to make a prototype?
  The girl nodded.
  - Not a little, especially if the model is fundamentally new ... It's like a folk thing: if you drive, you will fall into a ravine!
  Friedrich thought: of course there are problems here ... For example, Soviet designers suffered for so many years with the creation of the IS-10 tank, or spent two whole years fiddling with the T-54. Moreover, this tank was designed after the war, and having experience in the battles of the Second World War. In addition, it was not a fundamentally new model, but only a further evolution of the T-34. Here, for example, the T-44 was not entirely successful and was practically not used in hostilities ... So you should not expect any special miracles.
  The Tiger tank, given the Germans' lack of experience in creating machines of this type (unless, of course, you count the chassis, for example, there was already a 150-ton Colossal created during the First World War).
  Friedrich remarked:
  - It is necessary to design on the basis of the already created "Panther" -5, or AG. Its undercarriage allows you to carry a gun not only of 88 mm caliber, but even 128, or 150 howitzers ...
  Evgenia giggled.
  But that's exactly what we do! However, Porsche already has its own "Royal Tiger", though with 88-millimeter caliber guns. But maybe, as an intermediate model, this one will do. The initial task of booking 250 millimeters was completed in it, although the weight is quite large - 63 tons. On the other hand, the tower with a very large angle of rational inclination of the armor, elegant and streamlined... It may be possible to win an intermediate competition, but problems will arise in the future. But according to your know-how, it is possible to create a tank that is impenetrable from all sides, destroying any defense. Indeed, for a breakthrough machine, it is very important to have just good side protection, which, unfortunately, the Panther could not boast of for a very long time.
  Friedrich remarked:
  - Maybe, we will not touch the topic of tanks for now ... Or rather, we will finish discussing it. We are old professors or young guys and girls.
  Evgenia agreed:
  - You're right, as always, let's talk about something more secular. For example, about the British royal house.
  Friedrich grimaced.
  - Well, the theme! Yes, the time will come from the Winsors there will be nothing left. Or do you think, having captured Moscow, our tanks will not be able to pulverize the already captured London?
  Evgenia flashed her teeth:
  - Well, of course they can!
  After the ball, a noble dinner followed with sumptuous dishes themselves, but without strong alcoholic drinks. Nothing stronger than six degrees. Well, then Friedrich and Evgenia, as befits a guy and a girl, retired to a separate room.
  Although it is generally accepted that tall blondes do not differ in temperament, Evgenia proved the opposite extremely convincingly for several hours. Well, Frederick, of course, also did not lose face. So they fell asleep, hugging tightly.
  The boy dreamed that he was a Japanese ninja who received an order from the Russian Tsar Nicholas II to kill the mikado, that is, the emperor.
  Friedrich dreamed of climbing the rough walls, clinging to the slightest crack or crevice with his fingers and toes. The boy entered the palace, where a fierce fight began ...
  The young ninja, as usual, chopped, stabbed, blew the heads off the enemies ... The dream was too chaotic, too much blood, cutting, and little meaning. Plus, bare-legged sword-wielding girls jumping all over the place... In short...
  We managed to sleep for three or four hours no more ... Friedrich was awakened by a messenger girl saying:
  - The battle is in full swing! There are no irreplaceable people, except for people like you, Friedrich Bismarck.
  The boy jumped up and without even saying goodbye, hurried to the nearest runway.
  And as it turned out, it was not in vain that he was called ... General of the Army Rokossovsky received an order from Stalin, without waiting for the full concentration of forces, to strike a strike against Rommel's army group. In this case, the calculation was based on the fact that the Germans had not yet had time to deploy their troops for an attack on Voronezh. So there was a chance to perform a low kick along the stretched flank, exhausted by previous battles of the German troops.
  Friedrich was forced to sit on the Focken-Wulf, and not an assault modification, but an ordinary model, with four twenty-millimeter cannons and two machine guns. So, due to excessive haste, the boy found himself without the weapon that had proven itself so effectively to fight tanks. True, he still had ten bombs in the fuselage ...
  The sky was also hot, there were Soviet attack aircraft, and Yaki-9 fighters. However, the latest vehicles, due to poor protection and survivability, were also vulnerable at long range, for 20-mm caliber guns. Friedrich first gave the fighters the horns, which, of course, were ahead of the slower Ilys. Four aircraft guns, that's power... The first two dozen yaks fell apart, even without any cunning approaches to the tail.
  Friedrich did not spin, did not maneuver, he simply slightly shifted the air guns and vibrated the body of his massive machine.
  Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven ... Without a miss, for the impudent Yaks, who, while suffering losses, nevertheless do not turn off, but even try to pick up speed ... Friedrich was even somewhat surprised why, in Soviet military literature, this glorious Fokken machine was so belittled -Wulf. Yes, she performs a full turn in 22 seconds against 19, for the Yaks (and in the lightweight modification, the Yak is even able to do this for 17 seconds!). But Friedrich does not need to maneuver, he simply slows down and flies towards them. In one second, you can actually bring down seven to eight cars.
  Time for Friedrich in a state of combat trance flowed terribly slowly, and he has time to think and defuse his ammunition. In principle, it is generally accepted that even the most skillful ace, including even such phenomena as Rudel, is not able to seriously influence the course of the war. Here in real history, the six best German aces destroyed an entire air army, but the Nazis hopelessly lost the battle for dominance in the atmosphere.
  But in this case, throwing so many yaks in one place against a man is fraught with ... Sixty-one fighters were shot down in less than one minute. Just like that, the wings fall off, or the armored glass of the cabins breaks. The latter is even worse, since in this case the pilot cannot be saved. And there are already few experienced aces left in the Red Army.
  Among the downed vehicles, four belonged to the guards, who shot down more than five planes ... Only again this did not help, because Volka knew where to hit and how ... Like a hunter knocking down a flock of geese from a machine gun. That's it, a flock, in one burst, intuitively, instinctively determining and directing the movements of the barrel, to the desired target, when not a single bullet flies past. Geese, and in this case, Soviet planes are shot down, and where the cockpits are broken, and by stitched pilots, they fly straight for some more time. But some wings are losing ...
  Friedrich remembered here films about well-aimed American cowboys, and the famous film starring DiCaprio - "Fast but Dead!". But in those days, US cowboys did not know automatic machine guns and rapid-fire air guns. Otherwise, they would have realized what a monstrous weapon in terms of the power of destruction.
  The yaks in the near view ended and Friedrich switched to Ila. Here it is best to attack them from above, or from the rear hemisphere. And it would be optimal, too, without reducing the distance.
  Another way is to shoot off the more fragile wings, you can't hang armor on them.
  IL-2 is nicknamed humpbacked. After the second place was installed in it, it became more difficult for a beginner to shoot down a similar car for a beginner, but for the shooter, who protected the rear hemisphere, but ... Of course, the aerodynamics of this aircraft worsened. So, it will be even easier with them ...
  It would have been more logical for Ilam to scatter in different directions, but here's the system ... In short, it began by beating the legendary attack aircraft. However, the nimble "Salamanders" -3 have already arrived in time. They also took up the silt ...
  Friedrich even thought that they could get ahead of him, having met the yaks while still approaching ... Although, who knows ... The Luftwaffe pilots are not brave Russian soldiers, and usually they don"t enter battle outnumbered, but maybe except when there is too serious a threat to the ground forces .
  Friedrich, however, also does not experience problems ... Bay from the cannons into the rear armored hemisphere, or upholster the wings - the result is the same. And how these cars then roll down, they even leave a mark in the air ... Like stripes on the back of a beaten slave.
  Friedrich shot down thirty-seven silts and grabbed two more Pawns. Weaving again, although the previous record of one hundred and one has not been broken. It's just that the enemy has planes left. Now just drop the bombs and come back.
  Soviet tanks were now on the attack, without the support of aviation, and even more so of artillery. Attack aircraft and bombers fell upon them. Fortunately for the Soviet tankers, they could use the driving characteristics of the vehicles. But the number of aircraft of all kinds kept growing.
  Friedrich dropped all his bombs and turned towards the airfield. However, he managed to see the Focken-Wulf-4 Rudel, the famous tank destroyer.
  The young ace returned to his "native" airfield, where the Pegasus-terminator Me-362 was waiting for him.
  Friedrich, having landed the Focken-Wulf, shouted to the neighboring pilot:
  - The one who has the audacity to claim that the F -490 is a bad fighter is a lie. There are no bad planes, only bad pilots.
  The next sortie was reduced exclusively to the fight against tanks. For the time being, the Germans did not have time to bring a powerful fist to meet the armor, and they piled on the planes.
  The valiant Soviet tank crews had already crossed the ragged front line, and attacked the infantry unit, consisting of Arab volunteers.
  The Muslims, contrary to expectations, fought bravely and did not think of running away, but at the same time they acted extremely ineptly. In particular, the American bazooka was used somehow not in a human way, and even more so grenades.
  But the attack of the Soviet units fizzled out. Fascist stormtroopers in particular used numerous small bombs, with shaped charges, an idea copied from Soviet designers, but with more skillful implementation. But the Soviet tankers did not receive an order to hang a net from above.
  And Friedrich just planted air cannons on the roofs. This is the simplest tactic. Punch through the tower hatch and your victory. And how many cars can be dumped like this if you hit from a horizontal plane ...
  And the speed of the tank does not save if the fighter hits intuitively, without aiming, on a whim ...
  It's like a simulator with tanks, only you have god mode, and every shot is accurate, and you shoot often, often ...
  Here the number of wrecked tanks exceeded fifty, so that Rudel is resting ... But now I had to digress. Appeared from the side "Ears". Six pieces shot down, and let the rest destroy the Salamanders. In general, these corn workers are allowed into battle during the day, pure suicide.
  Tanks are more important...
  Return ... Flight on the Focken-Wulf-4, and next to him is Helga.
  The girl asked him:
  - Well, what did you like Evgeniya?
  Friedrich snorted contemptuously into the radio:
  - What are you jealous of?
  The girl giggled.
  - Of course not! We are free, and not married. Just wondering who is better in bed, me or her!
  Frederick answered with vehemence:
  - Of course you are! You are not so big, and much more nimble!
  Helga laughed merrily.
  - I didn't expect anything else from you! But of course, the best of all ... Fu she is a design rat, and one of the very few women awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross!
  Friedrich remarked:
  - I think oak leaves, you are just around the corner!
  The battle showed that the boy was, perhaps, right. Helga confidently thrashed the tanks. Apparently she wanted to prove that a warrior can be more abruptly than a warrior. Although, of course, she cannot be compared with Friedrich.
  Soon large tank columns of German and American vehicles appeared. Especially nimble and playful American tank destroyers "Witches" -3. This was serious, especially since the Soviet vehicles had already been largely destroyed by air strikes. The Panther-5 also turned out to be problematic ... Its long-barreled rapid-fire cannon and impenetrable frontal armor ... It seems that the shutter speed began to fail, the crews of Soviet tanks. Some, not listening to the commanders, turned back, trying to escape from this technotronic hell.
  And again return and departure, attack on tanks ...
  It was already noon, it was getting dark... The counterattack of the Red Army had run out of steam. He and Helga were redirected to the direction of support, the group of German armies moving towards Ryazan. At the same time, Vatutin"s soldiers in the cauldron were also tried to tighten ...
  To the east, the Germans are still advancing slowly. Here they are hindered by the stamina of the Soviet troops, and the defensive lines of the Steppe Front, even if not as dense as on the outskirts of Moscow.
  However, the Nazi troops got more room for maneuver, and Goth tried to bypass the main defense nodes with such columns. In some places, the advance of the German units accelerated ...
  Friedrich asked Helga:
  Are you tired of the girl of my dreams?
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - A joyful mood drives away fatigue, better than whipping cows! Although fatigue instead of milk comes with bloody pus!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - There is no longer trample on the truth!
  At night, the young one continued to fly, despite the fact that clouds had come into the sky and rain had poured down. According to the German military doctrine, aviation was also used to suppress defenses at the forefront ... And unlike the forty-first year, the Luftwaffe had plenty of aircraft thanks to the help of Pindostan.
  Friedrich was now attacking bunkers, and even smaller targets ... At night, the battle did not subside, and the Soviet troops launched counterattacks. Let them be small, and rather chaotic, but no less valiant for this ...
  At night, except for the U-2 squadron, no air targets were encountered. And they bombed the bunkers ... Slightly.
  By the morning of October 15, 1947, a battle broke out for the town and, at the same time, the railway junction: Elektrostal. It was very hot there and, most importantly, Friedrich was joined by his inseparable friend Helga.
  - Well, what a great knight, we press on the enemies?
  Friedrich replied cheerfully:
  - The bums are pushing at the beer stall, and we are winning. And how do we win...
  The town of Elektrostal itself was decently fortified. In addition to the army units, two fresh divisions of the NKVD also participated in its defense. Although they, in general, were not such an elite military guard as the SS, they were armed with both artillery and light tanks.
  The Nazis, in turn, tried to create their own cauldron ... Bypass the citadel, cover it with ticks ...
  Here, of course, air support plays a significant role, especially if the neck is stretched.
  Helga, as is typical of a girl, assured:
  - Victory will be ours! Get your sleigh ready for summer!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - And not only in summer! We will use heavy tanks and air shells.
  The boy thought that they were back in Mainstein's army, but the most popular Rommel is more famous in the West. Since during the battle the young man acted more in a trance, led by an infernal spirit, then why shouldn't he remember the glorious deeds of this commander. It is all the more pleasant to remember the beaten British than the defeated Russians!
  Rommel, having reached the Marret Line, realized that he was in a Napoleonic "central position" between two enemy armies and could now, inflicting a decisive blow, defeat one of them and only then turn around and face the second.
  Friedrich chuckled to himself: Napoleon, although Leo Tolstoy doubted it, was undoubtedly a great commander and ruler. Especially if you look at achievements. Only he didn't keep them. Hitler for that matter, even worse.... But in principle, you can compare the Fuhrer with Napoleon!
  The talented commander Rommel also understood something else: the Americans and the French moved far east into central Tunisia and held the Eastern Dorsal Gorges at Fonduk, Faid and Gafs, covering the Western Dorsal Gorges 60-70 miles to the west.
  It seemed that if the Italo-German troops had captured Faid and Gafsa and then moved west past Feriana and Kasserine, they could have gone straight to the huge American supply base and their headquarters at Tebesse. In Tebesse, the Italo-German troops found themselves far to the west of the allied line in Tunisia and practically on their very communications. If Rommel then turned his tanks and sent them north to the sea, a hundred miles from this place, the Germans could cut off the entire Allied army in Tunisia or force them to withdraw to Algiers.
  Friedrich"s thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of two Laggs escaping from behind the clouds... These are in consumption... And then well-aimed shots at the guns... Only he can shoot like that... Four more Yaks... and there they are, yes.... And now, at the Katyusha, fire ... So that the fragments fly in all directions ... Another jet launcher ... So Helga is trying from the side. Shouts to him:
  - Hero, let's push harder!
  . CHAPTER 20
  The mission of Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova in the parallel world has not yet ended.
  The Germans were advancing in the direction of the city of Gorky. They took him into a complete encirclement. A boy and a girl were defending this big city.
  Completely surrounded and suffocated Moscow. The Nazis have already broken through to the Kremlin in places. The situation of the capital of the USSR was practically hopeless. The shells of the Moscow garrison were coming to an end. And with the fall of the capital, it would have been another war.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought for the city on the Volga.
  The boy and the girl, as always, are in a fighting mood.
  They fire and sing:
  Pioneers don't give up
  They are not afraid of torture...
  Like eagles they fight
  Sending the Fritz to Hell!
  
  Many of them are heroes
  Lots of crazy kids...
  If you need to go in formation -
  Loading the machine!
  And now a boy who looks about twelve years old, but in fact a hardened veteran, who is already many years old, Oleg Rybachenko gave a turn, having mowed down the Nazis.
  And then how he throws a grenade at the enemy with his bare foot.
  And scatter the Fritz in all directions.
  Then the boy will sing:
  - I am a Russian warrior on the knees of the savages,
  Enemies of Russia, I will sweep off the face of the earth!
  Margarita, this girl-hero, also throws a killer present of death with her bare foot. He will knock out a mass of Nazis, and chirp:
  - For great Rus'!
  And again how to laugh.
  Boy and girl fight heroically. Although the war is almost lost. The Germans have already overlaid Orenburg and squeezed the Red Army everywhere they could.
  More precisely, Orenburg has long been taken. Only one castle still stands there. The Nazis have already surrounded Ufa.
  Moreover, their troops from the south are already approaching Kazan. The situation is more than critical.
  And the situation is aggravated by the fact that samurai are coming from the east and in Central Asia they have already joined with the Germans.
  But the brave children of the fallen fight. They believe in their victory. Or at least they are ready to die with their heads held high. However, how is it death? They are immortal!
  And have been kids for years. And somewhere there are other worlds and missions.
  Oleg gives another shot. Then he throws a grenade with his bare toes and sings:
  - Stalin will be with us forever!
  Margarita squinted the Fritz and squeaked:
  - God forbid! This cannibal to us!
  And the girl in anger threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  Oleg Rybachenko quite logically remarked:
  - We are all cannibals to some extent!
  And the boy threw the present of death with his bare toes.
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - To some extent, yes!
  And she also launched a killer with her bare foot, from which two German cars collided together.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired and thought that the situation in the USSR, perhaps, was already hopeless and there was not much point in waging war. That's why they kill people for nothing.
  The boy threw two grenades with his bare foot. Hit the caterpillar, the German tanks of the "E" series, collided together.
  The Terminator Child sang:
  - When the time comes
  We will fight bravely!
  The rise of the fighters in the morning -
  And fight well!
  The boy, in fact, was ready to smash any army in a couple of minutes.
  Margarita also threw down her bare foot present of death and squeaked:
  - For Great Rus'!
  Children are such brave warriors that no one will trample on them. They are such great fighters.
  The boy and the girl, as always, are wildly excited. And with them courage, honor and courage. They fight against the Nazis like titans. And it is clear that the enemy will not pass, where they stand like a rock. Maybe even something stronger than a rock and a monolith.
  Margarita, firing, said:
  -Let's be world champions
  We are giants of high school!
  And the girl again launches a gift of death with her bare, chiselled foot. And crushed the enemy.
  This girl is so cool, you can"t use anything against her.
  Since there is no reception against scrap. Although, this is not scrap, but something even more lethal and cool.
  Oleg Rybachenko, firing, croaked:
  - I'm not a boy, I'm a super boy and I will be above everyone in the world!
  And again, how he throws a destructive clot of explosives with his bare foot. And again two German tanks collide together.
  The young warrior is set up in a very combative way. But he feels that here you can"t break the butt with a whip. Although there are no hopeless situations, as well as invincible opponents, too.
  The boy remembered how he came up with ditties for the presidential elections in Belarus:
  The sixth time listening to nonsense is not interesting,
  And I don"t understand how much "dad" I believe!
  Paradise promised to build Lukashenka -
  But together with the light, we go into the darkness!
  Yes, it was a challenge to the system and the cult of personality. Indeed, why should a European country tolerate a dictator, as if in the Middle Ages?
  Yes, and Stalin is also a dictator, and in this universe he is gradually lowering the war to defeat ...
  Children-heroes fought for another three days. Meanwhile, the Nazis surrounded Kazan and took Ufa.
  The fighting was already taking place in the Kremlin itself. Four witch girls fought with the Nazis using swords and thin discs for throwing, with bare feet.
  The Kremlin was badly damaged by the shelling of "Sturmlions", "Sturmtigers", bombardments and huge cannons.
  Stalin himself, of course, is still in Sverdlovsk. And the position of the USSR looks almost hopeless. But for the time being, the Red Banner is still hoisting over the capital of Russia, which means that not everything is lost!
  People believe that the turning point is about to come!
  Natasha cuts the Arab in half. He throws a disk with his bare foot and squeaks:
  - Glory to the immortal Fatherland! Hitler can't break us!
  Zoya also cut the fascist with two sabers and chirped:
  - No, do not break us!
  After that, her bare foot threw a murderous disk at the Nazis.
  And a couple of black fighters collapsed from the destroyed wall of the Kremlin.
  Aurora fired further. She shot rarely, but accurately. And then she launched her sabers. And stars and sharp thin swastikas flew from her bare toes.
  And here Svetlana will throw a sharp disc with her bare foot, and cut open the Fritz. Then he sings:
  - Kolovrat, Evpatiy Kolovrat is the defender of the Fatherland, Perun is a soldier!
  Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! Heroes of Rus' collects alarm!
  Here all four fight. Almost all of Moscow has already been taken, ammunition supplies have come to an end. And Russian boys and girls are dying. But they don't give up. Although how long has the siege lasted.
  The girls on the Kremlin wall are fighting. Like rich people. And despite December, they are barefoot and in one bikini. But they don't feel the cold. On the contrary, their energy only increases.
  And sharp, very flat disks fly off from bare toes. Which are torn apart by foreign troops of the Wehrmacht.
  Warriors fight like heroes of war. And with minimal clothing. Such beauties are not embarrassed either by the huge tanks of the E and AG series, or by other terrible inventions of the Nazis.
  No girl is something that can defeat any form of fascism. Even if it is as perfect as in this world.
  Natasha slashed with a sword, threw a disk with her bare foot, cutting off the Nazis and sang:
  - How nice it is to live in a Soviet country,
  And how beautiful it is to crush the Wehrmacht!
  Zoya, passing the mill with her sabers, remarked:
  - The Wehrmacht has become painfully strong! Here we are defending the Kremlin!
  And the girl threw with her bare toes an asterisk striking the Fritz.
  Then she sang:
  - This is a wild hunt for enemies!
  And then there's Aurora in battle. Well, the girl is red and cool. In the winter wind, her copper-red hair flutters like a battle banner. No, such a girl will not bend before anyone.
  And from the throw of her bare foot, cutting flesh and blood, the sharpest disk flies.
  It cuts the bodies of opponents. And Aurora screams:
  - I'm a super girl!
  And how does Svetlana look in battle?
  This blonde terminator is simply a fiendish fire, and a tornado of annihilation.
  And a deadly surprise flies from her bare foot too. And a girl at full speed in a fight.
  All four in battle. And she should neither retreat nor give up.
  They are four witches - just super! A real quartet of destruction of everything and everyone!
  Warriors hold the defense sector. But the Kremlin is big and it cannot resist everywhere. The forces are very unequal.
  Natasha remarked with annoyance:
  We kill, we don't win!
  And the girl again threw a deadly charge with her bare foot.
  Zoya logically remarked, chopping the enemy:
  - You can't win everything... Unless in a computer game!
  And the golden-haired girl threw the disc of death again.
  Aurora, cutting the opponents with her sabers, chirped:
  - Victory, I believe, will be ours! In the name of Holy Russia!
  And from the throw of her bare feet, a gift of destruction flies.
  And the cut Nazis fall.
  And then Svetlana in battle. Cuts the fascists with his throws. And it acts extremely, or even infinitely dexterously. Her bare feet are so agile. And show a terrible destruction.
  And then the girl sings:
  - Glory to the Fatherland and new worlds!
  And again, from her bare feet, the surprise of death flies.
  And here Natasha is in battle again. And cuts the Fritz, rushing like a comet. And screams at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the greatest Motherland!
  And her swords take off like a lawn mower.
  And the girl even sings:
  - Be glorified Russia as for centuries,
  Our dream will come true!
  And the girl gave a sharp boomerang with her bare heel. And he twisted, and cut off a dozen black and swarthy heads.
  Of course, the girls did not kill the Germans, but the colonial units that were used against them. But the warriors even from this only cooler.
  They are sparkling and frisky.
  Natasha again cuts down the enemies. And she's barefoot, throwing things like that.
  And roar:
  - Stalin and glory!
  And then Zoya. Also how to release a murderous one. And her bare toes spit out the message of death.
  And the warrior how to roar:
  - For such a Motherland as ours, it's not scary to die!
  And then Aurora will also take it and enter the battle. And also with bare feet will launch a boomerang. And reshape the enemies.
  Then, as he sings:
  - For Soviet Rus'! What will rule over the universe!
  And then in the battle Svetlana. Also a girl who can not be stopped and not slowed down. Here's how she beats. It's just that I can't save from such a warrior!
  And with bare feet she throws deadly parcels. And she kills her enemies without mercy.
  Although then Yarile can pray for them. Or maybe Perun. It is hard for sinners after death, the kingdom of Chernobog awaits them! But it"s even interesting in its own way - wars go on all the time! And so many fights! So maybe it's not worth it to mourn the fate of sinners too bitterly?
  Svetlana even felt a little funny: you won"t envy Christians - they will be deprived of many joys in eternity. Even what they had on planet Earth.
  Ah, poor sinners! And even more unfortunate righteous!
  And the girl again throws the present of death with her chiseled, bare foot. Then he says:
  - The world will be ours! Glory to Russia!
  Natasha drew a triple butterfly with her swords and chirped:
  - May there be eternal glory of great Russia!
  And her bare feet seem to throw out the murderous and unique. After that, the girl's bare heel hit the forehead of a black man, and knocked him off the wall, and five more Arabs.
  Next in the fight is Zoya. There's nothing to stop her. She fights with the Nazi hordes. And spends a triple mill. The fighters cut by her fall.
  Then the girl says:
  - Eternal Rus', will be with Svarog!
  And winks at his partners.
  Next in the battle is Aurora. She swept like a panther. She cut everyone. And with bare feet she launched a gift of death. She cut down a lot of fascists and sang:
  - For the highest form of the Fatherland!
  And then in the battle and Svetlana. How she cuts enemies. And it works very well.
  After that, a gift of death flies from her bare foot. And he cuts off the Nazis thoroughly, like a barber's razor hair.
  And the girl screams:
  - My age and my truth! Glory to Great Russia!
  Yes, this four fights truly heroically. But four barefoot and almost naked beauties cannot win the Second World War. And so Moscow fell.
  The girls broke through from the captured capital, using both their swords and the cloak of invisibility.
  In general, they are capable of a lot. Girls of the highest initiative, that they cannot be found taller and more beautiful.
  And Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova left the captured city of Gorky.
  The Nazis, alas, succeeded almost everywhere.
  The boy and girl left, and threw needles on the go with their bare feet, exterminating the Fritz.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - No, the vigilant will not fade,
  The gaze of a falcon, eagle ...
  The voice of the people is sonorous -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up -
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine
  The way, illuminating communism!
  Margarita threw a few needles with the fingers of her bare feet and confirmed:
  - No, it won't fade!
  And she fired a burst from a machine gun, scything down two dozen fascists.
  Such are the children. Tough, unshakable. Although really, this is not that kind of war. And they have to run away.
  Moscow fell, the city of Gorky fell. The Nazis are storming Kazan. This is the last Soviet city on the Volga. The resistance is heroic, but more and more, and more of a sense of hopelessness.
  The Nazis got more advanced pyramidal tanks from the AG series, which no Soviet weapon can penetrate. And this, I must say, is very bad.
  Only when the bare feet of the boy and the girls throw grenades at the caterpillars do the German monsters collide. But what can just one couple do when almost the whole world has come out against the USSR!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare foot, pushed the AG-50 and AG-75 with their foreheads, after which he said:
  - If the fortress is on the way,
  The enemy built...
  It is necessary to bypass from the rear -
  Take her without a shot!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Cheating war is a big deal! Especially if the forces are unequal!
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - I played the Entente strategy. With equal weapons, he destroyed one hundred and fourteen million enemy soldiers, and he himself lost only zero. So, due to tactics, you can actually fight against the whole world!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Quite possible! And fight and win!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw the needles with his bare fingers. He killed three dozen fascists and said:
  - We will win in the name of Holy Russia!
  The boy and the girl continued their run ... Alas, the forces are really too unequal.
  Kazan was destroyed by all kinds of weapons. Stalin ordered her to be held to the last drop of blood. But in reality, the fighting spirit of the Red Army after the fall of Moscow was too broken. Everyone wanted to die less and less. Yes, and the Nazis are too superior in numbers and weapons.
  And their jet aircraft are bombing all the cities and villages that the Nazis have not yet managed to occupy.
  Before Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova reached Kazan, this city fell.
  Ufa was also taken. So, despite the harsh winter, the Nazis were moving towards Sverdlovsk.
  Stalin's headquarters was located there. And from the east climbed the samurai. The Japanese are strong too.
  Their warriors are especially dangerous - ninja girls. Despite the Siberian winter, they rush through the snow barefoot, and they themselves are in the same swimsuits. It's scary to even imagine such warriors. Although they are very beautiful.
  Here is one of them with blue hair, another with yellow, a third with red, a fourth with white.
  Such are the most beautiful killers. They work with one sword, and throw thin discs or chakras at the infantry. And ninja explosives are thrown against the tanks - they are only the size of a pea, but the heaviest Soviet tanks fly high up and tear them apart.
  Even the formidable IS-7, ninja girls are not a hindrance. They are warriors of such a high order that even the guards are powerless against them.
  Here is a ninja girl with blue hair, threw a pea and three Soviet tanks at once with her bare toes, flew high up, and exploded into parts.
  And then there is a girl with yellow hair and a bare foot tossing a pea. And again, Soviet cars fly in different directions, and shatter into cakes. Let's just say warriors like this here - even the bravest knight will be shy in front of them.
  But in battle, and a ninja girl with red hair. Just like throwing a killer pea with bare feet. And from her hit, the armor of the huge IS-12 burst.
  This is the terminator girl.
  And then a ninja girl with white hair. The same way he will take it, and with all his might he will thrust his swords into the fighters of the Red Army. Chop them up and sing:
  - I'm not a pathetic insect, ninja, but not a turtle!
  And again in battle, all four killer girls.
  The Red Army is losing the war on all fronts. But still trying to fight.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova wander through the winter snow. They are poor barefoot children. For immortal bodies, frost is not so terrible. To get sick or something to catch a cold, these supermen cannot freeze. But all the same, when you approach the Urals, the frost is unpleasant, and bites the bare heels of children.
  Oleg sadly remarked:
  - You don't know what is worse - cold and hunger, or the realization that your sacred homeland is losing!
  Margarita quite logically remarked:
  - For us, cold and hunger are nothing ... But the fact that we lost to the Nazis is actually bad!
  Oleg agreed with this:
  - It doesn't get any worse! In general, why does the Third Reich generally succeed more in parallel universes than in ours?
  Margarita made a logical assumption:
  - Because the Nazis are very strong and organized. And we have been lucky many times. Especially with Stalingrad!
  Oleg Rybachenko kicked a snowball with his bare foot and remarked:
  - Yes, we were very lucky with Stalingrad! The Fritz themselves foolishly climbed into the trap!
  Marguerite cooed:
  - Trying not to get into trouble,
  In order not to get confused and not get lost ...
  It would be necessary to collect a penny for a penny,
  Or rather be born again!
  Children along the way, attacked a detachment of Nazis. Killed more than a hundred soldiers. One was left in captivity. Margarita forced the young man to kiss their very elastic soles, red from the cold. He did it meekly. And he said that the Germans were already approaching Sverdlovsk and surrounding it.
  Oleg remarked:
  - It's strange that you and I Margot are faster, but something moves like ordinary people or even slower!
  Margaret agreed:
  - Caught in a wave of defeat! Apparently in this universe everything is against the USSR. Even nature and space!
  Oleg then suggested:
  - And if it is trivial for us to kill Hitler?
  Margarita shook her head negatively.
  - The hyper-witch did not give us such an order! So let's do without self-activity. Besides, what does it give?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered confidently:
  - A lot! Moreover, the Fuhrer, this is the Fuhrer in Africa!
  Margaret suggested:
  - Let's fight at the front for now, and then, at Hitler's expense, we'll see! As they say - hurry up slowly!
  Oleg sang:
  - Speed is good, do not break the chisel ... The man is not a woodpecker, and hastily went crazy!
  The boy and girl ran with all their urine. And managed to rush to Sverdlovsk. And they began to defend the city stormed by the Nazis.
  Attack followed one after another.
  The children were barefoot. Margarita is in a tunic, and Oleg Rybachenko is a boy in shorts. But they fought like the most real and unbending heroes.
  Oleg threw a needle with his bare toes, pierced the Fritz in the throat and chirped:
  We won't give up an inch of land!
  Margarita threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - Not a drop, not a span, not a centimeter!
  Boy and girl fought in the cold. And with them were other pioneers. And also many are barefoot despite the wild cold. And if immortal children are not afraid of wild frost, in any case, they can"t hurt, then it"s quite dangerous for ordinary children.
  Here is a barefoot pioneer whose fingers were blue from the cold, had a cold in his teeth, and his jaw was swollen. The boy is in a lot of pain. But despite this, he furiously takes a bunch of grenades, and throws it under the Nazi tank, and he himself falls pierced by a machine-gun burst.
  This is a brave boy...
  Or a girl, whose bare feet blaze like scarlet poppies, pushes a mine under the caterpillars of German mastodons. She herself dies, crying:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  It is very painful to be barefoot in winter, in Siberia, when you are not protected by immortal flesh.
  Even Oleg and Margarita in severe frosts are not so pleased to be half-naked. But they smile and sing, wanting to cheer up the guys:
  - Eh, frost, frost, don't freeze me,
  don't freeze me! My horse! My horse!
  White-maned!
  The boys and girls, shaking their red and blue legs from the bitter cold, sang:
  The snow won't stop us! The frost will not defeat us! We are the pioneers of the Fritz! The fascist will be beaten hard!
  The kids are fighting well! But painfully unequal forces. Stalin fled from the encircled Sverdlovsk to Novosibirsk. However, the Japanese are already approaching this city from the east. They are not even afraid of the frost of Siberia.
  Yes, the war is coming to an end.
  But the pioneers do not give up. And even in difficult times, children sing bravely;
  We are the pioneers of the children of communism -
  A fire, a tent and a ringing bugle!
  Invasion of damned fascism -
  Who awaits a furious rout!
  
  What have we lost in these battles?
  And then in battles with the enemy acquired?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now the warriors of the native land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  Dropped bombs without counting the waterfall!
  We are the Fatherland even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has come!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although they themselves are small in stature!
  But the sword in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush avalanche after avalanche,
  And we divide the rifle into three!
  Let the police meanly aim at the back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What we decided? do the work of the world
  And for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  Calmness is already disgusting.
  There is also violence!
  
  With the girl we run barefoot together -
  Even though it snowed, a snowdrift burns like coal!
  But have no fear, know the children -
  The fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin by a bullet!
  
  Here they put the vile Fritz company,
  And the rest of the cowards are on the run!
  We crush infantry like a scythe in battle -
  We are not a hindrance to young summers!
  
  Victory achievement, will be in May,
  Now the blizzard is prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  In rags, children met the heyday!
  
  Where do these powers come from?
  Endure pain and cold, that need!
  When a friend measured the bottom of the grave,
  When a friend groans - I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland is given to you by God!
  This is the first faith of all,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  And they die with smiles on their lips. Children do not know weakness... Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought for a whole week. But Sverdlovsk fell. Part of the garrison surrendered - feeling a hopeless situation. Only the pioneers refused to capitulate.
  And a handful of brave, barefoot guys went on a desperate breakthrough. They ran through the snowdrifts, literally blue from the terrible cold. And they died under machine guns and cannons.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita also got pretty scratched, but still escaped from Sverdlovsk. Then we moved to Novosibirsk. Frost, winter, long nights.
  The boy and the girl run to themselves, they are sad and very angry.
  Margaret remarked:
  - The hyperwitch could help this world! And then the Nazis win! This is truly universal injustice!
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped higher, twisted in a sevenfold somersault, and remarked quite logically:
  - In general, there is little justice in the world! For example, why do old people suffer? And, almost without exception! And when a person is young, he smokes and drinks, and even makes things worse, and he is healthy! Where is the justice that old people suffer?
  Margarita readily agreed with this:
  - There is no justice in the universe!
  Oleg Rybachenko asked somewhat naively:
  - And where is God looking?
  Margarita, this barefoot girl in a holey tunic, suggested:
  - Probably, we ourselves must become like gods, so that justice reigns in the world! This is the wisdom of the Creator!
  Oleg Rybachenko confidently confirmed:
  - I believe that we will resurrect the dead!
  Terminator Girl confirmed:
  - Yes, I believe in it, of course!
  The children ran to Novosibirsk and took part in the defense of this city.
  They fought in almost the last major city under the control of the Red Army.
  Stalin had already negotiated with Hitler, agreeing to surrender if his personal safety was guaranteed. The Fuhrer was ready for this, especially if the partisans calmed down.
  The Japanese had already stormed Novosibirsk from the east. So there was practically no chance of escape. The USSR was dying.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fired at the Nazis, threw grenades with their bare feet. And they were still hoping for something.
  Next to them were the pioneers. In severe frost in Siberia, all the children were barefoot and in summer pioneer uniforms with ties. They died like heroes.
  Their feet were red like geese's feet, and their toes turned blue.
  But the pioneers did not give up.
  They will succumb to fascism!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare boyish foot. He pushed three German tanks at once with his foreheads and whispered:
  - I believe in victory!
  Margarita also threw a killer present with her bare fingers and chirped:
  - I also believed, and I will believe to the end!
  And they fought for the last, Soviet city with the fury of despair. And yet they were not going to bend.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in order to cheer up the almost deadly frozen pioneer children, sang with great enthusiasm;
  I am a young warrior of Mother Russia,
  Powerful countries, Motherlands of all countries...
  There is no homeland in the universe, know it is more beautiful,
  Under the mountain, Stalin tied a tie!
  Being a pioneer is a joy and a calling,
  After all, it means you are a servant of the country.
  And you can multiply the universe -
  Destroying the machinations of hell-Satan.
  When summer came in forty-one
  The June thunderstorm rumbles for us...
  We do not want the region to become poor,
  For happiness, believe - the Fatherland is created!
  With a girl, we are waiting for the Nazis in ambush,
  We got a machine gun before that.
  And to Hitler's insane annoyance,
  Our detachment successfully beats the Nazis!
  Girlfriends bare feet coarsened,
  The snow is already prickling under the bare sole.
  From the cold and ruin turned blue,
  But the holy fire warms our soul!
  We beat without knowing the measures of adversaries,
  We do not give rest day and night!
  They fly to the echelons in a swarm of grenades,
  And officers with a sniper rifle.
  Nowhere can the fascists find support,
  Our pioneer, valiant detachment...
  Capable, if you need to cut mountains,
  Here are Hitler's tanks burning like candles.
  The people in a fit of fury rallied -
  For justice, courage and honor.
  And there is no reef in the sea of storms -
  Which would make us sit down!
  We entered Berlin, we are joining the Komsomol,
  From stomping barefoot with girls the whole world!
  We inhale victory honey in heavenly May,
  Now it has become eternal, our bright success!
  
  
  
  
  . ALEXANDER III LIVED SIXTY-EIGHT YEARS
  The king strengthened the empire economically as well. There were no riots and no revolution, so the economy was in constant growth. And Russia by the First World War and the population had more due to lower mortality and annexation of the northern regions of China and Korea. And the army was bigger. And the first light tanks in the series appeared, and many aircraft of different brands.
  Alas, Alexander III did not live to triumph in the First World War, but Nicholas II already got it.
  The new king had a solid throne, another wife, a great heir, two hundred and eighty million people, and two and a half million soldiers in peacetime states.
  So you can fight boldly and skillfully! In addition, the Russians also have tanks with light machine guns, but they have just appeared and heavy. It was developed by the son of Mendeleev.
  So do not stop the royal army!
  Nicholas II went to war with the Germans and Austrians... Russian troops captured Galicia, Bukovina, and inflicted a series of defeats on the Austrians. At first they were beaten in East Prussia, but then they took revenge and cut off Koenigsberg. The allies pushed the Germans away from Paris... Russian troops took Krakow, and having a numerical superiority, despite the winter, continued the offensive, approaching Budapest. Germany offered, seeing that it smelled like a defeat for peace on moderate terms.
  The Germans agreed to give Russia Klaipeda, and part of the land in Poland, as well as pay an indemnity. France was given back part of the territory previously captured under Bismarck, and a bit of Denmark.
  Austria-Hungary ceded Galicia, part of Bukovina and Krakow. But the empire did not collapse. Russia regained the lands of the Slavs, everything that was once part of Kievan Rus, and expanded the kingdom of Poland.
  Turkey and Japan did not have time to enter the war, as did Italy. That is, the First World War, in fact, did not exist. So little hassle. Nicholas II strengthened his authority and then ruled peacefully for quite some time.
  Russia, however, conducted a war in Afghanistan - finally dividing it with the British. Then Iran was divided with Britain.
  Russia thus expanded its possessions. But the economic crisis and the Great Depression of 1929 came ... In 1931, Japan, in alliance with Turkey, began a war against tsarist Russia. But in reality it was suicide. The tsarist fleet in the Pacific under the command of Kolchak defeated the Japanese. And the land army was generally many times stronger.
  The same can be said about the Turks. They climbed clearly not against that enemy.
  Tsarist Russia was able to land troops and capture Japan. And then Russian troops finally occupied Turkey. Thus ended the era of the Ottoman Empire.
  And Tsar Nicholas II increased his glory and the power of Russia. This glorious emperor ruled until 1936 and also died at sixty-eight.
  He was succeeded by Alexei II. In general, a completely healthy man of thirty-two years old. His mother was different, so Alexander the Third did not allow a fatal marriage.
  Alexei II completed the conquest of Saudi Arabia by dividing it with Britain.
  Wilhelm II ruled on the throne in Germany until 1941. This monarch has been in power for fifty-one years! Pretty long!
  But here on the throne is his son Ferdinand. Doesn't smell like Hitler. Other story.
  As long as there is peace. All colonies were divided. Mussolini conquered Ethiopia.
  There is nothing more to share ... Britain, however, is going through hard times. And is in an economic crisis.
  And so Ferdinand proposed to Alexei II to divide the colonial possessions of France and Britain. Like, in fact, how much you can look at these lands.
  Thus Mussolini, Ferdinand and Alexei II forged their pact.
  But of course, even by this time Russia had already managed to conquer almost all of China and become stronger than everyone many times over in the economy, in the military sphere, and in population.
  Tsar Alexei approved, in general, such a proposal and decided that together they would begin.
  Ferdinand was no longer young. And he was careful.
  However, on May 15, 1945, the war began. The Germans moved again
  Against Belgium...
  And the tsarist army went through the British colonies and rushed through Egypt.
  Russia had ten million soldiers and five hundred divisions, and confidently
  Won. It seemed that no one could stop her.
  In two months, the tsarist army captured India, southern Iran, the possessions of the British in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Sudan, most of Indochina.
  But the Germans were only able to occupy Belgium, and on the outskirts of Paris they were stopped. The Netherlands also entered the war.
  Tsarist Russia for another two months seized the possessions of Britain in Asia, and finished off Indonesia. Then she landed in Australia, moved through Africa.
  The Germans tried to take Paris, but their assault was repulsed. However, the war was lost. Italy also grabbed the African possessions of Britain and France.
  Only in the fifth month did the tsarist troops begin to arrive in Europe. So far, the battles were in full swing in Africa and Australia, but already finishing off. Austria-Hungary, greatly weakened by the loss of land, also entered the war on the side of the coalition.
  The Germans were able to capture Holland. And they improved their position.
  For another two months, tsarist Russia completed the capture of Australia and Africa. And only at the end of November, just in the cold, a new offensive of the German-Russian troops began, bypassing Paris.
  In this case, the forces were already too unequal. The French-English troops were defeated. And Paris is surrounded.
  And in the new year, the garrison capitulated ... Then the tsarist and German troops captured all of France in three weeks. Then the bombing of Britain began ... And all the colonies were captured by the coalition.
  Britain in May 1946 already, being bled and knocked out by bombs
  Capitulated.
  Thus ended another great war. Russia took almost all the colonies. Germany received relatively little, Italy grabbed something, Austria-Hungary got a symbolic piece.
  Despite the fact that the Germans expected large colonies, and only Morocco received much less in its entirety, Germany included in its composition: Belgium, Holland, and France to Port de Calais.
  In addition, tsarist Russia returned the German to Namibia and what they previously owned.
  In short, we somehow figured out and reconciled ...
  Peace has come ... In 1953, Russia had an atomic bomb, and a year later, Germany. The US received nuclear weapons in 1960.
  Thus, the balance of fear was created.
  And in 1955, the first Russian cosmonaut flew into space, flying around the ball. And in 1961, the Russians set foot on the moon.
  And in 1983 to Mars! The Americans flew to the moon in 1971, and the Germans in 1984. Austria-Hungary and Germany merged into one state. Sweden and Norway became part of Russia with autonomy and self-government.
  Other countries gradually lost their independence.
  In 1987, Russian cosmonauts flew to Venus up the mountain. In 1992 on Mercury. And in 1999, Pluto.
  The solar system has been mastered.
  There were three nuclear empires: Great Germany, the USA and Great Russia.
  Alexei II also died at the age of sixty-eight in 1972. He was succeeded by his son Alexander the fourth. This king was forty-one years old at the time of his ascension to the throne. Oddly enough, but Alexander the fourth also passed sixty-eight years and died in 1999. And his son Vladimir III ascended the throne. In 2013, four hundred years of the Romanov dynasty were celebrated.
  So far, Russia stands firmly on its feet. But in the world there is still Germany and the United States its competitors. The tsarist empire, together with the colonies, includes a little more than half of the world's territory and more than two-thirds of the world's population. Russia is strong, but not the only one yet.
  Rules Russia, Vladimir the third in 2019 he turned sixty-seven years old. Many wonder - will he live, like the previous kings, for sixty-eight years, or will he interrupt these strange coincidences ?!
  In the meantime, anti-nuclear weapons are being developed in Russia. It is clear that there will be no nuclear weapons, and Russia will completely cope with Germany and the United States. It has more population and more soldiers. And the quality of weapons is better!
  But while there are nuclear weapons, and not all of them have yet been conquered. But they are developing anti-nuclear weapons very actively, so there are certain chances of winning.
  
  THE FALL OF GIBRALTAR
  The Spanish dictator Franco, in contrast to the real story, agreed to the German troops to attack the English fortress of Gibraltar. In exchange, Spain received some British and French lands in Africa.
  The assault under the command of Mainstein took place at night from November 25, 1940 to 26. As it turned out, the British were not quite ready for such a military move, and the Nazis managed to capture such a powerful fortress from a swoop.
  Its fall had a significant impact on the course of the war. The Wehrmacht was able to transfer forces over the shortest distance to Africa, and the British were blocked from entering the Mediterranean Sea from the East.
  The German command sent several divisions to equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, a few months earlier than reality.
  The British, in turn, abandoned the offensive against the Italians in Ethiopia and began to strengthen their positions in Egypt. However, Rommel managed to get ahead of them, and as a result of a preemptive strike, he defeated the colonial troops, capturing Alexandria and Cairo. The position of Britain in Africa became more complicated. The Germans had already reached the Suez Canal and threatened to advance further into the Middle East. In addition, it became possible to move towards the Sudan.
  True, the affairs of the Italians in Greece were not very successful, but the approach of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.
  Hitler had a dilemma: to attack the USSR or finish off Britain? The successes of the Wehrmacht in Africa prompted the second decision - to untie their hands in the West. Although the military preparations of the USSR inspired fear in the Fuhrer.
  The Red Army was getting stronger, but the Germans were not sitting idly by either. The production of tanks in 1941 doubled compared to 1940, and aviation increased by almost two and a half times.
  The Nazis carried out the bombing and landing on Malta. Then Rommel broke through the defenses at the Suez Canal and entered Iraq, which had rebelled against British rule. The Germans relatively easily conquered both Kuwait and the entire Middle East. Stalin, on the other hand, adhered to a waiting tactic. But Churchill stubbornly continued the war. The Wehrmacht, having reached Iran, turned to South Africa.
  The year 1941 was drawing to a close. The release of submarines increased, and Britain was losing its colonies. The US has been passive. But Japan could not sit idly by and attacked Peru Harbor on December 7th. A new war has begun in the Pacific. And Hitler had to again abandon plans for an attack on the USSR.
  It is necessary to help the Japanese, to seize Iran and India, as well as South Africa. And most importantly Britain itself. Moreover, American bombers are not a toy. They can cause the Third Reich a lot of trouble. And it is most convenient to deliver bombing strikes from the territory of Britain.
  So the Fuhrer was forced in 1942 to abandon the idea of invading the east.
  There was a risk that Stalin himself would open the front, but... One must know Stalin's character. He is very reserved in foreign policy. The war with Finland made the Red Dictator even more cautious.
  While the USSR is building up strength. The number of aviation on January 1, 1942 reached thirty-two thousand vehicles, and tanks, more than twenty-five thousand, plus another three thousand tankettes. In total, Stalin planned to complete the recruitment of 20 mechanized corps, with a total number of tanks of 32 thousand vehicles, of which the latest KV of various brands and T-34, 16.5 thousand. Plus, the development of the T-50 tanks was still going on, although the car turned out to be light.
  The Germans, having encountered the Matilda and some cruiser tanks, and having information that the British were developing heavy tanks, also began to make their own mastodons. First of all, the "Tiger" with an 88-millimeter cannon, and armor with an impenetrable gun of 75-millimeters with a long barrel.
  Information about Soviet tank building was also available. The KV-2 tank marched at the May Day parade on Red Square, and the thirty-four had some data.
  In any case, when Speer headed the imperial ministry of armaments and ammunition, developments in technology went faster. Hitler wanted to have the best tanks in the world, and heavier ones. But while Germany was clearly inferior to the USSR. And the number of cars and their quality. In August 1941, the production of the KV-3 tank began. The car turned out to be quite heavy at 68 tons, but armed with a 107 mm cannon with an initial projectile speed of 800 meters per second. This provided her with an advantage over the "Tiger", which, by the way, had not yet been launched into the series.
  Even more powerful was the KV-5 with a weight of 125 tons and two guns. True, such a heavy machine created more problems for the Soviet army than good. And in 1942, the KV-4 version weighing 107 tons was adopted. The USSR could rightly be proud of its heaviest tanks in the world, and even the most powerful.
  But on the other hand, Germany has developed quite well in aviation. Yu-188, having gone into series, developed a speed comparable to fighters. DO-217 also looked decent. Jet aircraft were also actively developed. Since Britain was the main target, the jet bombers were given much more attention than in real history.
  The Germans actively used slave labor. Imported from Africa a huge number of blacks. The black workers were obedient, hardy, but unskilled. They were used for auxiliary work.
  But by controlling Europe, the Germans could recruit enough numbers and skilled labor.
  Speer even managed to persuade Hitler, not yet conducting a program to exterminate the Jews, but to use them in the production of aircraft and equipment.
  The bet was placed on an air offensive against Britain and a massive submarine war.
  However, America's entry into the conflict added a headache to the Fritz, and forced a sharp increase in the number of wolf packs.
  Germany was forced belatedly to spin up the production of bombers and strategic aircraft. First of all Yu-288 and Yu-488 - with four engines. But their development and bringing to mind took time. ME-109 modification "F" as a whole was a worthy opponent for British cars. But the development of the ME-209 failed, as did the ME-210.
  The XE-177 dive bomber also failed. But Speer played with quantity. In addition, the Focke-Wulf became the most powerful fighter in terms of armament, compensating for some of the weaknesses of the ME-109. Yes, and the flight school of the Germans turned out to be better than English, and even more so American. In May 1942, the Nazis captured South Africa. And an American squadron arrived in Madagascar. The battle of Midway turned out to be lost by the Americans: so the captain of the third rank, who played a decisive role in this battle, ended up, ironically, in Madagascar. The United States wanted to maintain a base in Africa and not let the Nazis relax. But this significantly worsened their position in the Pacific Ocean.
  True, the Japanese did not act quite up to par. The battle for the Hawaiian archipelago dragged on.
  The Nazis gained control of Africa, and huge reserves of strategic raw materials, and also captured India and Iran. The resources under the control of the Third Reich are huge, but they still need to be digested.
  The air battle for Britain is not so straightforward. Constantly increasing the production of aircraft, the Germans put pressure, but there was no total dominance. The lack of power of strategic aviation, and the help of the United States, and even then there are not enough submarines, affected. And the miracle torpedo with which so many hopes were associated let us down.
  The Fuhrer did not dare to land in Britain in 1942. The bet was made on strengthening the sea power and the submarine fleet. At the same time, aircraft carriers and battleships were built. There was enough production capacity, but everything took time.
  Class A ballistic missiles also required fine-tuning. But the FAU-1 robotic shells began to be mass-produced. Relatively cheap cars, using simple fuel, had the undoubted advantage that they did not need pilots.
  Hitler, having gained access to unlimited natural resources and labor reserves, wanted to save the lives of German pilots. V-1 as easy to manufacture and unmanned seemed the best solution. And thousands of such robotic shells have fallen since the autumn of 1942 on London.
  At the same time, the Germans accelerated the development of the Arado jet bomber and ballistic missiles.
  Stalin continued to wait and accumulate strength. In 1942, the USSR produced five and a half thousand new tanks KV and T-34, and about a thousand old brands, about five hundred new light T-50 and T-60 and two hundred amphibious. The aircraft fleet has also increased - about fifteen thousand new and old aircraft entered service. Even there was a shortage of pilots. The production of Katyushas increased slowly.
  Nazi Germany produced more than thirty thousand aircraft, but suffered significant losses in battles. The Germans produced about six and a half thousand tanks. Most of all, the T-3 and a new modification of the T-4 with a long-barreled 75-mm gun. The newest "Tigers" produced a little more than a hundred, and the "Panthers" are still only in prototypes.
  But the MP-44 assault rifle designed by Schmeister began to enter the series. Unlike the real story, the machine did not have to be developed taking into account the shortage of non-ferrous metals. And this accelerated the development of a simpler assault rifle, with alloy steel.
  So in small arms, the Germans began to gain an advantage. But they also needed time for the machine to rearm all the troops.
  But in the submarine fleet, where the release has reached forty or fifty submarines per month, the Germans really have no equal.
  There were even very high-speed submarines on hydrogen peroxide. Accelerated work in the nuclear program. Fortunately, there are a lot of resources. And even the mistake of German physicists that graphite is not suitable as a moderator did not turn out to be catastrophic. Several factories for the production of heavy water have been built, including in Africa.
  So it"s not by washing, it"s by rolling, but the Nazis" nuclear reactor started working in December 1942. Even a little earlier than the Americans. After the defeats in the Pacific, they began serious disassembly. And funding for the nuclear program has been drastically cut.
  The beginning of 1943 was marked by Hitler's declaration of Total War and the introduction of universal labor service in the occupied territories. The massive V-1 strikes on London did not quite justify themselves. The British learned to partially repel such blows, but the Germans took the number.
  But the submarine war turned out to be truly disastrous for Britain. The production of weapons on the island fell sharply due to a lack of raw materials. The metropolis was on the verge of collapse. In addition, the Nazis captured Madagascar, and the Japanese, together with the Nazis, invaded Australia and relatively quickly achieved its surrender.
  Although Stalin understood the danger of waiting tactics, he remained true to himself, not getting into a fight. Better let the capitalists exterminate themselves to the end. And we will watch...
  But this tactic also had its drawbacks. Using huge resources, the Third Reich was already preparing a war against the USSR. The production of tanks in the Third Reich in 1943 reached an average of 1,200 vehicles per day, plus three hundred and fifty self-propelled guns. Moreover, self-propelled guns are not at all weak. "Ferdinands", "Bumblebees", "Jagdpanther". Considering that the Germans almost did not suffer losses in tanks, their replenishment of the panzvale was already twice as fast as that of the Red Army. And the quantitative gap in technology in favor of the USSR began to shrink.
  In terms of quality, the Fritz got the "Royal Tiger", similar in weight to the KV-3, in terms of penetrating power, the gun was even somewhat superior due to the quality of the projectile and stronger frontal armor. Well, the super-heavy Soviet KV-5 and KV-4 turned out to be very technically unreliable, especially their undercarriage. So the combat use of such monsters was in doubt.
  And Stalin also ordered the creation of a KV-6 with seven guns and two rocket launchers. They made the car. But it turned out to be so heavy and long that you couldn"t carry it on a train or deploy it in battle. The T-34-76 is quite a successful vehicle, but weaker in head-on combat than the Panther or Tiger. And the KV-1 and KV-2 are comparable to the Germans in terms of weight, but they are inferior to the Panthers and Tigers in butting. The German T-4 caught up with the thirty-four in armor and surpassed in armament, visibility and optics, and this at an equal weight, or even less, if we compare heavier modifications.
  In short, the Fritz was pulled up and the quality was up to par. And the appearance of the ME-309 and ME-262 gave an advantage in the quality of aviation. Like the Yu-488, the best four-engine bomber. And behind them are reactive models. Such as Yu-287 and Arado.
  In September 1943, the Nazis finally carried out a successful landing in Britain. After two weeks of fighting - England capitulated. And although Churchill fled to Canada, the outcome of the war in the West seemed a foregone conclusion.
  Roosevelt, having lost his main ally and fearing the growing power of the Third Reich, asked for peace.
  Hitler, after discussions with his entourage, set a condition for the United States: the rejection of the nuclear program and the recognition of all the conquests of Japan and the Third Reich. As well as the withdrawal of troops from Iceland, which the Fritz had already actually overlaid with the submarine fleet. The control of the Land of the Rising Sun over Gaia, where the fighting has not yet stopped. In addition, Hitler demanded material compensation for the Third Reich and Japan for all the destruction and military expenses caused by the United States and Britain.
  Although the terms of the peace were extremely difficult, Roosevelt with great difficulty managed to push through their adoption in Congress and the Senate.
  A big role in US compliance was played by Stalin's hints that he was not opposed to joining the coalition of the Axis powers, and at least ready to recapture Alaska.
  American pragmatism won, which turned out to be higher than enthusiasm and emotions. In addition, the Germans' nuclear program developed faster than the American one, and this was fraught with a catastrophe in the future.
  The first phase of World War II is over. But the Fuhrer now wanted to end the USSR.
  Stalin's unexpected wait-and-see tactics and his devotion to the cause of world peace played a sinister joke. Joseph was opposed by the Third Reich and Japan with all the resources of the Eastern Hemisphere, including Australia, and some bridgeheads in the Western world.
  The Land of the Rising Sun, however, has not yet finished off China, but it could well have opened a second front. Hitler, on the other hand, actively formed colonial troops and foreign legions. At the same time, the production of weapons also increased.
  In the first half of 1944, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the Third Reich reached and exceeded one hundred vehicles a day. Panther-2 in its level bypassed all Soviet cars. A more advanced German tank "Lion" appeared, and soon the "Royal Lion".
  And most importantly, jet aviation has been serially developed. In response, the T-34-85 and IS-1 and IS-2 tanks went into production in the USSR, and no one removed the KV series from production either. The most massive serial tank of the Third Reich for 1944 was the Panther-2, and the USSR T-34-85. Heavier models were produced in significantly - about times, in ten smaller quantities. And the Germans did not want to drive weights much on Soviet roads, and Stalin began to distrust the KV series, and the ISs turned out to be too raw.
  However, the German "Panther" -2 with an 88-mm cannon of 71 L caliber, surpassed the T-34-85 in armor-piercing power of the gun, in frontal armor and a little on the side, and also did not concede in driving performance with an engine of 900 horsepower and weight at 47 tons. Even when the weight of the German tank grew to 50.2 tons, it turned out not to be fatal.
  And the German jet aircraft did not have a worthy opponent at all.
  Hitler decided that it was better not to drag out the rubber, and started the war on June 22, 1944. Throwing on the USSR three hundred and fifty of their own and foreign divisions, and one hundred and twenty divisions of satellites. On the side of the Third Reich were: Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Croatia, Finland, Sweden, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Bulgaria, Argentina, Turkey.
  The Germans also used a huge number of foreigners and hiwis in the Wehrmacht. In total, the Third Reich, in the first echelon alone, threw twelve and a half million soldiers into battle, of which no more than forty percent were Germans by nationality. Satellites added another three million. In total, there are almost sixteen million infantry in the first echelon, about thirty-three thousand tanks, more than fifty-five thousand aircraft, about two hundred and fifty cannons and mortars.
  The USSR, after mobilization, deployed thirteen and a half million soldiers, but part of the forces had to be kept in the Far East and internal districts. In the first echelon there were eight million soldiers, about thirty thousand tanks, almost forty thousand aircraft, and about two hundred thousand guns and mortars.
  Thus, on the side of the Third Reich, there is a double superiority in infantry, and a fivefold superiority in force mobility, with a better machine gun. True, the USSR has a lot of machine guns, almost parity.
  The difference in tanks is not great, but the percentage of obsolete vehicles in the USSR is higher, as well as tanks of earlier releases.
  German jet aviation has no opponent, and the Third Reich propeller-driven aircraft are faster and better armed. True, Soviet vehicles are superior in horizontal maneuverability.
  In artillery and mortars, the balance of forces is closest to equality. Both quantity and quality.
  True, the fleet of the Third Reich is especially underwater, many times stronger than the Soviet one. As is the case with Japan.
  In addition, the Nazis already have class A ballistic missiles in mass production, and the first diskettes took off.
  In general, the Nazis will be stronger, and Stalin quite reasonably prepared, albeit belatedly, defense. But much has not been done. The Stalin Line was not fully restored, and most importantly, the troops were not sufficiently trained to hold the line. Although they were desperately retrained.
  The border line of Molotov, for three years of odds, was generally completed, but it was located too close to the border, and did not have sufficient depth. In addition, Stalin ordered the construction of a third echelon behind the Dnieper, but this was only started after the surrender of the United States.
  True, in addition to the Soviet troops, one can count on parts of the NKVD, whose number was brought up to a million soldiers and the militia. This is about four million people, only in western cities. Although, of course, their combat effectiveness is much worse than that of regular units.
  The Germans, as well as real history, dealt the main blow in the center, cutting the Bialystok ledge and the Lvov fist. The very first days of the fighting showed that the Germans, despite the large number of foreign units, were conducting the offensive more or less smoothly. But the Soviet troops are often lost.
  In addition, the combat capability of the Ukrainian units turned out to be doubtful. Many deserters and surrendered in the very first days of the war.
  It was not possible to contain the enemy in border battles. And then Stalin made a mistake, forbidding the withdrawal of units to the main line and demanding to straighten the front. The error, however, was corrected, but belatedly. The Germans were able to capture Minsk already on June 28, having broken the Stalin line in the center.
  The confusion only intensified. On June 30, the expected entry into the war of Japan and its satellites took place. So, for the time being, we had to forget about the transfer of troops from the Far East.
  The German breakthrough in the center was expanding. There was a huge gap that they desperately tried to plug. But the Nazis advanced and on July 16 broke into Smolensk.
  Throwing all available reserves into battle, and putting the militias under arms, Stalin and Zhukov were able to stop the advance of the Fritz in the center. But Hitler turned his troops to the south. The Nazis created a huge cauldron in Kyiv, and captured almost all of Ukraine.
  Blocked Leningrad, invaded the Crimea. The course of hostilities very much looked like 1941, like relentless karma. But the differences were also quite significant. The USSR in 1941 had some free reserves, and now everything was already mobilized. And when the assault took place in October, it turned out that there was almost nothing to hold the defense with.
  By the beginning of November 1944, the Nazis surrounded Moscow, forcing Stalin to flee to Kuibyshev.
  The Nazis, unlike real history, had a significant numerical superiority. They had enough divisions to bypass Moscow from the North and South. But the Soviet units have spread too much on different fronts.
  In reality, in 1941, after mobilizations, Stalin gained an advantage over the Wehrmacht in the number of personnel, and he had four times more aircraft and tanks than the Third Reich had from the very beginning of the war. And in the first five months of the war, more Soviet equipment was produced in real history.
  But now the Nazis are all trump cards, on the side of both the quantity and quality of weapons and personnel. And the Red Army has the same sores as in 1941. Including the unwillingness of Ukrainians, Balts, and many small nations to die for the Soviet system. Mass treason and running across victims of repression, dispossessed and other offended of all stripes. Including the ideological enemies of the Soviet regime.
  And the fact that the Germans also defeated the West only increases the number of traitors.
  Therefore, it is not surprising that Moscow is surrounded, and the Germans have captured the Donbass, Voronezh and are moving towards Stalingrad.
  The winter in 1944, unfortunately, was not as frosty and snowy as in 1941. However, Moscow heroically held out until the end of December 1944. Stalingrad fell in January 1945, and the battles for it were not too long. In February and early March, the Germans and their satellites completely captured the Caucasus and the Baku oil wells.
  Then the offensive went along the Volga. To Saratov, to Kuibyshev, and further to Orenburg and Kazan.
  Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. Kazan fell in May. In the summer, the Germans and Japanese continued to move into the depths of Russia. The resistance of the Soviet troops fell. On August 5, 1945, Sverdlovsk was taken. And on September 3, 1945, Stalin finally agreed to surrender. In exchange for their own lives and freedom.
  World War II is over. But peace did not last long. Having tested nuclear weapons, Hitler became convinced of their phenomenal destructive power.
  It now appeared that Japan and the United States were still on the path to world domination by the Third Reich. And although the Fuhrer conquered more land than Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Emperor Trojan, and Suleiman the Magnificent combined, he decided to defeat Japan as well.
  Exactly three years after the end of the Second World War, one hundred ballistic, intercontinental missiles with powerful nuclear charges covered the country of the Rising Sun at once.
  And then the offensive of the ground units of the Wehrmacht and the fleet began. The Germans relatively quickly seized Japan's possessions in Asia, and the metropolis itself was razed to the ground with atomic bombs.
  More or less prolonged resistance was provided by the Pacific possessions of the country of the Rising Sun. But by June 1949, it was all over. Now all that remained was to defeat the United States. Moreover, there was a reason. The Americans, contrary to the agreement, nevertheless developed nuclear weapons and conducted their secret test.
  Hitler started the war on January 1, 1950, dropping three hundred nuclear missiles at once on the new year.
  A devastating nuclear strike destroyed one hundred major American cities and killed several tens of millions of people. Added one more of the greatest crimes of Adolf Hitler to the longest list of the most odious atrocities.
  Then came the invasion of Canada, and from the south along with the Latin American dictatorships. The Americans were weakened and shocked, but fought desperately. They understood that defeat for them meant only slavery and a slow, painful death.
  Therefore, it was the most desperate of all wars. And it lasted more than a year, forcing the Third Reich to drop about two hundred more nuclear charges, and turn many fertile lands into a radioactive desert.
  But the goal was nevertheless achieved and the last enemy of the Third Reich was defeated. And after that, the process of so-called world globalization began. The German mark became the only world currency. Even formally independent countries were reduced to the level of colonies of the Third Reich, while maintaining only limited local self-government.
  Jews and Gypsies were outlawed: they were sought out and destroyed. The SS carried out massive purges, and raged. A real nightmare has come - the hour of the dragon. Or, more accurately, an era. The Fuhrer was building a real world totalitarian empire with a claim to space expansion.
  In 1959, during the celebration of the Fuhrer's seventieth birthday, an official coronation took place, a worldwide plebiscite - which legitimized the title of super-emperor. And when Adolf Hitler died in 1967, his son inherited his title and power.
  By that time, planet Earth had already founded settlements on the Moon and on Mars with Venus, and was actively preparing for expansion into the outer starry worlds ... The Nazis wanted a universal empire - the construction of the Star Reich, in order to plunge the entire universe into a nightmare.
  
  NEW ADVENTURES OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE FORTY ISLANDS
  Dimka smashed his sword to pieces and, dumbfounded, blinking his eyes, stood on the street. His hands were covered in blood and what was left of the sword was bloody. Sirens sounded. Summer city street. And running cops. Followed by a blow with a baton on the back. Dimka barely audible says:
  - I give up!
  They bring his hands back and snap the handcuffs. The boy feels pain from the metal injected into his wrists. He is being taken to a van - a black crow.
  Dimka feels a mixture of anger and fear. Recalls the past. An island where children fought for their existence with swords. Wooden, but when the boy is seized by rage, they turn into sharply honed steel. Dimka stayed there for more than a couple of months. He fought, fought, was wounded and wounded himself. Even personally killed the traitor. Everything was. And in the end they won.
  It is a pity only the children remained on the destroyed ship. And he managed to escape only with his girl. After such adventures, the prison no longer seemed like a country.
  He hit the bully boy with his sword, and saw him lying, and a pool of blood flowed out.
  Was the blow fatal? So unlucky, Dimka, as if there were not enough adventures on his head before this. And if he killed what? Jail? Will they take him to a dirty, smelly cell with criminals?
  And how far will he sit? He is only fourteen years old. More than ten, according to the law, they have no right to give. Maybe everything will work out!?
  In the courtyard of the ninety-second year. A time when there is so much talk about democracy and freedom, but banditry is gaining momentum.
  The funnel stopped and Dimka was taken out. A handsome, tanned boy with black hair does not look like a bandit, but rather a victim with chained handcuffs.
  Dimka was taken almost immediately to the investigator and the prosecutor.
  They put me in a chair.
  The investigator asked a few routine questions and said with a smirk:
  - The kid wounded by you is dying! So pray to God that he doesn't die!
  Dimka replied with a sigh:
  - I did not want...
  The prosecutor held out a paper:
  - This is a confession. If you sign, you will be released on bail pending trial. And there, given the young age and the lack of drives to the police, you will get it conditionally!
  Dimka looked at the paper and quickly read it, and shook his head in the negative:
  - It says here that the teenager himself attacked the company. And they just attacked me!
  The interrogator had a mousy physiognomy, and thick eyebrows, he gurgled:
  - Sign as we advise you! Otherwise, you'll end up in jail. Now we are literally packed with cases, and you will have to sit before the court for a very long time. And there in the cell there are three rows of bunks on boards, a slop bucket in the corner and fifty nervous, hungry boys like you. Various kinds of criminals. And even if the boy you wounded remains alive, the investigation will last three years, and then another year and a trial! You will spend the best years of your life in hell!
  The prosecutor nodded in agreement and confirmed:
  - A measure of restraint for you or detention, or a written undertaking not to leave and you will be taken away by mom and dad. The choice is yours! And believe me, juvenile colonies are already overcrowded, and they will be happy to give you probation. But if you quarrel with us, then there will certainly be a place!
  Dimka felt that the investigator and the prosecutor were not joking. And in fact, they can rot in prison. Although, on the other hand, it is not a fact that they will be released if he signs. Are there many examples when the cops cheat? But the main thing in Dimka was stubbornness, and obstinacy that clearly manifested itself after staying on the islands of death. And the boy said decisively:
  - No!
  The investigator growled harshly:
  - What is not?
  Dimka said harshly:
  - I won't sign! They attacked me, they wanted to wound me with a chain, and it was self-defense!
  The investigator growled:
  - OK then! In jail it, sit a week wiser!
  The prosecutor nodded, signing:
  - While on two months of detention. But of course you can release earlier!
  The investigator growled:
  - I think the detention will do the boy good!
  Dimka was taken out of the office and taken to prison. The handcuffs jingled, and the only thing the Boy had to do was cross the chain across the road. There he should have been accepted.
  Dimka walked with a chain, chained to two policemen. Felt pretty bad. Prison, cell, evil convicts. Yes, and he got into trouble, refusing to sign a confession. Although, on the other hand, after that you will not unhook.
  Dima was taken to the duty room. Name, surname, patronymic, valuables with you.
  Then shmon. A police officer and two women in white coats took the boy into a room with a mirror and switched on additional lamps. The command followed:
  - Get undressed!
  Dimka sighed - shmon! Just wondering why women? The boy took off his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, jacket. He was left with only his shorts.
  A young woman in a white coat remarked:
  - He's well built!
  The officer called out:
  - And take off your panties! Alive!
  Dimka, burning with embarrassment, took them off too. Involuntarily he blushed and covered himself. The police officer called out:
  - Quietly! Hands at the seams! Take a closer look - it's a killer!
  A woman in a white coat that looked like a nurse smiled and put on thin, medical gloves cooed:
  - We have not seen such! Relax boy, your aunt will feel you!
  She began examining Dima's body. I walked through the boy's hair that had grown during his stay on the islands. Carefully combed each strand, looking for something hidden. Maybe even money. Then she shone in the ears and nostrils of the boy. She did it carefully, as if hoping to find something.
  Then she ordered to put her head on the opening, and dug her hands into her chin. She put her hand in her mouth. Dimka smelled and tasted rubber with his tongue. The woman felt behind the gums, teeth, behind the cheeks. When she pressed on the root of the tongue, the boy felt an attack of vomiting. Yes, how embarrassing. His hand went all the way to the tonsils, and it became hard to breathe.
  Then, finally, the woman sent it to her and grinned:
  - There is nothing!
  The officer ordered:
  - Continue Olga! Personal search in view of the special danger of the subject must be the most thorough!
  The woman in white began to feel Dimka's chest. She raised her arms and looked under her armpits. And with unexpected force pressed on the navel. Dimka gasped...
  Then the woman stopped and asked:
  - Well, now let him squat!
  The police officer growled:
  - It's not very reliable! Look at his anus too!
  The woman in the white coat shook her head.
  - This requires special permission! Similarly, in order to check the intimate places of the boy!
  The officer commanded languidly:
  - Sit down, little devil...
  Dimka answered with dignity:
  - I'm a boy!
  And it became easy to squat. Sat ten times. After that, the women examined his soles, and passed between his toes.
  After that, Dimka was in the next room. There another kid, in a prison uniform, cut to zero with a typewriter in his hands, said:
  - What's new?
  The police officer replied:
  - Yes, and very greyhound!
  The boy chuckled and remarked:
  - He's not that scary! Well, sit down in the chair and cut your hair!
  Dimka sat down. It's not nice to be naked. And then they cut you bald like a criminal. To top it off, the machine was blunt and it was painful to get a haircut. Thick, black hair fell to the floor. The knocked-down boots of a young convict stomped on them. It seemed that with every strand of hair a particle of the immortal soul was leaving, and you were becoming less and less free. Dima's mood was depressed. Ahead of him was a prison cell, and a meeting with juvenile delinquents.
  However, Dimka was never afraid of his peers. And after hardening the Forty Islands, it"s not scary anymore. If so, he will fight. And the prison?
  What is another test. He is only fourteen years old and has his whole life ahead of him.
  
  
  HITLER LONG ARMS
  ANNOTATION
  Here it is shown that impudence is the second happiness. And the Fuhrer managed to capture not only Britain in 1940, but also a few years later the United States. And this suggests that determination gives victory. However, beautiful Russian girls can beat the Nazi hordes!
  In another universe, Hitler proved to be more decisive, and gave the order to take over Britain immediately after the surrender of France. At the same time, the Fuhrer introduced universal military and labor service, including in the occupied territories. The Germans released significantly more aircraft than in real history, and were able to suppress British aircraft. Then, using not only the military, but also the merchant fleet, the Nazis landed in the metropolis. They acted quite successfully, and captured London on the move.
  Britain fell, a pro-German government was installed in it and a completely legitimate, but sympathetic to Hitler, king.
  After which, of course, the Germans raked under themselves all the colonies of the lion's empire, and took them under control.
  The attack on the USSR took place a year later, but with more powerful tanks, and the huge strength of the colonies.
  The Red Army stubbornly resisted, but still gradually gave in and retreated. It was difficult for her to resist such an onslaught. Moreover, Stalin again did not mobilize the army and came under attack. It was broken like a blotter.
  And the new German "Tigers" went into battle. They put pressure on the Soviet positions, how they gave ... The Red Army succumbed, but fought stubbornly. The Germans were much stronger.
  But still Moscow was kept. After that, the Fritz turned south. Stalingrad became a real nightmare for them.
  The city on the Volga held on stubbornly. Soviet troops now and then went into counterattacks. They themselves suffered losses, but also sent enemies to the next world.
  The enemy, however, took the amount of equipment and infantry. He threw colonial troops into battle. The Panthers literally overwhelmed them with numbers. There was also a powerful tank "Lion". This car did not break through from all angles and angles with thirty-fours.
  A combat test showed the effectiveness of the Lion machine in all battles, although the gun is overpowered, and its rate of fire leaves much to be desired. As well as driving performance.
  But this tank, well protected from the sides of the stern in the face of a lack of Soviet guns of high armor-piercing, proved to be strong in a breakthrough.
  The Germans nevertheless took Stalingrad, and were able to capture the Caucasus. In fact, the forces are very unequal. Many divisions of Arabs, Africans, Indians.
  They hit the enemy like an avalanche. Soviet troops do not have time to fight back.
  In addition, the Germans have great air superiority. Lots of planes. And very strong fighters.
  In particular, the Focke-Wulf suppressed with weapons and frontal armor - a tenacious machine with a strong engine.
  Against her, the USSR had no opponent equal in armament and speed.
  The ME-309 turned out to be a very serious warhorse. Also high speed. Three 30mm cannons and four machine guns. Can't resist that kind of power.
  And the Germans with foreign regiments kept moving and moving east.
  
  
  In the second half of May, fierce battles unfolded in Orenburg.
  The battalion of girls, thinned during the battles for Stalingrad, entered the battle with the Nazis in this city, better known for the famous siege of Emelyan Pugachev.
  Alenka, the commander of the battalion, took her place in the trench. The Captain is very pretty. By tradition, the girls in this battalion fight barefoot in a bikini. So they use the magic of the earth, which gives special protection. And indeed the girls suffer much less losses than the rest of the parts.
  To hold out for six months in Stalingrad is not given to everyone.
  Nearby is a curvaceous Maria with golden hair. It also went through fire, water and copper pipes. A tough test awaited the girls in the very inferno of the Stalingrad hell. They fought to the end and survived. And the magic of their native land helped them.
  Apparently, when you fight almost naked, bullets and fragments practically do not hurt you.
  Maria shoots at the Nazis. Ahead, the Germans, in order to save Aryan blood, traditionally abandon blacks, Arabs, Indians and other foreigners. The number of foreigners in the Wehrmacht is constantly growing, and they are mercilessly thrown into the thick of it.
  Here falls the African killed by Mary. The girl blows him a kiss and says:
  - I feel sorry for you! You don't die because you want to!
  And again the girl gets from a rifle, this time into an Arab. The colonial troops of the Wehrmacht break through. Already warm and comfortable. The Nazis try to catch the time of the year when everything is blooming and sunny. Stormtroopers roar in the sky. Like the newest jets, their number is constantly increasing, so is the TA-152, which replaced the outdated Focke-Wulfs. However, the latter are still fighting.
  Golden-haired Maria pushed away a piece of ceramics with her bare, graceful foot and chirped:
  - My land is torn apart by a groan, the bloody well-fed fields ... It is a pity there is no place for the fallen in paradise, alone in the ashes, poplars are circling.
  And again, from her shot, an Indian fell down. Yes, you have to kill foreigners driven like cannon fodder. How else? Otherwise, they will kill you.
  Red Alla. A fiery girl, with long copper-red hair that flutters like a battle, proletarian banner. The girl fights not only in a bikini, but even without a bra. Like, she's so cool. And it shoots amazingly well too. Every now and then, fighters fall from her shots with broken heads.
  Then Alla throws a grenade with her bare toes. The present flies along a broken trajectory and hits a crowd of Arabs. An explosion is heard... Several mutilated bodies are thrown into the air!
  Allah screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I wanted to make an iron - the elephant turned out suddenly!
  Anyuta is a charming blonde, tanned, and very slender, figured, of medium height, but beautifully built, she also fired. She hit the infidel in the bridge of the nose and sang:
  - Wings like a bee - flowers instead of ears!
  The girls fire very accurately, and are constantly moving.
  Large, and fleshy Matryona, recovered a little after Stalingrad. Also a beautiful girl, with wide hips, but a relatively narrow waist. She went through this inferno, and lost Earring. A brave pioneer, inventing traps for the Germans, was captured. Yeah, it didn't work out too well.
  But then Matryona let down the mechanism and a mine slipped under the German tank. The Panther-2 was damaged and came to a stop, having been seriously stung.
  Mouses are still taking part in the battles. This tank is distinguished by its high weight and survivability. But there were also "E" -100. These machines are no less protected and more nimble. Fighting and "Lion" -2, also a machine, well protected and lighter than its predecessors. For the "Lion", the Germans often use the 150-mm cannon, which is more convenient for storming cities. Some "Lions" are also equipped with bombers.
  But the Germans move the tanks cautiously, and throw the infantry forward.
  Colonial soldiers move forward. The music of the frenzied drift is playing!
  Alla gives a burst from a machine gun ... Soldiers fall and splashes, like blood smashed with a shovel of a watermelon.
  Redhead says:
  - For the Motherland, for Stalin, there is no stronger army! We fight fiercely for happiness for people! And our Leader is the wings of a falcon ... Hope gives light! The blow of a steel hammer, the dawn lit up for us!
  Allah sings and shoots. She is truly wonderful. She has tanned, golden olive breasts, with ripe strawberries in her nipples. How cute is this girl! It is difficult to imagine something more impressive and pretty. Guys look at this Amazon in nothing but thin panties.
  The red-haired girl knocked down five Indians and sang:
  - There will be time for astronautics to develop ... And for us, war is high romance!
  And the girl burst out laughing again... And again she opened her surprisingly and amazingly well-aimed fire.
  Having stumbled upon a strong defense, the Germans again throw attack aircraft and bombers into battle. The infantry retreated, and shells and bombs rained down on the positions of the girls.
  And tanks are working from a distance. Alena gives the order:
  - Everyone hide in dugouts!
  And she remains to observe on the surface. The artillery preparation of the Nazis is powerful. And even more dangerous bombs. Some of them are dropped by such monsters as the Yu-488, and the latest TA-400. Bombs weighing nine tons are falling and capable of breaking dugouts and fortifications. Alyonka was thrown up from the gap by an explosive wave, and she painfully hit her bare heels on a pile of stones.
  Soles burned. But otherwise, the girl-captain did not receive any damage. And the most powerful bomb was dropped, even the ears were blocked from the peal. No, what only does not happen in the world.
  But the girls really are distinguished by an enviable survival rate. While men are dying and dying!
  Alenka remembered how the young man Julius caressed her. How he kissed her belly, legs, knees, hips, and breasts. How nice it is when you are pawed by a young and handsome man, whose mustache has recently begun to break through. But then Julius died in the dugout, flattened by a direct hit from a bomb. And there wasn't even a wet spot left.
  The young man went to ... where? To heaven, to hell, to oblivion? But the main thing is that he is not on earth now. And Alenka is very bitter about this.
  If only she would take this Hitler head on a stump. Soon the war has been going on for three years. The Nazis are already storming Orenburg. Their pincers have broken far.
  Alenka was distinguished by great amorousness and temperament. She usually preferred young and even young soldiers. And at the first opportunity, she started an affair. Alena loved it when her strong, trained body was caressed and touched by handsome men. During the war, morals became simpler, and no one looked particularly askance at the fact that a Red Army officer caresses men.
  Alenka, like a cat, was very fond of stroking and caress. And for her, this is the highest pleasure. The chest, legs, bosom, and neck are especially sensitive.
  But how many of her lovers have already gone to the next world! What an insidious and evil thing war is. Although the men stuck to Alenka. Still such a beauty, she came out with everything and a face and a figure and a voice.
  And in general, when a woman is young, she is most often beautiful. Here are five of them, howling almost from the beginning of the war - very pretty ... Four girls are fair-haired and one red-haired. Like a five pointed star. In what kind of hell they have not been, but they have never been seriously injured. Unless there were scratches.
  Usually on Alenka everything healed like on a dog, and there were no scars.
  And now: bombs are falling, shells are exploding, and at least henna to her! It's all so much fun!
  Although no ... There is no time for fun in the war. And girls sometimes die in her battalion too. Even bare feet for a girl is not a guarantee of immortality. And in Stalingrad, in the men's battalions, literally everyone was often knocked out into the corpses.
  The city on the Volga covered itself with glory. For six months it held back the onslaught of the Nazi hordes. The Germans, their satellites, lost about a million killed and wounded in the battles for Stalingrad. True, most of the dead were foreigners!
  The Fuhrer brought to Rus' - rati from all over the Earth! There were even American mercenaries, mostly of German origin. Lots of Indians. India is a densely populated country, and the Fuhrer ordered more active use of men as cannon fodder. And take Indian women into harems. It was actually allowed to have multiple wives in the Third Reich. The Pope at gunpoint issued permission for this. And other churches approved. The Fuhrer himself revised his views on Aryan blood. The Germans were allowed to have after additional selection: wives of Slavs, Europeans, Arabs, Indians - provided that they do not have physical defects and are absolutely healthy. Marriages with black women were forbidden, but it was not forbidden to use African women in brothels, but only with contraceptives. After selection, marriages with Japanese, Thai, Korean women were allowed.
  But again, the requirements were for beauty, external data, health, and the absence of physical defects. Now the role of the pedigree has declined. There are many more foreign divisions in the SS than actually German ones. And the Wehrmacht was replenished with foreigners. The colonial troops consisted entirely of natives and were commanded by the Germans.
  The Fuhrer took over the organization of the army from Genghis Khan, mixing peoples, and forming a motley army.
  Of course, under such conditions, the USSR was gradually losing the war of attrition. This strategic doom forced to be especially resourceful. But there was an unexpected chance: the United States, where they had already managed to suppress the revolt of Africans and representatives of the Latin nationality, stepped up work on the atomic bomb. And if you hold out for some more time, a truce with the Third Reich is possible while the war with the United States continues.
  And there, maybe the Nazis will fight to such an extent that they no longer want to fight. And then Soviet Russia will survive.
  Here the bombardment and massive shelling ended. And the assault begins again. The city has already been turned into ruins, not a single whole house remains. Alas, the enemy is very cruel and strong.
  The girls get out to the surface and meet the oncoming infantrymen with fire. Tanks are coming...
  Alyonushka shot the Indian and whispered:
  - God forbid the blind to open their eyes, and straighten their backs to the hunchbacked!
  Then the beauty snapped the shutter. She took aim again, nailed. Hit the Arab and sparkled with sapphire eyes. She ran her bare, curved, dusty soles over the gravel. The girl was a little ticklish. She laughed. It became more fun. Again, the beauty shot.
  Alyonushka fired and grinned... And hit. Causing opponents to stop and freeze. The enemy fired back. Threw grenades and roared...
  Then the stormtroopers appeared again. There were not many of them, but jet cars were flying, which were throwing out jet rockets. The Nazis threw grenades at the positions of the girls. But bare, female legs, as if protected from defeat. And the warriors, plunging into shelling, survived in the fire.
  The movement of the enemy infantry stopped. The Nazis tried to smoke out the Reds by throwing rockets.
  Alenka hid in a crack and chirped:
  - But from the taiga to the British Seas... The Red Army is the strongest of all!
  Red-haired Alla also squeezed into the gap and avoided hits from fragments. The beautiful girl remembered how, as an awkward teenager, she was arrested on a denunciation.
  I remember the search. They forced the young detainee to undress. Two women in gloves carefully felt the girl's nose, snakes, mouth, looked into intimate places. How humiliating, ashamed, scary, scary it was. Alla was very afraid when she was brought to the cell to be in the company of other criminals. But in the cell there were girls like her, almost all the children of the repressed. And the worst did not come true.
  But it was hard to sit in the cell: it was crowded, the guards often broke in. They beat me for the slightest reason and for no reason. The guards were especially fond of hitting girls on the heels with clubs. Despite the cold in the cells, the girls were kept barefoot, and their feet swelled from constant blows.
  Searches were another misfortune. They were performed several times a day, and it was very painful, unpleasant and humiliating.
  They fed meagerly, on walks they drove them with whips. Alla spent six months behind bars, in constant humiliation, bullying, beatings, humiliating searches. And then already under Beria, she was sent to a children's, labor colony. Even without trial.
  Alla worked there from five in the morning until late in the evening with other girls. Until the war began ... And the red-haired girl, who had grown up, ran away to the front. Managed to do it, with a dozen other girls.
  Her military days began. But in the war, the red-haired devil felt much better than in the labor colony. A prison term still hung over her, and punishment for victories. But Alla, already awarded two orders, was not touched.
  The girl in the colony experienced a lot. Including love - the boys lived in a neighboring barracks, and despite the formal ban - made their way to the girls. And they, in turn, wanted to know the forbidden. Alla, in any case, immediately liked it. Hot redhead girl felt sinful pleasure.
  However, she was also unlucky in the war. Always after having sex, a man or a young man died in battle. There was some kind of curse on the redhead. And, without any exceptions. Therefore, despite the beauty, notoriety swept over Alla and men began to avoid her.
  The red-haired devil suffered from a lack of male attention. And found rapture by killing men. And she again shot at the enemy, and bared her teeth like a tigress.
  Alla shot the black man and mentally imagined him in captivity. It was interesting to have fun with such a tall and handsome man. In general, it is customary for a redhead to play an active role with a man. She is a strong and determined woman. What if the man is then killed? Well, she loves variety!
  In peacetime, Komsomol girls would have been heavily blamed for licentiousness, but during the war, morals became much more free. This is apparently a consequence of the proximity of death, when a special department closes its eyes to debauchery.
  Sometimes Alla felt ashamed of her promiscuity. When she even defiantly does not wear a bra and shakes her bare breasts. I remembered Mary - a religious girl who is still a virgin. Although, probably, she is the most feminine and sexy in their top five. More precisely attractive, with its angelic innocence.
  However, Maria is very accurate, maybe even phenomenal in her shooting. That's how she accurately hit two Arabs at once with one bullet. And smiling innocently, he says:
  - Forgive me, Lord, but I serve the Motherland!
  Maria is very beautiful... She is a little embarrassed that she has to fight in only a bikini. But it does protect against damage. What has been proven in practice. Maria started the war as a girl. In three years she has grown, but she still seems slender, virginal, the usual height for a girl. The remaining members of the four are longer, more muscular, and Matryona is a cow at all - although very strong.
  Maria shoots and remembers Seryozhka. Poor boy. Got captured. And that's worse than death. So first he was expected to be tortured, then executed. And I don't know how others will react to it.
  Maria is firing, got up on her knees, fired. The slain Indian stretched out, letting out a pool of blood. Golden-haired beauty says:
  - Eh ... you have many gods, and there is no paradise!
  Maria nailed again, hit and sang:
  - Thank you for the lost paradise... Neither we nor our children, nor our grandchildren... But only they will get used to the deceptive sounds!
  Maria fired, killing the creeping accomplices of the Nazis and sang:
  - We drove, we drove, we drove - for a long time we ... The path from trouble to trouble, from war to war! We rode, rode, rode - for a long time we ... The streams of the horde, the bloody war, are torn! Bloody war!
  And the girl pressed herself tighter into the ground. And the Lions are already creeping ahead. German tanks are roaring, and barrels are shaking.
  Maria wept and remarked:
  - Here she moves death!
  A girl with golden hair shot at a soldier crawling towards the positions of the Red Army with a rifle to which an optical sight was attached.
  She watched as a fountain of blood sprayed from the head of a mortally wounded enemy.
  Maria tweeted:
  - Sniper... You're wrong!
  Allah said loudly:
  -Don't judge by clothes, if you don't want to stretch your legs!
  Maria shook her graceful, bare, tanned legs. I imagined that a young man with an elf face was running his palm along the sole. How nice that would be.
  But then she snorted angrily:
  - I'll beat them all!
  Alla, who herself was an unbeliever and dissolute, mockingly said:
  - And without God's help?
  Maria fired, squeaky answered:
  - Not with God's help!
  Alla flashed her pearly teeth and remarked:
  - But after all your God taught: hit on the right cheek - substitute the left!
  Maria didn't answer right away. She fired a couple more shots, cutting down the Nazi puppets. And she said softly:
  - But what to do after you were hit on the left cheek - God Jesus does not say. And the Nazis inflicted many blows on our people!
  Allah jumped. She threw a grenade with her bare foot, raising a whole column of dust, and roared:
  - Berlin is already almost in our power ... Through binoculars we see the damned Reichstag! There will be peace and happiness on the whole planet ... I will tell about this in my poems!
  And the redhead gave a turn, cutting off a whole line of Nazis. Then again she threw a grenade with her foot.
  She is a strong girl. In the camp, she was forced to drag stones from dawn to dusk, and Alla became a real superman. With her feet, she threw the grenade much further than with her hands.
  The redhead was very fond of running her bare soles over the coals or over the snow. It gave her pleasure...
  Allah took and broke through:
  - And I have another passion ... This is power, only power!
  The red-haired devil gave a burst, shooting the Fritz and their henchmen, and roared:
  - Do not need gold and money! But it is necessary that in front of me ... People were on their knees, people were on their knees, all over the surface of the earth!
  The enemy infantry stopped. The tanks moved on. Heavy vehicles "Lion", "Maus", "E" -100, "Tiger" -2 - fired shells. Rampant and "Panther" -2. Positions burned and crumbled, snakes of smoke rose into the sky.
  One of the girls burned her legs. She yelled and opened fire in long bursts. Another beauty had her bra cut off with a shrapnel. The warrior's chest was exposed, and she blushed. The girl's face turned scarlet.
  "Maus" the heaviest German tank, thrashed from guns. And destroyed everything in its path.
  But the warriors jumped back in time. They are so agile. Alla threw a grenade at the Mouse. Silenced one of the German machine guns.
  The redhead took it and fervently sang:
  - Let them run clumsily - armored tanks through puddles ...
  After that, the girl again threw a grenade with her bare foot, hit another Mouse machine gun, breaking its barrel. After that, Alla screams:
  - I am the goddess of death that Hitler fears!
  The German tank stopped. Together with the loss of machine guns, the tankers lost the lion's share of confidence. And the "Maus" began to shoot from a short barrel, began to process the ruins. One of the fragments hit Alla on the heel, burning the graceful curve of the girl's sole.
  The beauty took it and sang:
  - The executioner burns my heels, and crying is heard!
  Maria with a well-aimed shot broke the "Mausa" optical sight. And a massive tank, jogged, and began to turn around. It is clear where almost two hundred tons of steel will be trampled blindly. Only back to save himself from more trouble.
  Then "Lion" -2 came into play. A more advanced machine, trying to knock out all the space in front of itself with the fire of a 150-mm cannon. The girls in response show the fascist nose.
  Maria throws a grenade with her chiselled leg. The present does not reach the tank, but it knocks out the infantry. One African even had his head blown off. She was in a helmet, spun, and crashed right on the brick.
  The golden haired girl said:
  - Everything is by the will of God... Even misses!
  Allah answered enthusiastically:
  - Everything in the world depends, on the heavenly heights ... But the accuracy of the eyes, but the accuracy of the eyes - it depends on us alone!
  Maria fired again. She broke the Lion's optical sight, and rationally remarked:
  - And God gives accuracy!
  Alla bared her teeth, slapped her bare foot on the broken glass. I felt how pleasant it is when the sharp sticks into the bare sole. And she bellowed:
  - Everything needs skill, hardening, training - otherwise grace cannot be seen!
  Maria fired in the stomach of a fascist with a degenerate physiognomy and sang:
  - And for the Fritz, grace is to rip off the skin from the skull! And chew, chew, chew - drink warm pus!
  Alla twisted her face, fired ... She opened her head and whispered:
  - What you have not pious speech!
  Maria turned pale and whispered:
  - God forgive me a sinner!
  Allah laughed. She was a cynical girl. And in the children's, labor colony, she beat those who were weaker than her. And that redhead is shameless. And Alla wanted to pull Maria by her golden hair. Not with hands, but with feet.
  And Alla stretched out her bare limb to the leafy hair of a Christian girl, and as soon as she grabs her fingers by the strands, she pulls.
  Maria screams, and turning around says:
  - Are you crazy?
  Allah mockingly said:
  - So God endured and ordered you!
  Maria shook her fist.
  - Don't blaspheme bitch!
  Allah answered and sang:
  - And again God is torn apart by laughter - what do I care about everyone, and you about me!
  Maria shook her head and remarked:
  - You risk every day! And at the same time, having the opportunity to go to hell in a minute, you are impudent and utter bad speeches!
  The redhead grimaced. She grabbed a piece of glass with her bare toes and tossed it into her mouth. Caught with tongue. She chewed the glass, and without thinking twice took a sip, saying:
  - Hell will not catch up with us!
  Maria rolled her eyes ferociously and growled:
  - You won't go anywhere! Fire louse!
  Alla in response only flashed her emerald eyes. And she threw a grenade at the Nazis, saying:
  - While the war is going on, let's forget about our differences!
  Mary said out of place:
  - To God God's, and Caesar's Caesar's!
  Alla gave a long line and added:
  - And Hitler is diabolical!
  Maria opened fire, shot down a few more people and thought. How is it possible to reach such a decline in morals as Hitler did? What is a beast in human form? That bloody tyrant that mankind has not known since the time of Adam and Eve. And at the same time extremely lucky. Maybe even the most successful and successful conqueror in the history of mankind.
  But Russia turned out to be a hard nut to crack for fascism. The fourth year of the war in the east will soon begin. Yes, the Nazis are advancing. Not too fast, but sure. Only in winter the Red Army was able to squeeze the Fritz a little. And now the enemy is coming again.
  The girl was very accurate and shot. Having lost optical sights, the Lev tank turned around again and began to flow away. And "Panther" -2 ... A tank with a long and thick barrel, and a relatively small tower.
  Efficient car. Which broke through almost any mastodons. Here Alla distinguished herself, throwing grenades with her seductive legs, and damaged the barrel.
  The red devil flashed her eyes the color of the sea and hissed:
  - I break their noses!
  A German with a broken muzzle turns around. Caterpillars are shaking like a nimble machine. Yes, girls invented a convenient and effective tactic. Hit the barrels, breaking the muzzle with grenades when armor is not available.
  And the well-aimed Maria shoots accurately, as if she really is the great-granddaughter of Robin Hood. And the golden-haired beauty exclaims:
  - Under the pretext of the goals of humanism,
  To build heaven on earth...
  Hitler switched to the path of fascism -
  Temple erected bastard Satan!
  And shoots like a real saint of extermination. Her bare, chiseled leg throws a shard of glass, hitting the Arab right in the center of the forehead. And the son of the desert, reflexively pulling the trigger of his machine gun, cuts off a dozen of his accomplices.
  Allah approvingly remarked:
  - You're a fast learner! And progress right before your eyes!
  The red-haired warrior also threw a piece of glass with her bare fingers and hit the African in the eye. It exploded, falling on a bunch of grenades. And a dozen other fighters flew to heaven, or hell - how to decide on business!
  Allah chirped:
  - It will be a place of evil hell, who tore off the cover ... And the sacred maiden sword - chopped down the enemies!
  And the red-haired devil gave a turn again, and hissed:
  - There will be a coffin for you, only from the ashes, and music in mourning!
  Maria immediately threw a grenade to two legs, crippling the barrel of the formidable tank "E" -100, ringing:
  - To the glory of the Lord Christ!
  In a parallel universe, the USSR had a very difficult time. But Hitler did not finish off Russia. He was too alarmed by rumors that the United States was trying to build an atomic bomb. More precisely, not even rumors, but undercover reports, which were impossible to conceal from powerful German intelligence. And the atomic bomb is a terrible thing, even though getting the Third Reich from across the ocean is not easy.
  Hitler offered a truce to Stalin, to be gladly accepted by the dictator, who had almost lost the war. The troops of the Third Reich climbed on America from two sides. Both from Argentina and from Canada. The Germans had a lot of troops and they were also helped by the Japanese, who crushed the Americans from the east. A fierce battle ensued.
  Five girls Alenka, Maria, Alla, Anyuta, Matryona arrived in America to fight as volunteers against the hordes of the Third Reich. All five girls are very beautiful and speak English. Stalin refused to send the entire women's battalion, as this would be contrary to the terms of the peace concluded with the fascist empire. The USSR needed to buy time at any cost while the Nazis attacked the United States.
  The five girls are volunteers: they have passed through the whole war, from Brest and Bug to Orenburg. And they are fighting the Nazis on the other side of the Earth in the capital of Honduras.
  Tegucigalpa is one of the main strongholds of defense, in opposition to a motley horde. Both the Japanese and Asian hordes climbed on the rampage. The Germans themselves fought only in tanks, and the infantry was entirely from non-Aryan peoples. Asians, blacks, Arabs were driven forward.
  Alenka fired, cutting off two Africans and chirped:
  - Just a horde of Genghis Khan!
  Golden-haired Maria, having cut down three Indians with automatic fire, lifted her bare, tanned legs to the top. And she said:
  - We grind cannon fodder!
  A fragment from a grenade flew and slapped Maria on her bare, round heel. Girls traditionally fight in bikinis and barefoot. And when it hits sharp on a rough, girlish sole, it hurts.
  The beauty winked and fired again... Maria is very slender, of medium height with a perfect figure.
  Alenka is taller, with the rank of major, and even a hero of the Soviet Union. But also almost naked, barely covered bikini. Very tanned, but her hair is white. And Alenka shoots very accurately. And he loves to throw grenades with his bare feet.
  The beautiful Alla shoots, knocking down four Arabs with a burst. Her hair is red, or rather copper-red, like a proletarian banner. And when the winds blow, it's like the flag of revolution. The girl sparkles with her emerald eyes, like stars. And brutally sweeps away enemies.
  Anyuta is also blonde. And firing a machine gun. The girl rested her bare feet, and gave a turn. Five assorted fighters were thrown up, and flew out of the chests and stomachs of adversaries, crimson fountains of blood.
  Anyuta, licking her full lips, chirped:
  - War is air for the lungs ...
  The girl is lying down, throwing a grenade with her bare foot. There are explosions. Several militants fly off in different directions.
  Matrena is a larger and fleshy girl. Her hair is light brown. A typical rural, young, blood-and-milk woman. Very strong physically and shoots well.
  Here again gives the queue. And the dead fascist mercenaries fall.
  Matryona shooting, says:
  - Okay, okay, where were you? By Grandma! - The girl fired, laying down three bearded Nazi fighters and added. - What did they eat - porridge! What did they drink? Brazhka!
  The girls are on the defensive. They do not let the Nazis go forward. And friendly songs roar:
  - We will destroy the whole world of violence,
  Down to the bottom and then...
  We will build a new, heavenly world -
  Who was nobody, he will become everything!
  Alenka again throws a grenade with her bare foot. Blows up advancing foot soldiers. It's getting hotter. Here comes the notorious "Lion" -2. And next to it is a more advanced E-50. Projectiles erupt. Tore off the head of a black American, and she rolled away.
  Maria stepped on a burning board, and her hardened legs almost did not feel the heat of the flame.
  The golden-haired beauty fired and purred:
  - And who will stop the flow of bloody mad rivers ...
  Maria fired again, knocking the African off the E-50's armor and chirping.
  - The beam from the blaster will hit the temple, a man disappeared in an evil flash!
  The girl fired again. She flashed her bare, tanned, graceful leg through the air. A grenade flew towards her. The golden-haired beauty deftly beat off the present with her bare, almost dust-free soles. The grenade flew back. Rushed in the ranks of the militants of the Third Reich. It seemed that watermelons were falling from the truck breaking. So much blood flowed.
  Maria tweeted:
  - The girl failed the exam, and the damned Reich came. Hitler was apparently tired of living, and his beauty famously ate!
  Alla is also a warrior not a miss. He scribbles to himself from machine guns, and sentences, scattering corpses:
  - For mom's spoon! For daddy's spoon! And for Koba scoop! And in bed on the barrel!
  A beauty with copper-red hair launches a wooden airplane with her bare foot. He flies straight to the massive, German tank "Lion". Sit on the muzzle of a 105mm cannon and it explodes. The weapon is out of order.
  The German turns around and is forced to shamefully flow away. Alla, rubbing her leg against a fragment of a building, says:
  - There is no power - you need a mind! You have to make noise!
  And again, the girl shoots very accurately. Her red hair is like the flame of an Olympic torch. Attractive girl. In the American army, she has already managed to distinguish herself, showing a furious temperament. It was especially good to start tricks with African Americans. They are so unusual and beautiful.
  Alla, however, also destroys blacks fighting in the army of the Third Reich. What did Germany conquer all of Africa. Try to stop such power.
  The E-50 is the latest tank, with a gas turbine engine, and thick side and frontal armor. It cannot be taken with a grenade. Alla threw a gift with her bare foot, knocked down several infantrymen and chirped:
  - Eh, you are reliable tank armor, from someone who intends to bite ... Only you know the power ... nya, you can only kick with a steel horse!
  Anyuta also shot very accurately. And she preferred to throw grenades with her feet. Her bare fingers also twisted the steel disc. The tip flew over and cut the throat of two fascist militants. They dropped the machine gun, and now a thick burst of large caliber slashed through the chains of the horde. A whole rank of foreign fighters recruited by raids into the army of the Third Reich.
  Anyuta chirped:
  - Luck is the reward for courage! One song is enough! To only sing about the house!
  But so far, the beauty has not had time to miss home. Although there are very few Soviet volunteers in the American army. Stalin did not want to shine, so as not to later give Hitler a reason to accuse Russia of violating the conditions of the "Straw Peace".
  Five girls - the best in the women's battalion, were warned that if they were captured, then the Motherland would have to renounce them. And the girls should in this case mow about the trivial mercenaries who were hired for money.
  Anyuta, Alena, and other girls understand that if they are captured, terrible torture awaits them. So they decided in any case not to be given alive to the Nazis.
  German attack aircraft fly over the positions of American troops. Not expecting that such stubborn resistance would meet them in the capital of Honduras, the Nazis were somewhat annoyed.
  Reactive, attack aviation is strong. Missiles are flying, guns are working.
  American soldiers are dying. Matryona was also hit by a shrapnel in her fleshy shoulder. Blood came out. The hero girl extracted a piece of steel with her teeth, spat out blood. And then again thrashed from a bulky submachine gun. Falling foreign mercenaries. Almost all the natives here, only their commanders are Germans, and even then not always. True, on the most modern E-50 tank, the crews are entirely German. The car has decent speed and maneuverability. Well, this is not the most perfect modification yet - it weighs seventy-five tons. The walls crumble under the tracks. Usually this one is made in three versions with a 105 mm cannon, with a 180 mm assault gun, and a 400 mm rocket launcher.
  And each modification has its own task. Here is this tank with an assault gun, more suitable for attacking cities. And it is not so easy to destroy it. Matryona makes the sign of the cross, and grabs with her bare fingers, her large, but graceful, beautifully shaped foot, an anti-tank grenade. Now you need to throw the present right down the barrel to disable the mastodon's weapon. Five machine guns cover a German, modern tank, and it is not so easy to get close to it.
  Matryona is very strong, and her horse-like legs throw a grenade far away. But that's not always accurate. In any case, to hit such a target as the barrel of a 180 mm cannon. The heroic girl has doubts. And suddenly miss.
  Oh, if their longtime partner Oleg Rybachenko were with them, then this brave pioneer would have come up with something.
  But the boy perished in the battles for Stalingrad. The girls did not know his future fate. But the fate of the pioneer inventor really turned out to be unenviable. At first, Oleg Rybachenko was brutally tortured, trying to snatch secrets. After the torture, an eleven-year-old boy ended up in the mines. The work is terrible, and extremely difficult. But the Soviet pioneer, small but wiry, turned out to be tenacious.
  He managed to survive, and even through the labyrinths of mines he decided to escape. And Oleg Rybachenko managed to get out. The boy wandered around the Balkans for some time, until he joined the local partisan detachment. There he became a liaison and a saboteur.
  There was still a fairly developed partisan movement in the Balkans. Partly also because the occupation service was carried out by Italians, Romanians, Bulgarians, Albanians - who are not as combat-ready as the regular units of the Wehrmacht.
  But the partisans still died a lot. Especially from air strikes. And the patriots of Yugoslavia are forced to hide in the mountains, forests, or at best small villages. A large number of commanders have already died. The peace signed with the USSR also worsened the situation. Now new punitive divisions began to arrive in the Balkans, which staged massive round-ups and carried out cleansing of the area.
  Oleg Rybachenko had to climb deeper and further into the mountains together with the partisans.
  Matryona, although she did not know the fate of their universal favorite, sighed heavily. Then she squeezed the grenade tighter with the fingers of her bare, girlish feet and, with all her strength, threw it at the enemy tank. E-50 just fired a shot, firing a lethal projectile.
  Matryona even shook, and she fell to her knees. A cobblestone torn from the pavement hit his head, and his bare heel was burned by red-hot metal. The girl rubbed her stunned head, with dusty hair.
  The grenade flew by, almost touching the barrel, and hit the tilted forehead of the car. There was an explosion ... But of course, 250 mm of frontal armor, and even at an angle, cannot penetrate a grenade.
  Matryona slammed her fist into the dust, raising a whole cloud of sand. Then she bellowed:
  - Kill it, kill it! You score a goal in the gate!
  The girl tapped her shin on the cracked asphalt. A fragment was stuck in the calluses of the heel. The skin on the girl's soles was as thick as a hippopotamus. She lived in a poor family, and almost never put on shoes from birth. However, her legs from this did not seem at all rough in shape, but were tanned, graceful, seductive.
  Matryona, however, scared the men a little with her sazhen height, and strong muscles, as well as fists with protruding knuckles. But the character of the girl-hero is the kindest, and wide hips were combined with a relatively thin waist, and a relief press. Only in clothes, because of her large breasts, Matryona could seem a little fat. In a bikini, she looks like a busty athlete.
  Annoyed, the girl threw the grenade again, this time aiming at the tracks. But the deadly present hit a thick, armored shield - covering the rollers.
  Matryona in annoyance pushed herself with her fist to the chin. This caused her jaw to ache. And the hero girl cursed:
  - I mow like a scythe!
  Anyuta also tried to hit the dangerous tank, but the grenade thrown by the girl's foot slightly missed. And the blonde began to pick up in the car. But then two more tanks appeared - "Lev", and "Panther" -2, they fired at all the approaches with machine guns. I had to be extremely careful.
  The American Sherman made a hitch to get close to the German cars. He had a chance to hit the "Panther" -2, only on board. But the German is not so easy to deceive. Moreover, the high silhouette of the Sherman makes it noticeable from a great distance.
  "Panther" -2 spat out a shell, and landed directly on the American's forehead. The tall car broke in half. And lit up like a Christmas candle.
  Anyuta said in annoyance:
  - Oh, how weak your tanks are ... Better to be more technical, you will become Yankees!
  But Alyonka, the most experienced warrior, was able to get close to the Panther. She threw a grenade ... And the long muzzle of a German car twisted into a ram's horn.
  "Panther"-2 tank, launched in a series in 1943. In the latest most massive modification, it has frontal armor of 150 mm, side armor of 82 mm at an angle, and an 88 mm gun with a barrel length of 71EL. From the new 1945, it was discontinued in favor of the more advanced and better protected E-50 model. But while this tank is fighting. With a weight of 51 tons, the car has an engine of 900 horsepower, which provides it with good driving performance.
  And now, having received damage, the Panther -2 turns around and leaves. Alyonka manages to throw another grenade with her bare foot. Broke the rollers. And the speed of the German car slowed down noticeably.
  Alenka says with a joyful look:
  - That's a hit! My kick is God's gift!
  And the girl showed the Germans her nose. But bursts of machine-gun fire poured out of the E-50. And the bullets whistled over Alena's white, somewhat soiled hair. One of the bullets even cut off a strand of hair. The major girl even felt a little ticklish.
  Alenka tweeted:
  - If you want to be like an elephant, get a bandit in a madhouse!
  The girl raised her cut strand with her toes. Alenka's hair is silky, pearl-colored, but slightly dusty. Yet so soft. The girl ran them over her soles. A little ticklish and pleasant.
  Alenka remembered how the guy caressed her. His hands also started from the soles, rising higher to the hips, and the most sensitive place. When a handsome young man strokes you, it is very pleasant. Alenka almost loved him. She liked the love game, and aroused the touch of a muscular male body. But Alenka didn"t have real, romantic love, when you go crazy over a man. She's changed a lot of boyfriends already. Many of her men died in battle.
  Even this was the curse of war. And here in America, there are muscular, black guys. And with them everything is so unusual.
  Alenka fired, shot a black man. Slightly sorry for the African boy. She killed a man fighting for interests alien to him. After all, the Germans are racists. They look at blacks, like slaves. But at the same time, Africans are recorded in the foreign divisions of the swollen Wehrmacht.
  Alyonka made a kind of fig with her bare toes and showed it to the Nazis. Yes, the nation of Germans itself does not bear damage here. Tanks are too thick armor to be penetrated by a grenade or a bazooka. But the native units are dying.
  Alenka throws a grenade at E-50. She swung her bare, tanned leg and darted, twisting her hips. And the grenade flew in a high arc. Bare toes left a feeling of touching metal. And then the grenade exploded.
  Alenka whispers:
  - God bless us!
  A hot wind blew on the girl, as if touched by a handsome man. Alenka was reading a book about Tarzan, and she really wanted this particular man to play with her. I would stroke my chest with strong hands.
  The grenade hit the muzzle, but exploded belatedly, flying off the metal. The fragments clattered like peas on armor. Only scratches remain!
  Alenka took out another grenade. But I saw that it was anti-personnel. And the anti-tank ones are over.
  The girl growled in annoyance. But in order not to waste time, she put it in her bare fingers. She unfolded her leg, bent her torso, then straightened it and threw it at the infantry.
  Half a dozen gunmen flew up like ping-pong balls. One of them's glasses flew off, and the fragments flew a couple of hundred meters, walked along Alenka's back. The bra burst, and the beautiful breasts of the major girl were exposed.
  The girl automatically covered her nipple strawberries. But then she realized who she was afraid of. And she shook her gun again. She gave a turn and stepped back a little.
  An American infantryman fired a bazooka. The shell hit the German tank on the sloping side, but 160 mm of armor survived, reflecting the destructive energy. The German fired back. His large caliber cannon split the wall.
  Alenka tried to tie her bra straps. The girl thought that, probably, Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya was driven in only shorts in the cold. It was in the Soviet film that she was depicted in a shirt or even in the likeness of a dress. One is just a tribute to hypocrisy. In fact, the Nazis, in order to more humiliate the captive girl, probably stripped her naked. Yes, and the hungry German soldiers probably wanted to see a pretty and curvy girl naked.
  So in the real story, the heroine girl couldn't cover her chest, so her hands were tied behind her back. But she was not ashamed and looked proudly. What walking barefoot in the snow, Alenka knew well. She was hardened, and liked to touch the snow with her bare soles. Alenka liked it and enjoyed it. But this is already hardened by years of war. And for the young and urban Zoe, apparently this is painful. The soles are like burning coals.
  Alyonka threw away her bra in annoyance and shouted:
  - Shame is a bourgeois concept! The Soviet woman is not afraid of anything and is not ashamed!
  The girl again began to nail from a machine gun, or rather a submachine gun. The metal has warmed up, after all, Honduras is the tropics, there, in February, it can be very hot. Alenka's fingers get hot. Gotta show up. Today is February 23rd. It is the day of the Soviet army and this requires fighting with all calm and reasonable fury.
  Alenka cut down five more with bullets, and accidentally burned her cheek on the red-hot breech of the machine gun. Unpleasantly, of course, a blister swelled up.
  Alenka cursed:
  - Well, God, why did you create so many problems for me and my country!
  The blister itched ... The girl's cheek is a very sensitive place. The girl tried to find something cold to apply to the swollen ball. But try to find at least something cool. In this hot city Moreover, the weather is clear, and the south wind was blowing.
  Alenka is clearly not at ease. Matryona throws a grenade from a long distance, but again unsuccessfully. And stormtroopers are already flying in the sky. German vehicles have strong armor and high speed.
  Jet planes come in waves, and it is as if they are cutting down strips of flax.
  Alenka hid in a gap. Fragmentation rockets blazed from above. The girl felt pieces of gravel falling from above with needles. It tickled her bare neck. The beauty's nipples were also pricked.
  Elena whispered:
  - This is a massage ... But not a corsage!
  The girl felt how painful it was to itch her body almost to the head. And it's so hot, and bursting jet rockets add to the heat. And is it a bath?
  Alenka remembered a natural Russian bath, with spruce brooms. How the girl was then threshed.
  Such here exotic have appeared sensations.
  Alenka, to cheer up, sang:
  - Love and death! Good and evil! What is holy, what is sinful! We are destined to understand!
  The girl got up, shook off all this sticky dirt and debris.
  Alenka growled:
  - Oh, you will get Hitler in the horns!
  And the girl major fired a line at the infantrymen who were trying to rise to attack. Several militants recruited by round-up fell. Alyonka wiped her dirty face, her eyes stinged. The warrior spat and crossed herself.
  Again opened fire from machine guns, the militants crawled. The red-haired Alla also threw a grenade with her bare foot. The present jumped up and hit the Nazis. Ten people were killed.
  The redhead sang:
  - There is a lot of good in the world, only it is covered with snow!
  And the girl opened fire from a submachine gun, only using not her hands, but her dexterous fingers, bare feet.
  Alla shot accurately and howled:
  -Hit! Hit! Another hit! Another blow and here ... Mighty demon, God's gift, makes an uppercut!
  And with her hands, the girl threw shards of glass. She struck the Nazis and chirped:
  - And for those who do not want to live in peace ... We make them hara-kiri!
  The Japanese really showed up. These narrow-eyed fighters. Well, how not to make hara-kiri like that.
  Having discharged the clip of the machine gun, Alla picked up the grenade with her bare fingers and threw it at the samurai. They received a present, several mutilated Japanese, flew off in different directions.
  Alla stuck out her tongue and murmured:
  - I'm a super warrior! And the enemy killed hyper!
  The Chinese, recruited by the Japanese in the occupied regions of the Celestial Empire, went into battle. The warriors of China walked fearlessly, and the girls, having unloaded their submachine guns, were forced to back away.
  Maria metal bare feet fragments of plaster and glass. The other girls did the same. It became very difficult.
  The Shturmlev appeared, a powerful machine with a jet bomber. Here is such as dolbanet - it will not seem enough.
  The first shot rumbled ... Anyuta, Alla and Matryona were thrown up by an explosive wave, like a fountain of a gigantic whale. The girls flew several dozen meters, and plopped their bare feet right into the fire.
  From there, the girls jumped out scalded and scorched. They slapped their bare soles on the coals.
  Allah hissed with annoyance:
  - The bull is first under the ax, and then they are fried! And we were first fried, and then under the ax!
  And the Komsomol girl laughed! But then she got sad. I remembered that her friend was in captivity. The Germans undressed the young girl, and began to bring fire to her naked chest. Such terrible pain. The girl screamed, and the delicate skin was charred. These fascists turned out to be bigots. They didn"t even ask questions, and before they even laid out a fire, under the bare feet of the captive. The Komsomol member, in the end, could not stand the torture and died from a painful shock.
  Alla, remembering this, slapped on hot coals. Matrona burst ahead of her. This village girl has tanned skin, and you can"t take her with a blowtorch. Why not a superman girl? Matrena sees a bazooka with a shell dropped by a dead American soldier. He picks it up with his foot, throws it into his arms. And from all over he planted.
  The projectile flies and hits the forced Chinese. Lots of screams and moans. Mass of corpses. And severed limbs.
  Matrena sang an ancient song:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground! Under the pressure of steel and fire!
  The girls finally ran out of the coals. Their graceful, bare feet got it.
  Anyuta, as the most tender of them, twitched and rubbed her bare soles, trying to relieve the itch.
  Matryona, who had been running barefoot in the snow since early childhood, did not pay attention to such a trifle.
  The heroic girl sang:
  - And you imagine that we plunged into fresh milk .. The reward is a thing that comes with time!
  And the warrior took a chipped, and very weighty piece of tile with her foot. Holding it tenaciously with her bare, girlish fingers, she spun it and launched it towards the enemy. Three Chinese were victims of the present of death, their heads were crushed.
  Alla said with a satisfied look, shooting at the enemy:
  We are cool women!
  Anyuta, in order to slightly relieve the itching in her burnt, or rather scorched legs, sang:
  - There are women in our Fatherland,
  What they drive, joking plane ....
  For them, honor is more precious than life,
  It will be easy to kill the adversary!
  
  They are born to win
  To glorify Rus' for centuries!
  After all, our great grandfathers -
  For them, he gathered an army at once!
  And Anyuta scribbled from the machine gun. And she did it very skillfully. For everyone to feel - this is a warrior from God! If not from the Almighty, then from Mars for sure!
  Alenka also shot. Together with Maria, they were forced to back away, picking up clips from the dead American soldiers. The girls fell on their backs and shot back with their feet - that's how they did it better. And they did it neatly. A mixture of Chinese and African troops was advancing on the girls. And the warriors thrashed.
  Alenka sang:
  - The world is not a chessboard...
  Maria picked up this passage, exterminating the yellow and black mercenaries.
  - And the figures are not round zero!
  Alyonka added to the line of yellow and black:
  - Anguish attacks us!
  Maria, firing with Robin Hood's accuracy, chirped:
  - And the horse rushes into the fire!
  The girls, firing back, retreated behind the minefield. Chinese and African fighters ran into the gifts. They began to undermine, they jumped up, tearing them apart, and a bloody mess.
  Several Panther-2 tanks appeared in the distance. They are shooting, and they are afraid to poke their noses. "Lion" -2 moves forward, also spits a spark. And here is the flamethrower tank "Rhino", drooling, with beams of flame.
  But the most formidable is Shturmlev. His rocket launcher isn't very fast-firing, but it's devastating as hell.
  Alenka whispers:
  - Russians, Russians - not a calm fate! Well, why to be stronger - we need trouble!
  Indeed, they are fighting far from Russia. But it is clear that the Wehrmacht, having conquered the United States, will return to put the squeeze on the USSR. And Americans for girls are so sweet and dear.
  Alenka nails again, from her hits, pumpkins and heads seem to burst under the shovels. The girl gets a fragment on the leg. A cut swells on the lower leg. Beauty cracked her bone and chirped:
  - No, the vigilant will not fade,
  The gaze of a falcon, eagle ...
  The voice of the people is sonorous -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine
  The way, illuminating communism!
  At that moment, Matryona, with all her might, threw a grenade at the Shturmlev. And the Soviet girls were finally lucky. The armored cap fell back, the Soviet gift flew right into the wide muzzle. For a second, everything froze. And then how it exploded. It was like dropping an atomic bomb. And the German tanks scattered in different directions.
  The Nazis pressed. There was a massive attack literally on all fronts. Yes, red clouds have gathered over America. And it literally rumbled and stormed.
  American troops were forced out of Honduras in late February and early March. The fighting moved to the south of Mexico. The famous four girls changed the tank to the latest modification of the E-50. The car is really ultra-modern, controlled by joysticks, relatively light at 65 tons with an engine of 1550 horsepower.
  The frontal armor is 250 mm, the side armor is 170 mm, and even at a significant slope. But because of this, the girls in the tank are a little cramped. It's not so much comfortable here as in the "Tiger" -2, so the car is compacted and especially the layout. But now the tank cannot be penetrated by American tanks, even when firing at the side at close range. Such protection is able to withstand the shot of the IS-2.
  The girls are happy and the car goes quite quickly. Gerda, pressing the buttons of the joystick, says:
  - This is a machine! Truly a masterpiece!
  Charlotte responds:
  - The sides are very sloping and the hatch is narrow, there is almost no top. You can"t break through such a machine, but it"s not comfortable!
  Gerda enthusiastically remarked:
  - But effective! And completely impenetrable!
  Magda replied with a smile:
  - As we see, God patronizes Germany!
  Christina giggled and replied:
  - We win victories ourselves! And this is the essence of our strategy!
  Gerda remarked enthusiastically:
  - Until recently, the Lev tank seemed to us the limit of perfection. And now the car is twenty-five tons lighter, surpasses the "Lion" in armament, armor, and especially in driving performance. So America can't break us!
  Charlotte laughed and said:
  - Don't break it! We will break them all!
  Here in the sight of Magda appeared "Sherman". The girl sent a projectile straight at the target. Broke the car.
  Still, it must be admitted that the Americans in tank building are noticeably behind. "Sherman" clearly does not pull in battles, and "Pershing" is only slightly better. Moreover, the Pershings appeared in the series only at the beginning of the forty-fifth year, and in their parameters are similar to the early Panther model. E-50 punches Americans at a distance of more than five kilometers.
  The girls are very proud of such superiority of their weapons. And they whistle songs.
  Magda fires again, punches through, this time a shielded Sherman, and chirps:
  - Dispersed the ball and rushed off at a gallop!
  Even the Sherman screens did not help. A German tank is driving itself. Crushes infantrymen with caterpillars. Girls whistle songs on harmonicas. Splattering blood under the rollers. The tank moves fast enough, and its tracks are more advanced and passable, while being relatively light.
  The girls are whistling... Gerda remarks:
  - Mexico is the last country on the way to the USA. We have already taken so many different capitals. And so many countries conquered! We started the first conquest from Austria and now we are moving to Mexico City! Our military company is a glorious company!
  Christina answered logically:
  - First of all, we are superior to our opponents in organization. A small country is Germany. The Germans are the most disciplined and highly organized people in the world. Plus a totalitarian National Socialist regime. Which also added strength and organization to us. - The girl ran her bare foot along the alloy side armor of the hull and continued. - Then the brilliant talents of our generals and, first of all, Hitler. We have broken our opponents piece by piece. And then they got the best technology in the world. So now we have a triumph ahead of us! And the Third Reich opens its wings over the world!
  Charlotte rationally remarked:
  - The worst was the winter of forty-two. We were defeated in Africa and near Moscow. They left Tikhvin and Rostov-on-Don. And even Kharkov was captured by the Soviets. And the United States entered the war against us. That's when it seemed: that the scales swung not in our favor and the abyss loomed ahead. But spring brought us new victories. And since then, everything has gone in our favor!
  Magda fired. Shot down an American gun and chirped:
  - But still, without the intervention of higher powers, our army would not have been able to achieve such success! Defeating superior enemies! This is the hand of God!
  
  Gerda laughed and replied:
  - I agree that God's! But not God: Abraham, Isaac and Jacob! And apparently the Aryan, one and Almighty God! The one who created the universe and chose the Germans as his people!
  Charlotte nodded and confirmed:
  - Certainly! The God of Isaac is not our God! And if the Jews really were the people of God, we would not have won! And if so, then your Bible Magda is a lie! And it's time for you to abandon Christianity in favor of Aryan monotheism!
  Charlotte's words sounded like machine gun fire.
  Christina added:
  - And it looks like treason, being a Christian. After all, it turns out you are for pacifism - they hit you on your right cheek, turn your left!
  Gerda saw fit to add:
  -And you think that salvation is from the Jews! And this is generally - akin to betrayal!
  Magda timidly objected:
  - I do not think so! My opinion God is one! And not Jewish, and not Aryan!
  Charlotte yelled back.
  -How is it not Aryan! Only Aryan and no less!
  Gerda added conciliatoryly:
  And also technology! Where did we start? In September 1939 they had only six tank divisions. And almost all tanks are light, less than twenty tons. Now I myself do not know how many divisions we have, but we are riding on the best tank in the world. Our vehicle is unparalleled in terms of armament, armor, driving performance, and at the same time it is not outrageous in terms of weight.
  I remember the tests of the first "Tiger", then on Hitler's birthday on April 20, 1042.
  The girl paused and, taking a breath, continued.
  - Then the "Tiger" was already the best tank in the world. But its driving performance cannot be considered satisfactory. But on the other hand, the gun gave a good fight, and the armor was quite suitable for that moment. And the tank itself turned well, which compensated for the low rotation speed of the turret!
  And in the fortieth year, we were inferior to France and Britain as tanks, and their numbers. But they won! In the forty-first year, the USSR had better T-34 and KV tanks than ours, and several times more vehicles! But we still won! And morality is technology and reason! And spirit matters!
  Christina noted, rubbing her bare heel on the pedal:
  - If we won with the worst tanks, then we will win now! Of course, at first there were fewer of us than enemies. Now we have gathered a horde! What can stop us from winning?
  Gerda replied with a smile:
  - I think the main difficulties are behind us! We even have numbers now
  Overweight. I do not think that the company against the US will run into problems.
  Charlotte logically remarked:
  - I do not believe that America has something against us! Her Sherman is just cannon fodder, and her Pershing is only marginally better. While against our tank, they have no guns!
  Gerda saw fit to add:
  - And in jet aircraft they have nothing to cover our falcons with. Moreover, having so many slaves, and we are not inferior in number to the Yankees!
  Christina agreed with this:
  - We have equipment - all of Europe and part of the USSR. And workers - half the world! We have transferred our factories to a three-shift mode of operation, and we are building new factories! The Americans will not be able to give us an asymmetric answer, due to the number. They don't trivially have that many hands!
  Charlotte giggled and moved her knee into the chair, growled:
  They won't be symmetrical! - The girl fired at the "Grant" and added. - And if equipment begins to be produced, then only for the collection of combat scores by us!
  Magda timidly remarked:
  - But when life ... That is, life teaches that it is not necessary to relax at a decisive moment!
  Gerda agreed with this, and turning the lever with her bare fingers, she murmured:
  "And we remain vigilant until the end!"
  Charlotte pulled in her relief abs and reminded:
  - We have come a long way... From the modest T-1 to the giant E-200. And these, of course, are milestones of a heroic campaign! In the same way, our tank will never go to metal!
  Finally, the girls came across a dozen American tanks. Eight Shermans, two Grants and two Pershings. The last car had a lower silhouette and is not as noticeable. Getting into a tall tank is easier. The girls took turns shooting. They are all sharp and have great responsiveness. Hardened and trained. Passed a significant part of the Second World War and visited different countries of the world. They are truly top notch girls.
  And the Shermans were the first to explode. And the distance is more than five kilometers. The Americans still cannot get their car.
  Shooting, Gerda noted:
  - We have the best gun! It pierces everything from a distance of a real battle, and a fairly large supply of shells. Here 128 mm will be worse.
  Magda agreed with this. Having fired and smashed the Sherman, the girl said:
  - The stock of shells for this caliber is lower. But in principle, 88-mm weapons are not bad in principle!
  Charlotte fired and interjected:
  - Watching for what!
  Gerda barked harshly:
  - And this "Sherman" and "Panther" will take. I think a 75mm gun with a long trunk could have thinned them out!
  Christina fired with her bare foot and snarled:
  - Yes, and the supply of shells would be higher!
  Magda also fired, pressing the joystick with her bare fingers. The last "Sherman" donkey. The next blow was transferred to the Grands. This tank is already so outdated, and even worse armored than the Sherman. However, America initially had much worse tanks than Germany. In the fortieth year, the United States had only 502 tanks, and even then many were obsolete. But already in the forty-first year, the Americans produced more than three thousand tanks. And then there was the Sherman. What can be said about this car? In terms of frontal armor, it even slightly surpassed the T-34-76, and was slightly inferior in the destructive power of the gun. Yes, and in driving performance. But on the other hand, optics and visibility are much better than Soviet ones.
  Then the Sherman M 4 appeared already in the forty-fourth year. The tank is comparable in armor and armament to the T-34-85 and somewhat inferior to the simple Panther and very much to the Panther -2. Even later, the Sherman firefly appeared, with a longer 17-pounder gun. This tank was superior to the Soviet T-34-85 in armament, but was not very massive.
  There was also a shielding modification of the Sherman with worse driving performance, heavier, but with armor of 152 mm. But also not the most massive. So far, the Germans have come across only standard M4s.
  But now the Grands are finished, and now the relatively new Pershing tank.
  Gerda suggested:
  - Let's get a little closer. This monster might have thicker armor!
  Charlotte grimaced contemptuously.
  - Don't worry! He has only 102 millimeters. The car weighs forty-two tons, but it left the Sherman strong!
  Gerda giggled and suggested:
  - Then let's shoot!
  Magda held out her chiselled, bare foot. How many different sharp, sharp stones, hot sand of deserts, thorns of the jungle, snows of Russia have known her bare, elastic, graceful soles. She pressed long, smooth fingers with mother-of-pearl nails on the joystick button.
  And fired an armor-piercing projectile with a uranium core. And she chirped with a smile:
  - Let there be light for you!
  The 105 mm cannon has a huge destructive effect. And "Pershing" lost half of the tower.
  Gerda shook her high, firm breasts and remarked:
  - Alas, the "Tiger" could not do this! He lacked punching power! But still, it's better than the Sherman.
  Magda remarked skeptically:
  - Watching what. If screens are hung on the Firefly, then it will be no worse than the Tiger, it is even better protected in the forehead!
  Gerda shook her head angrily. Shot at the tank. And finishing off the last "Pershing" added:
  - Our "Tiger" is still more expensive, all these Western exotics, and Russian perversions. I believe in our victory, even with T-4 tanks, so be it!
  Twelve cars, the girls clicked like seeds. They weren't even shot at. Painfully long distance for American guns.
  The girls go and laugh. Good for them.
  Charlotte starts the familiar hurdy-gurdy again:
  - No, Magda! You should renounce Christianity once and for all. Otherwise, you will be a potential traitor!
  The golden-haired girl retorted:
  - No! I am devoted to the Third Reich, but I will not renounce Jesus Christ either!
  Gerda slapped her beautiful, muscular leg on the armor with her bare sole and remarked:
  "But Christ must not be denied!" Only we must admit that he was a German in the flesh, and not a Jew, and everything will be all right!
  Magda replied with a smile:
  - German... But what about the evidence of the Bible?
  Gerda said harshly:
  - Then you Bible! If there is a Main Caf!
  Magda shook her head.
  - Mein Kaf is not a Divine revelation. And the work of one person, even an outstanding one! I believe in what comes from God!
  Then all the warriors shouted in chorus:
  - Our God is Adolf Hitler!
  Magda bravely answered:
  - But it was not Hitler who conquered and created the universe!
  Gerda angrily thumped her round heel on the armor and declared:
  - And this is no longer discussed by us! Who created the universe, time will tell!
  Charlotte suggested:
  - Let the girls better ask ourselves the question - what will we do after the war?
  Christina grinned and suggested:
  -Let's go to business! This is the best we can do!
  Gerda nodded in agreement with her snow-white head:
  - Of course, in business! Or maybe we will act in films?
  Magda smiled and suggested:
  - And what? This is a good continuation of a career! After all, movies are great!
  Gerda grinned, ran her hand over her relief press and remarked:
  - And who would you play? Angel what?
  Magda with a languid look, said:
  - Why not? Because I have the right look. I would tell about Jesus Christ to all believers! That would be a lifesaver!
  Gerda shook her head negatively and explained:
  - In the new Aryan religion there is no such thing as salvation. In fact, the essence of the command to the Aryan is to serve the Reich. And the rest - to obey the Aryans! So we do not save ourselves, but rule!
  Christina is a girl with copper, but with an admixture of yellow hair, confirmed:
  - Yes, we rule and conquer! In this world, we are in the troops of the Third Reich. In that we will have our own army. And we will conquer other universes. Everything in this world is relative... I think there will be war, and feasts, and estates! Combinations of enjoying the world, and an exciting game of war!
  Charlotte is a girl with copper-red hair, nodded in agreement.
  - Certainly! For a truly peaceful life is boring ... We are so used to fighting that it has become bread for us!
  Gerda corrected her partner:
  - Rather, even air! Or water mixed with sweet wine!
  Magda said sadly:
  - It's a pity ... Sometimes a wave of regret rolls over me. After all, killing others is bad. We cause pain and suffering! What, children without a father!
  Gerda shook her head, remarking:
  We are all at risk! But be comforted! Man is still mortal! And if you think about it, is it really significant thirty or forty years on the scale of eternity? And eternal life!
  Magda answered with a sigh:
  - Well, if you look philosophically, then this is how it is ... But for really young children, this does not make it any easier!
  Charlotte tossed her copper-red hair and hissed:
  - Imagine that they are subhuman! Just animals and you will feel better!
  Magda, shaking a tear from her eyelashes, answered:
  - But after all and animals it is a pity! Oh... what a world we live in! Everything is simply ruthless! And death rules!
  Charlotte spoke forcefully, composing as she went:
  Let the rivers of blood
  flowing on the earth,
  Let them moan in pain -
  Fires everywhere!
  And let the evil death
  A furious ball rules,
  You all die
  Satan has called you to account!
  Let the whirlwind devour
  The flow of human bodies...
  The planet is suffering
  Mayhem reigns!
  Gerda interrupted his partner, covering her scarlet mouth with his bare leg. The blonde terminator exclaimed:
  - Well, why so pessimistic! Here the war will end and the planet will bloom like a garden. I think there are a few left. America is another six months, well, the biggest year. Then we will add Russia, and only Japan will remain. But this is short-lived for us. At the most, in three years all wars will stop... And people will never kill each other again!
  Christina elaborated:
  - In any case, in the war ... I think the time will come, and very soon, when only one empire will remain in the world. And then, in any case, there will be no wars. And I think, thanks to the development of agriculture and the ideal German organization, hunger will also disappear in a few years. Then housing will be built for everyone. - The girl with copper-yellow hair and a muscular, slender and perfectly proportioned figure spoke with enthusiasm. "Then medicine will develop and disease will be eradicated. We will fly into space, we will settle in different worlds. Let's conquer old age. All people will be young and beautiful, like fabulous elves. Or maybe new wars await us in space. Such stellar with three-armed aliens. And we will boldly fight for the ideas of fascism throughout the universe!
  Charlotte, with a radiant smile on her lips, sang:
  - We will fight for a bright tomorrow... Let's kiss!
  Magda has already stated more optimistically:
  - But it's better this way! Not eternal wars, but peaceful creation!
  At that moment, the car ran over a mine. The tank shook. The roller burst, and the car slowed down a bit. Gerda called a repair team on the radio. The damage did not deprive the tank of driving performance, but somewhat reduced its speed. Therefore, the roller must be replaced quickly. Here the location of the suspension is different - more convenient for repair than the staggered order characteristic of the "Tigers" and "Panthers".
  Moreover, the girls gladly warmed up in the jungle. Why not swim in the river. The tank, of course, the place is hot, even the air conditioner can not cope. There is still the south of Mexico - the tropics, and in March it is quite hot. But in general the weather is heavenly.
  The river was nearby and the girls plunged into it. You don't have to worry about crocodiles. There is a war going on here, and all living creatures have fled for a long time. The water is warm and pleasant to swim in. The girls swam and, admiring the shores of the jungle, Gerda noticed:
  -Still, our world is not devoid of charm! It would probably be good to become immortal like a mountaineer, and all live together with humanity, watching its development. And fly through space!
  Cristina nodded, saying seriously:
  - Paradise without sin, extremely boring ... Not a fortune in a casino to lose, but even better to win, or to hunt. Yes, war is addictive...
  Charlotte suggested:
  - I think that soon they will invent games that can be portrayed on the screen - such are the military!
  Magda remarked with a smile:
  - You should destroy everything!
  Christina took it and sang:
  - Destruction is a passion ... No matter what kind of power!
  Gerda, wheezing and snorting, sang:
  - I want to see emptiness in front of me! In it I will build my castle, my dream!
  Charlotte giggled and suggested:
  - No, it's certainly great to fight! But it's even better to win!
  Christina exclaimed at the top of her lungs:
  - The right hand of heaven itself helps Germany. Our Aryan faith, our unique monotheism! And what doesn't kill us makes us stronger!
  Gerda splashed water and answered:
  - Yes, we have become stronger! It's a pity we just stumbled upon an anti-tank mine.
  Christina said thoughtfully:
  - And how to protect the caterpillars?
  Gerda shrugged her muscular shoulders.
  - Don't know...
  Charlotte rationally remarked:
  - They are protected from shells with shields, and from mines ... Unless they are made of thicker, so as not to burst!
  Gerda shook her head.
  - Then the driving performance will drop due to the increase in weight. That would make the tank flying!
  Magda confirmed:
  - That's it! So that the tank soars in the air and does not fall! And developed speeds of five hundred miles per hour!
  Charlotte, splashing, reported the information:
  - I heard that our fleet has special ships that fly a little bit without touching the water! And they develop the speed of a screw fighter, and can carry troops, as well as gain dominance at sea! Such aviation at sea will make us invincible!
  Gerda corrected her partner:
  - And we are already invincible! This will make us - super invincible!
  Charlotte turned on her back, kicked her bare, chiseled legs in the air and cooed:
  - When we are united, we are invincible! We are Aryan girls, killers in our hearts!
  And the beauty dived deeper into the water. Went a little deeper. She slapped her friends on the bare heels and emerged. She launched a fountain of water, cooing:
  - What a good spring in the tropics! Water is like steamed milk!
  Gerda sang jokingly:
  - Africa is terrible yes, yes, yes .... Africa is dangerous yes, yes, yes! Do not go girls to Africa for a walk!
  The beauties laughed. The skating rink has already been changed - repair teams are at their best. And the girls from all over jumped into the tank. The silhouette of the E-50 is quite low and the car itself is not too noticeable. The female warriors turned on the gas turbine engine and picked up speed in a few seconds.
  Charlotte, an experienced tanker, remarked:
  - Still, a gas turbine engine is much better than a diesel one. It is both more compact and accelerates the tank faster. Our car has marvelous maneuverability!
  Gerda jokingly sang:
  - He was careless and naive, the girls had a bare young look ... Everything around seemed marvelous - three hundred years ago!
  Christina enthusiastically remarked:
  - No! Our commander strikes with a sense of humor... Although it really seems like centuries have passed since the beginning of the war... - The girl ran her hand over her high, elastic chest and continued. - At the same time, sometimes you catch yourself feeling like it was yesterday! Oh, after all, people's lives are short and somehow pass unnoticed!
  Gerda remarked fiercely:
  But we're not old, are we? We are full of strength and energy! And our path from victory to
  Victory!
  Magda lined the machine-gun tower, demolished the American cell, and cooed:
  - Yes, I believe in our victory ... Especially now, when we have all the trump cards. But let's not put the cart before the horse!
  Gerda remembered with a sigh:
  - Albert... I miss this boy... It's strange to fall in love with a brat, even tall, with the build of Apollo!
  Charlotte logically remarked:
  I liked Albert too. It has some special beauty. And in general, teenagers, when their physiognomies have not yet become covered with a beard, and their facial features have not completed their formation, are distinguished by their special charm. And most importantly, they are not so mercantile yet, they love you, not your money!
  Christina rationally remarked:
  - All four of us are so beautiful that men love our bodies first of all. And how much we have - this is our income!
  Gerda logically said:
  - Being a woman is easier! Call the dog, and he will jump into bed. At least while you're young. You will never be without a man. It's easy to attract them. But a man, in order to put a woman to bed, should try ....
  Charlotte answered sarcastically:
  - Not you after all ... We are not too picky!
  Gerda shook her fair head in the negative.
  - Not certainly in that way! I love young, handsome, curvy men. And I don't go to bed with anyone. As a rule, I choose athletically built. Some with a belly, even a general does not attract me. And we can choose!
  Charlotte giggled and remarked:
  - Here is a prostitute on the panel, you don't have to choose. And pot-bellied will serve, and bald, and old ... This is of course a minus of her profession!
  Gerda answered seriously:
  - You can go to a soldier's brothel ... Then all your clients will be young and slender. And variety and more or less attractive ... For example, I never refuse a handsome man!
  Christina giggled and cooed:
  - Yes... Variety turns on! Sex requires different dishes and spices. We are young women and we love the young ... We want sports partners with muscular bodies. And someone has to deal with not-so-handsome men. You can only sympathize with these women!
  Charlotte sang with anguish:
  - Beauty turns a man into a slave ... And after death, believe I will not find peace, I will give my soul to the devil for a night with you!
  Magda fired at the American Witch self-propelled gun and chirped:
  - It's a sin, what kind of sex is ours outside of marriage ... It's better to leave lustful thoughts!
  Charlotte replied angrily:
  - And you moaned from orgasms no worse than us ... So you shouldn't breed a hypocrite nurse.
  The Germans are playing against the USA. Fortunately, their hands in the war with the USSR are untied and no one interferes with advancing and winning. And they have many great heroes.
  Such a great was the Third Reich.
  The war machine of the Wehrmacht was advancing through Mexico. Fierce fights, a lot of blood and broken metal. The foreign units of the Third Reich also suffered many losses. The Nazis tried to protect the Aryans as much as possible. Africans, Arabs, Indians, Chinese were thrown into battle. The Japanese also used more colored army. This somewhat slowed down the pace of progress. The Germans themselves sat in heavy tanks. The Fuhrer ordered that all tanks lighter than fifty tons be taken out of production and switched to the latest E-50 model. And also to use exclusively heavy armored vehicles in battles with the Americans.
  This somewhat slowed down the advance of the Germans in Mexico. Fritz deployed the latest tank, fired and used jet attack aircraft with enhanced armor. The Americans rolled back. March has been busy.
  Pilot and superas Friedrich scored points. The boy fought on the latest modification of the ME-262 "X" and very confidently improved his scores. At the same time, knocking out both air and ground targets. Helga raced beside him on the right hand. Also a hopeful warrior. Friedrich has already become a real legend, like a fantastic superman.
  And now the boy fires a burst of five airguns. Immediately, fifty American planes explode. They are carried from one air projectile. The rest of the cars were frozen in a stupor. They've never seen anything like it. And Friedrich fires again. And fifty more American vultures are blown up. This is truly a miracle. Helga fires, shoots down four planes, and whispers to the ace boy:
  - You are a superman of the highest level!
  American planes are trying to run away, but the third turn licks off another half a hundred. Friedrich's accuracy is unbelievable. He is truly both a superman and a child. And one hundred and fifty American planes are destroyed. Helga managed to shoot down five cars, the rest of the German fighters even less.
  The boy says:
  - A hen pecks grain by grain, and gains weight more than a pig swallowing large pieces.
  And now Friedrich took up ground targets. Gertrude, pressing her bare feet on the pedals, barely keeps up with the boy. Friedrich fires on a tank column. One burst from a vertical dive destroys: seventeen Sherman tanks, eight Grands, four Pershings, nine Witch self-propelled guns, three Big Toms, and eighteen transporters. All these cars are hit and on fire. Inside them, a combat kit begins to tear. And the destruction of the whole column follows, literally in a few seconds.
  Helga, this beautiful blonde spanks with bare feet, exclaims:
  - Friedrich is the coolest ace with us, it's just that the highest class is going on!
  The boy shows her nose and giggles... Turns his ME-262 and looks for prey again. He has developed intuition. Here flashed seven "Mustangs" in the clouds. And then they were shot down. Then the boy attacked the columns. He began to take revenge on everyone, smash both motorcycles and transporters. And no one objects! Americans are just being exterminated.
  Something manages to grab and Helga.
  The girl fights in one bikini. This is her credo, as many female pilots do. And why is it noted that for women, when death does not come to them with a minimum of clothing. Somehow more lucky and invulnerable girls who fight barefooted. And this phenomenon makes the female pilots undress as much as possible.
  And in the heat, naked is more pleasant. It"s the end of March, and it"s very hot over Mexico, and in the plane itself, the engine is also adding heat.
  Helga admires the boy's turns. Here he destroys with one call, twenty-four more Shermans, of which six are shielded.
  The boy looks like the most ordinary kid of thirteen or fourteen years old, but he has such phenomenal accuracy and strength. And women stick to the blond boy like needles to a magnet. Moreover, Friedrich is already a colonel-general of aviation.
  And he was awarded many awards. Including such orders as the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Also the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaf swords and black diamonds. Star of the Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Ten ordinary Knight's Crosses of the Iron Cross with swords and diamonds. As well as the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. Luftwaffe Cup in gold and diamonds. Diamond Star Tank Destroyer, Diamond Star Artillery Destroyer, and more.
  As soon as Frederick was not awarded. His account of destroyed aircraft is approaching ten thousand. Upon reaching ten thousand, a new award has already been prepared: the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with platinum leaves, swords and diamonds. As well as the platinum Luftwaffe Cup set in diamonds.
  Right now Friedrich is destroying another column of tanks. Then, with a careless movement of a bare, boyish foot, he shoots down nineteen American aircraft, including two B-29s. Yes, he really is an incredibly cool boy.
  Friedrich utters a not indisputable phrase:
  - Able boys make more discoveries than brilliant old men!
  And in fact, the teenager is the coolest warrior in the world! And he began to fight when he was not yet eleven years old! But time passes and the boy grows up. He is the greatest phenomenon. And there is something in him, especially at the gene level, although he is of a completely normal height for his age, only very muscular.
  Here he makes another burst ... He shoots down eight Airacobras and six P-51s. Cool boy, don't say anything. Then knocks out several batteries, destroying more than seventy guns. Well, it's time to go back, replenish the fuel in the tanks and the combat kit!
  Helga also knocked out two cannons and seems pleased. Friedrich returns with a colossal acquisition. Such a happy boy. Still, he would noticeably improve his accounts. Almost immediately, the young ace transfers to another jet fighter, without waiting for his car to be refueled. And Gertrude is already flying with him. Also a gorgeous blonde in a bikini.
  Friedrich waves to her and hoists his high-speed car. This ME-262 is capable of accelerating to 1200 kilometers per hour.
  Crazy speed and at the same time strong maneuverability are characteristic of these machines. Friedrich shoots from a distance at the Mustangs - knocks down eight pieces and adds speed.
  Gertrude laughs:
  Well, you are a knight! I'm up for you!
  Friedrich laughs and sticks out his tongue and bellowed:
  - And Mr. Superstar! And the mountains obey me!
  And shoots again, knocks down a dozen cars. And she giggles again... Gertrude remarks with a chuckle:
  - You, something that even Russians are afraid of!
  Friedrich winked at the girl, although she hardly sees him clearly:
  - I think the coolest are the Americans!
  Gertrude howls in response:
  - You're macho! You are macho!
  The boy giggled and chirped:
  - I'm super macho!
  Gertrude hissed with a touch of silver bells in her voice:
  - Hero, you are the superhero of all comics and all eras!
  Friedrich gave the turn. He shot down about thirty aircraft, including five bombers. Cars scattered in the air like singed confetti. The boy grinned and said:
  - But the flower of love does not grow, without glory and success!
  Gertrude pressed the lever with her bare foot, and chirped:
  - Love with the war gentlemen, I was caught in the net! War imagine nonsense do not be love in the world!
  The girl shot down a US Air Force plane by pressing the trigger with her bare fingers and continued.
  - Sometimes an assistant in everything, sometimes it does harm skillfully ... And we call the war holy, and call it vile!
  Gertrude chirped and shot down another plane. And the terminator boy is fifteen at once!
  Friedrich sang with enthusiasm:
  We swear to the great Fuhrer
  Honor to keep and fight to the end ...
  Because his power is like the sun,
  Because the country sharpens the sword!
  The girl threw her bare legs, then pulled her knees up to her full chest. Then she sang:
  - I love sex and heroes ... The Fuhrer has risen - he will kill everyone!
  Friedrich once again nailed from a distance. He shot down forty aircraft with a friendly volley of air guns.
  The boy chirped:
  - And I'm Zeus and Poseidon in one bottle!
  Gertrude shot down the plane graciously left to her by the superace and sang:
  - And now Ares and Mars are looking at us with delight ... And they can see to their liking what is happening in general!
  The young superman squealed as he shot down another dozen American planes:
  - I ride, but I ride differently, over stones, over puddles, over dew ...
  Gertrude slammed into an American stormtrooper, using her bare, graceful foot, hissing:
  - This is Love! Of course love!
  The girl shook her high, very seductive breasts. Not everything worked out for the beauty, but the attack aircraft caught fire and began to fall apart.
  Gertrude chirped sweetly:
  - In my pupils - a nightmare ... One jump - one hit!
  But there are planes in the sky again. The fair-haired, handsome Friedrich sends a queue. Knocks out a couple of dozen cars and chirps:
  - My ramming blow! We will smash all enemies and tear them apart!
  Gertrude shot down the fighter jet left for her as a consolation prize and chirped:
  - The legs were cut off, the corpse was dismembered, the vile Yankees killed the soldier!
  Friedrich chuckled, remembered the strong, graceful body of Gertrude, the girl did not have a drop of fat.
  What a pleasure to cuddle with. The boy growled:
  - My fight, this is my fight!
  And so the young warrior switched to land targets. Tanks are moving. Self-propelled rod. The boy opens fan fire from a distance and sings along:
  - We look like falcons, soar like eagles ... We don"t drown in fire, we don"t burn in water!
  Although, perhaps, the last phrase should have been sung just the opposite. But even in fire, in principle, you can drown, and the water can burn.
  Friedrich remembered the turkey for breakfast. This one is baked in gold foil. And the legs resemble women's. There are many female pilots in the Luftwaffe. They are more survivable than men and shoot well. And the legs of women are trained, strong, fleshy. They want to stroke, feel, pinch.
  He Friedrich is already a colonel-general. A warrior who made an incredible, fabulous career. Phenomenon and genetic mutant. In short, superhuman!
  Friedrich himself was aware of his own importance. He rose at such a young age to prove once and for all that there is no power that is not subject to the Aryan genius.
  Now the boy burned the whole column. And flew on. He's a real eagle.
  Gertrude rubbed her smooth, rosy cheek. She imagined Friedrich kissing her breasts. And the scarlet nipple immediately hardened. Eh, this is the number one warrior of the Third Reich. Fights like a whole army. And does not waste a single air projectile. That already even looks supernatural. Although for some reason it only looks - it is supernatural!
  The boy first shot down two dozen cover fighters, then attacked another column of tanks and self-propelled guns. One of the American tanks did not look quite standard. You have to remember what kind of car. Then came trucks with Yankee soldiers. Well, they will get it.
  Friedrich sang:
  - I am sowing death... You can only look at it with fear... And die!
  Gertrude stroked the pedal with her bare foot. She really wanted to run barefoot on the grass-ant. And then fall into the arms of the guys. And to be kissed and caressed.
  Interesting... Gertrude was an ideological fascist. She started fighting only six months ago, and before that she was in the Nazi youth organization and managed to earn extra money as an overseer at a military factory. Foreign workers had to be monitored and at the same time urged on with a whip.
  The girl took pleasure in beating. She especially liked to beat teenage boys on their bare feet.
  And now she imagined, and how pleasant and witty it would be, to fry Friedrich's bare, round heels. After all, the ace boy is very handsome, and his legs are always so clean, only tanned like bronze. But they do not get dirty, neither on dirt, nor on grass. It is interesting to feel Friedrich. Would a superhero cry out in pain, or pretend that this is a trifle?
  Gertrude liked to torture the slave boys. She also liked to mock the prisoners. In flight school, the girls weren't too picky about relationships. But Gertrude turned out to be a very capable pilot. All in half a year she scored herself an account for the knight's cross of the iron cross with oak leaves, and received the right to fly with General Friedrich.
  The boy is still too young to command, and this is such a purely formal general. But on the other hand, he fights like a dozen divisions from selected aces.
  Gertrude felt awkward against the background of Friedrich. Eh, fry this boy's heels! And bring the torch to the bare feet of a handsome young man. To heat the tongs and burst the fingers, starting with the little finger.
  Gertrude loved to amuse herself by throwing coals at the feet of the slave boys. It is warm in the workshop, and the young slaves always worked barefoot.
  And how they, burning themselves, funny jumped up or screamed. It was so great. And funny...
  And with a twig to beat on the coarsened soles of the slave boys. She's a wonderful warden, cruel, with sadistic inclinations. She also wanted to torture her cute idol. Moreover, he leaves nothing for her as a blond terminator.
  Gertrude took it and bellowed:
  - I'm so tired of beating you, you can't catch a mosquito in a net!
  Friedrich did away with trucks. He switched fire to escort aircraft, and R-51 attack aircraft. The last car is quite formidable, it has as many as eight machine guns, and rockets. But of course it is not comparable to the jet ME-262. Or even XE-162, or even XE-262.
  The boy fired while in a state of trance.
  He swept out more than eighty aircraft, leaving a couple for Gertrude to divorce. The girl loves to fire with her seductive, tanned and muscular legs. They are special to her - graceful shape, light chocolate.
  Girls in general are a passion. Especially in the army, where they have athletic grace and charm of strength. They are girls, of course, visually pleasing to look at, and you just feel bliss when you touch them with your elastic skin.
  Friedrich again shifted his fire to the fortified US defense lines. We must quickly put an end to the Yankees and finally put the squeeze on the USSR. It is clear that the resilience of Russians is an order of magnitude higher than that of Americans. In addition, in the forty-first year, the best tanks had advice. Strange, but Russia under the control of the Bolsheviks did not degrade, and was not thrown back in the Middle Ages.
  Rather, the Russians made a significant leap forward. And if the Germans had not had such a strong and perfect organization, it would hardly have been possible to succeed.
  Friedrich himself was indeed the product of Nazi genetic experiments. But the boy does not know the details. It is only clear that Himmler's department, even before the Nazis came to power, conducted secret experiments involving occult forces. And something, judging by the phenomenon of Friedrich, achieved.
  The boy, shooting another battery, sang:
  - I'm not the devil, but for me, but for me, the goal has become holy! I am an angel, but Satan opened the way for me - to earthly glory!
  Then his plane turned around. The air shells ended, and the fuel had to be replenished. Friedrich was not afraid of persecution, since his plane was at least five hundred kilometers per hour superior to American cars.
  And that the Yankees will be able to oppose them.
  Gertrude knocked out a couple of trucks and a cannon, as well as a fuel tank. The red flame burns beautifully. The girl cheered up. She imagined how the fire licked the boy's round, pink heel, the smell of scorched meat spread.
  It's seductive. Even the warrior herself wanted to eat. Gertrude chirped:
  - One, two - we want to eat! Open the doors wider, otherwise we'll eat the cook! - A cool warrior enthusiastically sang a children's song. "We"ll have a snack as cooks, and we"ll drink on duty, we"ll destroy the entire dining room and smash the dishes!"
  Gertrude from this is very funny. Here their jet fighters have landed.
  Friedrich runs from one plane to another. And Gertrude is replaced by Helga.
  Again the boy flies into battle. How are Helga and Gertrude different? Both warriors are natural blondes. Both are athletic, strong and curvy. But Helga's features seem softer and more feminine. But this girl also likes to shoot with her feet.
  Friedrich sang, feeling uplifted:
  - My girls are beautiful, why do you like zeros? I am quite productive, and in many ways an almighty cherub!
  Helga yelled back.
  - No, you're not zero! You are infinity!
  The boy shoots down a dozen and a half American planes and growls:
  Such pain, such pain! Germany against America fifteen zero!
  Helga let the American Mustang come closer, fired, knocked out and licked her lips, saying:
  - Two pieces of sausage I had on the table!
  Friedrich thrashed from a great distance, hoisted eleven planes and chirped:
  - You told fairy tales, like Faust himself in hell to Satan!
  Helga seemed offended.
  - And you left me nothing! The girl squealed mischievously. - I ate it all!
  Friedrich replied with a sneer:
  - That's what we are all men!
  The girl said in a whining tone:
  But you are still a boy!
  The ace boy chuckled.
  - A Colonel General cannot be a boy!
  Helga took it and sang:
  - Oh, what a man you are - a general and a colonel!
  Friedrich continued firing at air targets. Yes, such an ace could bring a lot in the battle for air superiority in England. But now is not the fortieth year, but the forty-fifth. And Britain is already miraculously defeated. How did this happen?
  Why, the lion could not resist against the German wolf. What forces have awakened in this world? A little more luck to the Japanese and Germans changed the course of the war. And the fact that the Wehrmacht had a very strong organization. And Hitler unexpectedly turned out to be an outstanding organizer and strategist. What can be opposed to this?
  Now in 1945, America's hope is its economy and its fairly large population.
  Friedrich also remembered his boxing career. How from childhood I learned the difficult art of survival. And he had to grow up in the barracks. At first, he was underestimated. But the boy became strong and, most importantly, a very smart boxer. Yes, and study was easy for him - he grasped everything literally on the fly!
  The boy learned several languages, including Russian. And although Friedrich fought with the Red Army, and even demonstrating phenomenal abilities, he respected the Russians. They were brave and steadfast, skilled fighters, and heroically endured torture.
  Friedrich himself was more than once amazed at the courage of Soviet soldiers. But he did his duty too well. The boy became some kind of destruction machine. And for him it's like an exciting game. Only sometimes the heart began to ache from unbearable anguish. And this melancholy literally ate at certain moments of the terminator boy, but then receded. Friedrich himself sometimes did not know what he wanted. His blood isn't exactly flawless, and he had Russian genes in him. This confused the boy. But on the other hand, he is the famous ace of Germany, and the winner! And it can go very far!
  And already went to the starry heights.
  Now Friedrich opens fire again. Shoots down thirty-five aircraft, and says with enthusiasm:
  - I like to splash in the warm sea, to sit on the fence as a boy! Even though there is not even a ruble in my pocket, my priceless youth!
  Helga answered with enthusiasm:
  - But at the same time your experience is unique!
  The girl finished off the US Air Force aircraft graciously provided to her, and chirped:
  - This is a fight ... Soon there will be one hundred and zero!
  Friedrich replied with a beaming smile:
  Yes, this is a real fight. And there will soon be a thousand - zero!
  Helga twirled her bare legs. She wanted to become a dolphin, or killer whale. The warrior growled:
  - I am for twist and new opportunities! And I want to become a goddess!
  Friedrich, having shot down four planes from a great distance, and adding speed, asked:
  - Why a goddess? Maybe even a queen?
  Helga chuckled and replied seriously:
  "The goddess can do whatever she wants, and there are a lot of restrictions on queens. For example, barefoot and in a bikini, you can"t fly on an airplane!
  Friedrich recalled:
  The prince also wanted to run barefoot. But the British winter is cold. And how did he not catch a sore throat!
  Helga replied with a smile.
  - But the kings do not get sick ... And you also look like a boy-king!
  Friedrich said enthusiastically:
  - I am the king in the first place of the sky, and not just Britain!
  Helga sang:
  - Our king is the chosen one of heaven, our king has risen from the ashes! Our king is the messenger of fate, our king is only you!
  Friedrich threatened the girl with his finger and answered through the radio:
  - You can really go crazy with you!
  Helga wanted to say something caustic, but it didn't occur to her. In general, Friedrich is a very funny and cultured boy. A born warrior and at the same time with great erudition. You're just amazed at how much this
  The cute teenager knows. And it never ceases to amaze.
  And the boy again scribbled on flying objects. He shot down eighteen planes, and crowed:
  - Ku-ka-re-ku! I'll spur you all the Yankees!
  Helga pleaded:
  - Leave me about the emperor of aces!
  Frederick kindly said:
  - Take it! It's yours!
  Helga from three bursts, very nervous, shot down two planes. And licked her full lips. She was never hit. The guns of the Germans were more advanced, capable of hitting at a great distance. And even hit ground targets.
  Friedrich approved of the girl's progress:
  - From such a distance you hit very accurately. But you know, in order to save air shells, it's better to let the enemy get closer.
  Helga answered with annoyance:
  - But you can do it!
  The boy said seriously:
  - But it's a phenomenon... And you're just a beautiful girl!
  Helga exclaimed angrily:
  - No! I'm sharp!
  Friedrich agreed with her:
  - For a man apt!
  The girl giggled and asked:
  - Aren't you human?
  The boy fired, shot down five US planes and seriously replied:
  - No, not a man!
  Helga looked surprised.
  - And who are you?
  Friedrich answered seriously:
  - I'm superhuman!
  The blonde girl was quick to agree:
  You don't even have to ask about it! Every gesture you make speaks of it!
  The boy answered with a sigh:
  - To be unique means to impose a huge burden on yourself!
  Helga replied:
  - But I would like to be unique! Become the world's first beauty!
  Friedrich quite sincerely stated:
  - And you are so adorable!
  The girl said coquettishly:
  - How's my nose?
  The boy honestly answered:
  - Nice nose. Not big, not small, just right, slightly upturned and graceful!
  Helga raised her bare feet to her face and asked:
  - And how am I?
  Friedrich said with a smile:
  - Charm! Chocolate blonde! I love you!
  Helga said doubtfully:
  - And Gertrude?
  The boy blurted out:
  - What is Gertrude?
  Helga remarked wryly:
  - Is she by any chance prettier than me?
  Friedrich said diplomatically:
  - You are both beautiful and both worthy!
  Helga logically replied:
  But no two faces are exactly the same!
  Friedrich fired, shot down thirty more planes and sang:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world... Such miracles sometimes shine in the ether!
  Helga calmed down a little and chirped:
  - Maybe in our world. But I just want the best!
  Friedrich enthusiastically said:
  - Let it be so!
  And switched to ground targets. You need to suppress the artillery, and the young ace will do it. And he shoots extremely accurately. Or maybe even infinitely accurate.
  Helga, watching this, exclaims:
  - Well, you and Superman are a real macho!
  Friedrich saw fit to correct the girl:
  - Macho is most likely the embodiment of animal strength ... But I am characterized by a lively and prudent mind!
  Helga suddenly asked:
  - Did you talk to the Russians?
  Friedrich immediately replied:
  - Certainly!
  Helga asked with interest:
  - And what are they?
  The boy gave a turn, destroying more than fifty guns. And then he answered:
  - How to say ... Quite intelligent. In many ways, they are similar to us Germans. And almost all of their children know how to write and read, they know history.
  Helga chuckled and clarified:
  - So they can not be called subhuman?
  Friedrich stated emphatically:
  - No! And outwardly, Russians are not so scary. Many of their women are fair-haired, as are their children. And they can behave culturally. In addition, Russians are hardy and know their literature and history well.
  Helga recalled:
  - Russian pilots serve in the neighboring air regiment.
  The war is on, and the Fritz are squeezing a ring around America.
  Fierce fighting unfolded for the capital of Mexico - Mexico City. Five Soviet girls, as always, on top. And they fight with indescribable heroism.
  Alenka fires from a submachine gun and sings:
  - Come on, sing a song to us, a cheerful wind, a cheerful wind ...
  The foreign fighters mowed down by it are falling, and it sounds valiant and perky.
  Beautiful girl Alena. That night she made love to a tall, black American. And felt a lot of pleasure. In general, African Americans are quite funny. They love to tell jokes about their presidents. In particular, Alena laughed great at the anecdote about Coolidge.
  They're walking the US President with his wife on a bird farm. They approach the room with the roosters. And the President's wife asks:
  - And how many times does a rooster serve females.
  The caretaker replies:
  - Nine times, or even fourteen!
  Mrs. Coolidge turns to her husband and says:
  - Look how ... But you can't do that!
  The offended president asks the caretaker:
  - And he so with one female or different?
  He readily replies:
  - Of course with different ones!
  The President happily says:
  - Well, with different ones, and I can too!
  Alyonka laughed at such an anecdote for a long time, and then the temperamental blonde appreciated it in bed. Large male perfection gives a lot of pleasure to the girl-major. After that, you feel energized and strong.
  You throw a grenade with your bare feet. And you see how the bodies of the Nazis are scattered. And Alenka's toes are so graceful, chiseled. No wonder the man and the boys are so fond of looking at her lower limbs.
  Alenka chirps:
  - The music is up! Music, music, music ... Now sadness, then crushing poison! Music flows, music, music, from which the soul brightens!
  And again the girl throws a grenade with her foot. He does it both deftly and gracefully.
  But Maria is firing from a machine gun. The girl is also very beautiful and met local guys. But Maria is not one of those who rush to get into bed. You can just chat and talk.
  Or watch a movie... Maria saw the picture for the first time: "Gone with the Wind", and even in color. The film lasted three hours and was very impressive. Still, the Americans know how to shoot.
  The girl noticed her new friend John Fraser.
  - You also have strong films!
  John smiled with satisfaction.
  - What surprises you?
  Maria answered honestly, slapping her bare soles on the sand:
  - Actually, yes ... I thought the capitalists are not capable of making such films.
  John winked at the girl and replied:
  - And I thought that all your films were propaganda!
  Maria confirmed this with a smile:
  Yes, propaganda! But propaganda of the truth!
  John answered with a smile:
  - What is the truth?
  Maria answered with pathos:
  - The fact that in the country of the Soviets the best life for the people!
  John, this light red guy remarked:
  - This is the best life for the people in America. And you are half captured by the Wehrmacht!
  Maria after these words felt anger in herself. And she tried to answer a little awkwardly:
  - Not half, but less!
  John answered logically:
  - If they cut off not the whole leg, but half, then this is grief. And you actually capitulated, and pay the Third Reich - a shameful tribute!
  Maria corrected:
  - Not a tribute, but reparations ...
  John rationally remarked:
  - What's on the forehead, what's on the forehead!
  Maria remarked in annoyance:
  - And you are losing the war to the Wehrmacht!
  John was not too confident.
  - But while we are fighting not on our territory!
  Maria showed her tongue ....
  Then we moved on to another topic. The American asked:
  - Do you like the Sherman tank?
  Maria honestly answered:
  - Not good. He's way too tall. Yes, the gun is weak.
  John agreed with this:
  - Perhaps, we have a more perfect "Pershing". We pin certain hopes on the new tank!
  Maria waved it off.
  - Our IS-2 is probably better. And the German E-50 is generally superior to this American design. I don't think you can come up with anything better.
  John was offended:
  - Our engineering is strong. You Russians don't have anything like the B-29.
  Maria confidently answered:
  - Not yet, but soon! In general, our technology will become the most powerful in the world. And it's only a matter of time!
  John was skeptical:
  - The USSR lost too much. You don't have the strength to revive heavy industry. Or develop technology. So the backlog from the Germans cannot be overcome!
  Maria did not agree with this:
  - The people under the leadership of the party will cope with this. I'm sure! And we're still going to win!
  John calmly said:
  - Blessed is he who believes!
  Maria confidently stated:
  - Faith must be based on reasonable arguments!
  John asked with obvious surprise:
  - You don't believe in God?
  Maria shrugged.
  - Earlier in my childhood I did not believe and was a pioneer. And now... I don't know myself!
  John answered this, raking the sand with his boot:
  - And I believed in childhood, but now I don"t.
  And the young man looked around. They were talking in the dugout. It was warm and the light was dim. Indeed, the mood of the American is not major. The Germans are advancing and winning. Apparently, they will soon come to the territory of the United States. The tanks of the Third Reich are clearly stronger than the American ones. And of course this is a big problem. And German machine guns are better. Just a lot of foreigners in the Wehrmacht. Their combat effectiveness will be lower than German.
  But they are overwhelming in numbers. What to oppose Germany?
  Will it not work, will you have to fight on your own land?
  John asked Mary:
  - Why did you come to us? Are you tired of the war?
  The girl sincerely replied:
  - And I! And my people are tired of war! And that is why I want the Nazis not to come to us again!
  John was not too confident.
  - We'll stop them! At least they should stop! Our America is strong, and we cannot be brought to our knees!
  Mary liked John. But unlike her friends, she was in no hurry to make love as soon as she met a man. Of these, Alla is perhaps the most temperamental and impatient of constancy. She has taken several lovers. She has such a hot personality.
  Of course, such a Komsomol member has not ceased to be, but when there is a war, it is very difficult to restrain lust. There is a very risk in battles for hormones.
  However, Alla fights well. And he also likes to shoot with his feet.
  Maria is more modest. She fears for John - he will suddenly die.
  Powerful, reactive German attack aircraft cause serious damage to the defending troops.
  Mexico City is a big, mountainous city and you can defend here. The Germans also understand this, and by exposing the capital to bombing and shelling, they are trying to bypass it.
  Anyuta is a lovely blonde, she did a good deed. Feed the local children. They are also different. Mostly black-headed, but there are also fair ones. They run around in rags, barefoot. If they put on shoes, then only when they go to school. Skinny but funny.
  Anyuta, looking at them, thought that after all, childhood was a happy time, including her perception of the world. When you think yourself immortal, and the sea is knee-deep. Even children fight in a special way. They slapped each other and, smiling, dispersed. Not like adults who hold grudges for a long time. No, childhood is different. And even the sun shines brighter and the air is softer.
  Anyuta liked summer. It's almost always sunny and warm here. Eh Mexico... And what will await you under the Nazi occupation? Will they force the children to march in formation and sing fascist anthems?
  True, in the USSR, children, first of all, pioneers walk in formation and sing songs.
  It's not the worst thing at all. But won't the fascist fiends exterminate children in the camps?
  The Nazis did not disdain torture and did not make allowances for age. One eleven-year-old boy was burned with a blowtorch, hot nails were driven into his feet, and his fingers and toes were broken. The girls were hung from the ceiling by their hair, their heels were burned with fire. What just did not get up the monsters. Anyuta represented the whole world under the control of the Nazis. And she was getting scared.
  But for now, the truly barbaric machine of the Third Reich is advancing and capturing more and more new lands. And do not stop, and do not change legs ... Our faces shine, boots sparkle!
  Especially dangerous is the new E-50 tank, which is not taken by American guns, even at close range.
  Anyuta is perhaps pushing a mine through the wire. She is helped by a local boy, Alberto. Such a blond in shorts, very cute and nimble. He resembles his former pet Seryozhka. He, too, was so agile. True, Alberto is slightly darker in skin, and has longer, but tow-light hair. And when he smiles, the face becomes so cute.
  Right now, a mine is stuck on the wheels of the German E-50. The caterpillar bursts from the explosion. The German is wounded. Anyuta chirps:
  - We will twist the hands of the Nazis!
  The girl leans back and crawls away. The German begins to back away. Still scratched him.
  Anyuta remembers how she ended up under occupation. The beginning of the war was received with great alarm. Although many, especially the young, counted on a quick victory and the liberation of Europe. The girl Anyuta, then still a teenager, was subject to evacuation along with other guys.
  But Anna was lost. More precisely, the girl was going for too long and was late for the truck. And waited for the arrival of the Nazis. Then the beautiful Komsomol member experienced fear. And walked east. The shoes were new. The girl rubbed her feet and had to take off her shoes. Went barefoot. The skin on the sole is still tender, not rough. At first, it only tingled a little. Then it began to bake, and in the end the feet stumbled and blazed.
  Anyuta never thought that walking barefoot could become such a torment. It even hurt to walk on the grass, and inside the girl literally exploded.
  Somehow she crawled to the village hut, her legs were bloody. The good-natured hostess washed the limbs of a teenage Komsomol member. The pain subsided slightly. But now Anyuta walked with great difficulty. When the legs were healed, she set off on a journey in bast shoes. But at the same time I tried to walk without shoes for some time in order to accustom the soles.
  The young girl's feet quickly became hardened, and soon she became, not afraid of twigs or bumps in the forest.
  But the path to the front line turned out to be long. The girl's legs became so rough that the heels began to itch and crack. And it hurts too. And yes, it was hungry. Calves ached, knees hurt from the load.
  Not the most pleasant memories. But in general, what can be pleasant in war? Alas, for some reason from the first days the Red Army backed away. And even many soldiers fled. And this process could not be stopped.
  So far, only near Moscow, the Wehrmacht was turned to dust.
  Then Anyuta composed poems:
  Once the Wehrmacht was crushed to dust,
  Napoleon defeated invincible ...
  The enemy cannot trample the Russian flag,
  When the people and the party are united!
  It's more fun to go with a song, even when your legs fall off. Among other things, a teenage girl passed letters to the underground. Which I was very proud of.
  And now Anyuta is shooting at the Chinese, and it definitely hits. Kills narrow-eyed, and giggles:
  - I am Yak a fighter, my engine is on fire ... The sky is my abode!
  And shoots again. Cool girl. He throws a piece of glass with his bare foot. Hits the gunman right in the eye. He falls and dies.
  And Anyuta chirps:
  - It's not cool, but very cool!
  The girl is having fun, because everything turns out ...
  The strongest and largest in their team, Matrena, likes to throw grenades with her bare feet. And she manages to hit the foot soldiers. And even successfully damage the muzzle of the tank. Now the Germans have to leave.
  Matrena says with a smile:
  - And I milked not only a cow, but also a horse! Thus showing that I am a superman!
  And the girl fired again, and aptly. She knocked down three narrow-eyed, and hissed:
  - I'm a super class warrior!
  And what fleshy thighs Matryona has. The girl chose a lover to match the two-meter African American. And gladly made love to him. It's good when masculine perfection is as thick as the arm of an adult man ... Such a big girl like Matryona appreciated large sizes. And the girl roared from orgasm so that the whole regiment came running to listen. Well, a buffalo!
  But now the main thing is the war. And the girl throws grenades with her strong legs. And even cobblestones and fragments. Matryona is amused by this. Although not everything in life was so rosy.
  At one time, the girl ended up in a colony for stealing five spikelets. She was too hungry. For which she was sent to the camp. Shaved bald. And the search procedure was completely shocking for the child. She was forced to work there. Matryona did not shy away from work, and cut down the forest, the good health of the heroic. But the meager prison rations were not enough, and the girl threw everything into her mouth. And worms, and insects, and tree leaves. Camp wooden shoes were too uncomfortable, and Matryona preferred to work barefoot, even in frost and snow. The girl spent three years in a colony, but then she was released, so partial liberalization took place under Beria. In addition, Matryona constantly overfulfilled the norm, which was also taken into account.
  First of all, after the colony-youngsters, the girl, having arrived, rushed to the kitchen and for the first time in many years ate to satiety. And in the colony, even reinforced shock soldering for a large girl was not enough. Nobody offended Matryona in the colony. Her peers were afraid of her outstanding physical strength and large fists. Matryona is the kindest soul, but if you touch it, it will move so that it will not seem small.
  The bosses had a girl in good standing, obedient, a leader in production, did not refuse any, the most difficult work. Never got sick. The barefoot woman worked in the bitter cold and did not even catch a cold. Only large, graceful legs turned red, like goose legs, but remained warm.
  Matryona even flaunted that she sniffed the zone, and spent a little more than three years on the bunk. Like, she has been and has a criminal record. The judge gave the child ten years for spikelets. But if you fulfill the triple norm, then the day goes for three. And Matryona left ahead of schedule. And so she walked back in a state-owned prison dress, barefoot, tanned, with a short hedgehog, blond, cropped hair. Pretty, with a slim figure and a pretty face.
  People were looking at her. Matryona in a gray prison dress, thinner, and with her hair cut, looked very much like a nun. The similarity grew even more when Matryona walked the remaining five hundred kilometers to the house. She really wanted to stomp her native land with her bare feet. And then in Siberia, where it was all a little different.
  After burning snow, walking barefoot on the grass is blissful. Upon arrival at home, Matrena found out that she was pregnant. There was nothing surprising in this. The girl enjoyed having affairs with the guards. Her maturing, heroic body wanted sex. But since there were several guys from the guard with her, Matryona did not know who the father of the child was.
  But the boy grew up large, healthy, blond and strong. Now he can already be a pioneer. Perhaps at the front.
  Matryona did not know the fate of her child. During the war, the girl tried not to get pregnant so as not to miss the battle. There is a special tincture for this. Matryona herself considered herself an Orthodox Rodnover. A sort of mixture of ancient Russian paganism and Orthodoxy. Matryona communicated with witches and sorcerers. She also had power.
  Why are the Germans winning? The elder witch told her that the occult forces who are in the service of the Third Reich managed to slip the Moirs, the golden life thread of rare, and perhaps even unique luck to Hitler. And that now the Fuhrer has found phenomenal happiness. Even Genghis Khan did not have this, which gave the Wehrmacht extraordinary strength. And the German designers invented successfully, and the field marshals commanded at a height, and their opponents did not work out very well.
  Luck, of course, matters. The fact that Hitler managed to defeat superior forces is largely the result of luck. Partly natural, since the Western, and partly the Soviet command did not quite understand how to properly conduct modern wars. But the chain of favorable accidents for the Third Reich had an effect.
  In real history, just from what moment, on the contrary, luck left the Wehrmacht, and a number of little things began to play against the Nazis. It began with the famous Battle of Midway. Then a whole chain of accidents led to the defeat of the Japanese. Although Japan was stronger in this battle and had more experienced and better trained troops.
  America has no words - it is strong economically. But its army and navy are not very combat-ready, not very well trained and disciplined. Quality and experience were on the side of Japan. Piece by piece, the Land of the Rising Sun smashed the American fleet. And she won. Until a chain of accidents led to Midway. After that, luck completely left Japan. And America went on the offensive, gradually taking up.
  And then, as the eldest (seemingly even nothing!) explained, the witch played a role, then that Japan was an ally of the Third Reich, led by Hitler. And part of the Fuhrer's luck went to the samurai.
  In addition, with a probability of ninety percent, the Japanese should have won this battle anyway.
  The effect was that the Yankees were more capable of trading than of fighting. The Germans, in turn, are a born nation of warriors, who also had a powerful economy. And gradually the Wehrmacht, absorbing foreigners and natives of all stripes, replenished with tanks and aircraft, became stronger. And he won with ever greater ease. Other nations could not oppose anything to this.
  Matrena asked:
  - And how to defeat Hitler?
  The witch shrugged her shoulders and honestly answered:
  - If they could, they would have done it themselves long ago ... But here we have to argue with fate itself ...
  Matryona sighed heavily. And she asked again:
  - Will they not kill me if I go to fight for America?
  The witch confidently answered:
  - All your five are in the hands of the heavenly right hand. And it is so easy for the Nazis not to destroy it. Fight and believe in your destiny!
  Matrena smiled and answered confidently:
  - I believe that I can fight with dignity!
  And indeed the girl-hero fought like a real lioness. The Germans, or rather their foreign slave warriors, received the very first number. And even with hook.
  The girl sang:
  - As a failure, she promised - to save the blue handkerchief!
  And fire again, well-aimed and incredibly heroic. Matryona shoots and hits. Falling foreign slaves. Worse of course when moving tanks. German technology, unparalleled. So what! Russians are used to being content with little!
  Matryona sang:
  - We are pioneers - children of communism!
  And again she fired sharply. The five girls worked, and acted more and more energetically. And the shells did not take them.
  But the American guys died. Stormtroopers were falling from the sky. They literally showered American positions with rockets. The guns also worked. They answered with ground fire somehow sluggishly.
  And when the shelling from gas cannons began, it became completely dumb. And the sky seemed to be licked by red flames.
  The girls were slightly scorched, and they hid in the crack. The shelling intensified. They also beat German self-propelled howitzers. Bombs and rockets rained down.
  To cheer up her friends, Alena sang:
  - For love, no doubt, new generations are fighting! Although it is a cruel dragon's hour, time has chosen us for a feat!
  And Alenka fired, pinning the scout, and again jumped into the gap. And from above there is a whole ocean of fire, and needle fragments scatter.
  The Germans used for bombing a very powerful TA-400 aircraft with six engines. Such a machine is significantly superior to American models, including in terms of flight range. A very formidable weapon. And drops bombs, heavy with ball stuffing. which fly hundreds of meters away.
  TA-400 is an almost invulnerable machine. She is powerful with powerful defensive weapons. The B-29 is no match for her. And how the superbomb will crash. So it shakes, collapsing the whole block. And that's where the power comes in.
  But Alenka boldly says:
  -The Papuans do not have winter, Russians have hopeless situations!
  And indeed, the girl may be right. Here are five of them in hell, and only get light burns.
  Maria says:
  - Hope is my earthly complex....
  And then he corrects himself, moving his fist to the chin:
  - Not a complex, but a compass!
  The girls, despite the dense fire, are still alive. Allah even pronounces in a chant:
  - On a thread, on a thread, I don"t want to go! From now on, the Red War is alive!
  But how many American soldiers died from the fire of the Nazi artillery. Not without reason, in real history, the Allies did not dare to open the front before the forty-fourth.
  Most military experts believe that in this case, the landing of the US and Britain would have been dropped into the sea. Moreover, it is possible that this would have practically no effect on the course of hostilities in the east.
  But now the Americans are probably annoyed that they behaved too passively. That allowed to conquer all the English colonies, and Britain itself. That gave the Nazis the opportunity to disable the USSR, and now they are forced to fight almost alone.
  And now the question is, will Stalin violate the conditions of the straw world? From a moral point of view, attacking the Third Reich is not a sin at all. After all, Hitler himself treacherously violated the non-aggression pact. On the other hand, there is also the question of expediency. Perhaps the Germans, having grabbed territories, and having fought for more than a year, will not go further. Now is it worth provoking them?
  Moreover, America itself can get out of the war by insidiously signing a truce. And Truman's personality is even darker and more insidious than Roosevelt.
  Rockets of high power loosen the ground ... Mexico City is bombed. But that is not all. The Germans are also attacking American cities. And first of all on military factories. So far, not too active, this is the effect of the protracted communications, the remoteness of the US territory. And it is more important to hold the offensive of our own troops.
  But, for example, four radio-controlled A-10 missiles were fired at Toronto. Quite an expensive attack, but in any case the Germans have shown that they are able to fire from a long distance, and accurately. However, of course, the launch of a TA-400 is cheaper than sending such a missile from a distance of a thousand kilometers.
  But there are devices capable of launching spy satellites into low Earth orbit. By the Fuhrer's birthday, they promise to launch a satellite capable of surveying the United States.
  Maria burned her bare, graceful foot. There were even blisters. How embarrassing to admit. And the heat is all around, and there is nothing to relieve the itching.
  The girl tried to imagine those pioneers whose soles were fried by German executioners using a brazier.
  They must have hurt even more. But they endured, and did not give out pain either with a cry or a groan. And if they moaned, then through the gnashing of teeth.
  This is the heroism of the pioneers, and she should not moan. The girl imagined that she was being interrogated by the Nazis. They hung him on a rack and burned his bare heel with a red-hot iron. And instead of moaning or screaming, she laughs in her face.
  Maria remembered the book she had read in her childhood: St. John's wort. There, when they were supposed to torture the main character, he admitted that he was hardly capable of singing on the rack like the Indians. But when you eat, you really feel better.
  And Mary sang full-soundingly;
  You are my wonderful homeland,
  The whole world is proud of you...
  Russia as one family
  May you be sung in heaven in the choir!
  
  Fatherland anthem, we keep without bitterness,
  Throwing doubts proudly into hell ...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  The world will return and it will be very light!
  
  Creator Almighty our Lord,
  The expanses of the Fatherland are so spread ...
  Although the flesh often suffers in agony,
  But we are united with Russia for centuries!
  
  So holy is our Motherland,
  No, stronger in spirit than a Russian soldier!
  A bright star burns above us -
  We will crush the adversary in battle!
  
  Let's reach the brightest heights
  Above Mars, a red flag, jokingly, raise ...
  After all, Jesus God is with us, the giant,
  There are sixteen coats of arms - there will be others!
  
  The girl near Moscow fought with the enemy,
  Confidently defeated the Nazis ...
  But god turned away capricious Mars,
  And she was captured unfortunate!
  
  They drove a barefoot girl through the snow,
  Her heels furiously burned with fire ...
  They broke their bare leg in ticks,
  And they beat him hard with a red-hot chain!
  
  But the beauty endured the pressure,
  They tortured a girl in a casemate ...
  The fascist did not vomit even a quiet moan,
  Posthumously a Komsomol member with an award!
  There are fierce battles, and the Germans and their coalition of Americans break from all sides.
  The fighting in Mexico City dragged on a bit. A big city - one of the largest in the world, located in the mountains is too difficult a target to capture. Moreover, the Americans fortified in Mexico City, and in advance created a base there and warehouses with ammunition in deep bunkers. And this allowed them to keep Mexico City even after the encirclement of the capital. Americans are not so simple either.
  They believed that the Germans would not risk advancing north with such a large citadel city in their rear, and would get bogged down trying to pull such a thorn out of their mouths.
  The Fuhrer was really afraid to leave a cauldron behind his troops. In addition, the Germans were replenished with more advanced tanks from the E series, and wanted to replace their once most massive Panther-2 tank with a more protected and armed one that was not inferior in driving performance.
  Under these conditions, the leadership of the Third Reich was faced with the question of the use of diskettes.
  But the problem was that the laminar jet, making the aircraft invulnerable, did not make it possible for them to fire themselves. Unless, in fact, discs could ram planes using their fantastic speed and invulnerability. But it is very difficult to bomb with them or to fire, launch rockets. True, you can turn off the laminar field, release charges and then turn it on again.
  Another idea was to arm the discs with cannons spewing thermal radiation or lasers. But that also took time.
  In any case, flying saucers should be used practically.
  On April 13, two diskettes were first tested in combat. The flying saucers took off almost silently. But there was a glow. Then they rushed across the Atlantic Ocean to Mexico. As it turned out, this weapon also had a colossal power reserve.
  But they were ordered to fight, only over the territory controlled by the Wehrmacht. Since in no case should other countries be given the technology of weapons that are so ahead of their time.
  Margaret and Albina controlled the first diskette with a joystick. Their task, so far, was only to ram American planes, and a large number of crew members were not required.
  Why was the diskette entrusted to the girls? Because the weaker sex is more successful in such battles. The percentage of losses among female pilots is several times less than among men.
  Although in general the Luftwaffe has a very favorable ratio in damage. Superiority also affects combat training, and especially jet aircraft that does not have an equal opponent.
  Margaret and Albina fly from Europe to Mexico, at a speed of about two sound, but this is not at all felt in the disc plane itself: how smooth the ride is. It's like you're on a train.
  Margaret enthusiastically said:
  - This is such a wonderful diskette we have. Like a fairy-tale weapon - it does not take a sword or a cannon!
  Albina logically clarified:
  - More like a space weapon, like aliens.
  Margaret, stamping her bare, muscular legs, sang:
  - That would be to fork out and feed the alien! That would be to fork out, but he does not mumble, do not calve!
  Albina clapped her hands and said:
  - This is a really witty song. And I thought you only know how to compose military marches!
  Margaret leaned back on the floor in response. Did a few push ups. She, according to unspoken tradition, was in a bikini. In general, in the Luftwaffe, almost all young women and girls switched to a bikini uniform. In any case, if the weather conditions allowed and not too cold. It was believed that the body with a minimum of clothing has better contact with the aircraft. And the pilots manage masterfully in this case.
  Practice has confirmed this. Even in the cold, the girls tried to be as bare as possible. Bikinis have become very fashionable.
  So it's not surprising that the girls were almost naked. And with their figures - bikinis go. Of course, in the army, all women keep themselves in shape, and they have good figures. When a young woman gives herself physical activity, she will look attractive in a frank manner. In addition, when you go in a bikini, the fresh air helps burn fat. And the girls are so slender and curvy with embossed abs.
  Of course it's beauty, the bodies of young women. The feet, of course, are bare, and with a bare sole you feel the car much better, and even become one with it.
  Maybe that's why the young pilots are so good, and gaining bills, almost without dying.
  Who knows if Hitler blew away in real history because he neglected women in the army. But a girl in a bikini is a special fighter. Fortune loves them, and they very rarely die.
  Albina also began to do push-ups, noticing:
  - When you move, you feel much better.
  Margaret agreed:
  - Movement is life!
  Both warriors were blonde. And very beautiful too. Well, of course, one of the first diskettes in combat modification will not be trusted to women without beautiful features.
  Everything about them is good: both the figures are full of athletic grace and erotic power. And faces, young, fresh, without a single crease or wrinkle. And lush, slightly curly hair.
  Young men stop looking at such girls and can look for hours without stopping.
  Really unique, Aryan, sports beauty.
  Albina stood up on her hands, and crossed over her head, her slender, tanned legs. The plane was on autopilot. It was impossible to knock him down, so the girls could well frolic and warm up.
  The floor of the marvelous car was covered with soft, non-flammable plastic and rough.
  Margaret followed her, both girls standing on their hands. And pulled the top with their feet. Like spinning a bike. So charming and unique.
  Albina said with a smile:
  - I am a true Aryan, merciless to the enemies of the Reich ... Nordic character!
  Margaret giggled and remarked:
  - But I like to play pranks. Though also a true Aryan! Oh, what a funny thing war is!
  Albina, lowering her voice to a whisper, remarked:
  "Still, I don"t think we should have left the Russians behind our lines. Stalin can go from defeat and strike!
  Margaret confidently replied:
  - We have enough strength for war and two fronts! You know, the Wehrmacht already has over thirty-five million soldiers. Mostly foreigners. It is unlikely that exhausted Russians will be able to collect more than ten million. And then there is Japan.
  Albina nodded in agreement with her white head like a fresh snowball:
  - Yes, it is true! We are strong! The E-50 tank, which is mass-produced, finally satisfied our military in all respects!
  Margaret giggled and interjected:
  - Tank? Rumor has it that they want to make a similar machine out of plastic!
  Albina shook her head skeptically.
  - The armor will turn out to be weak ... Although it is an interesting idea for landing operations!
  Margaret remarked with a smirk:
  - And our diskette is made of titanium. And strong enough, with all possible collisions.
  Albina remarked with a sigh:
  Titanium is quite an expensive metal. But I think our designers will soon create much stronger steel!
  Margaret slapped her bare feet together.
  - My thoughts are a herd of horses!
  Albina giggled and said:
  - And the elephant is better! He's bigger!
  Margaret jumped up on her hands and bellowed:
  - Big giraffe! He knows better!
  Then the girls took and slapped their soles. So even the hum went. And they smiled at each other.
  Albina said:
  - No, with such warriors as we are, we are not even afraid of a hundred Stalins!
  Margaret spun in her arms and chirped:
  - Why a hundred? Maybe a thousand at once?
  Albina yelled:
  - No, a million!
  Margaret called out:
  - Or a billion and a half!
  Albina growled:
  - Or a trillion and a quarter!
  Such a competition looked ridiculous and absurd. But at the same time extremely funny. The girls stopped in their harmless chatter and began to do push-ups.
  Margaret thought about her past. A girl from a rather noble family. She was sent at a very tender age to a special school. There was some pretty tough training. She was taught and trained physically. On the one hand, this made the girl stronger, and on the other, it deprived her of her childhood.
  Margaret, however, was quickly drawn into it. In addition, the school had clubs and entertainment. The beauties swam in the pool, did gymnastics, did splits.
  And they studied, including different languages. Of course, they were taught mathematics, physics, and various classics. In her free time, Margaret loved to read science fiction. She especially liked Jules Verne. His scientific discoveries were combined with interesting adventures. Some kinds of inventions are still unsurpassed.
  A special impression was made by shells capable of destroying an entire fort with a single shot. This weapon could be useful in a real war.
  Margaret, when she heard about the German attack on Poland, was inspired. The Germans won one victory over another and everyone just adored Hitler. Although at first the attitude of many was restrained. But the Fuhrer succeeded in everything. Including in the economy. Rapid economic growth, the revival of the army, the return of the Rhineland, and the coal basins. Then the bloodless Anschluss of Austria. The conflict around Czechoslovakia shook the nerves of the Germans a little. But then came Munich.
  After that, it seemed that Germany achieved everything peacefully. Even returned the Klaipeda region. But then the war with Poland began, and two days later, the Second World War. Many even girls, it became scary. And suddenly defeat again? But in three weeks, Poland collapsed, the offensive against the West of Germany did not begin, and calm came. Many thought that now there would be peace.
  Then a swift offensive against France. And propaganda enthusiastically declared: we won!
  And Margaret was annoyed: that she did not take part in such a triumph. But everything is not so simple. The war dragged on, Germany, fighting, absorbed one country after another. And like a fairy-tale hero, she chopped off the heads of enemies. And so Margaret got to the front. As a pilot. She passed the flight school, and ended up in the sky.
  The girl immediately began to score more. Fought with Russian pilots. I immediately noticed a certain weakness of the Soviet aces - unwillingness to retreat. But it's suicidal when fighting against a heavily armed aircraft like the ME-262.
  Margaret destroyed Soviet aircraft, quite successfully. She knew no pity, although she did not consider herself cruel. And the girl fought in a bikini, even when it was cold.
  And it helped in the fight. Not once has her plane been shot down, or even seriously damaged. Although the ME-262 is generally a very tenacious machine.
  Margaret earned herself the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross. And, of course, she was proud of it. And now she was entrusted with the most perfect machine of destruction.
  Albina was also a pilot, from a military family. Also a muscular blonde, awarded the Knight's Cross for various feats, primarily in the sky. But Albina managed to fight a little in the infantry. She showed her class and as a sniper.
  Both girls are similar, but also different, of course, in their faces. But they are embossed with muscles, very strong physically. Now they were doing push-ups, made a corner and chirped:
  - We are great warriors, a mighty country in the light ... And in some ways very wild and servants of Satan!
  Then Albina giggled and objected:
  - Why Satan? Or an almighty God?
  Margaret nodded.
  - Yes, if our army is successful, then without God it cannot be otherwise!
  Albina corrected her friend:
  - Not without God, but with God! The Almighty loves the strong and merciless! The Aryans will crush everyone!
  Margaret exclaimed with admiration:
  - And we have such a technique! Disks are amazing!
  Albina, energetically making a corner, agreed:
  - Yes ... We can if we want!
  Margaret logically clarified:
  - And when we do not want, we also know how! Forced scientists from half the world are plowing on us!
  The girls began to make the corner much more energetic. And their car glided through the air. She looked like a UFO. This is such a wonderful piece of engineering. Something that is created beyond the technological level that is typical for the planet Earth. Among other things, the diskette is equipped with several ultra-modern radars. Heard a b-b-b-b... an alarm!
  The girls jumped up and ran to the viewing screens... They zoomed in... So it is, a dozen American Mustangs and four Airacobras were flying in front. US planes broke out of the clouds. Apparently they noticed a rather large diskette, or scanned it with a radar. Although such flying saucers are almost invisible on the radar. But in the sky they are visible from a great distance.
  Two squadrons attempted to attack the diskette. Margaret accelerated by pressing the joystick buttons. And went to the ram. Sharply, like a boxer's fist in the weight of a feather, a flying saucer flashed. And hit the American fighter. Like a diamond cutter hitting iron. Sparks rained down, and the laminar jet crushed the plane into shiny shavings.
  Albina, holding the joystick with her bare fingers, deftly turned the diskette around and again rammed the US Air Force fighter. He crumbled to shreds. And the blonde terminator, continuing to move, grinded one aircraft after another.
  Margaret remarked:
  - We erase them ... Like chalk with an eraser!
  Albina giggled and said:
  - They don't stand a chance!
  The diskette was moving several times faster than the American planes. And there really was no way to get away from him. Moreover, the maneuverability of the German car is simply phenomenal. But faced with a new weapon, the Americans acted wisely: they rushed in all directions. And the girls had to sharply speed up the pursuit.
  When hit by a diskette, it began to hum, as if they were removing shavings. The famous disc of Belontsi crushed and twisted everyone. And yet he didn't even flinch.
  The girls laughed as they pursued the enemy. They overtook and flattened, cut. It was like a kite chasing chickens, maybe faster. And such a cutter was simply like the sword-treasurer of Ilya Muromets. Which cut down everything ... And almost managed to catch up and slam everything.
  The girls drank and almost jumped out of their chairs, holding on to the clamps with their hands and feet. And somehow they still held on. And they could continue to fight further.
  But now the last American fighter has been overtaken. The girls shook off beads of sweat from their foreheads. And again switched the aircraft to autopilot. Albina, drawing in her embossed belly, suggested:
  - Maybe we can eat?
  Margaret agreed:
  - That's a good idea!
  Warriors climbed into the refrigerator. Albina pressed the button with her toe. Came out two tubes of nutrient mixture. The girls carefully took them in their hands. Finely chopped pork with peas and tomato sauce. On the label of each tube there is a funny pig, and a tomato with a pea stalk.
  The girls began to suck carefully, slightly pressing on the tube. Margaret remarked:
  - Soon we will go to the outer worlds. Then, perhaps, such food will be given to astronauts.
  Albina nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, that would be great! Fly to other worlds, look at neighboring planets.
  Margaret whistled and said dreamily:
  - Yes. This is very interesting. And what do these aliens look like? They probably look like people. Or maybe they are different?
  Albina shrugged her shoulders and suggested:
  "Perhaps we can meet elves. They are similar in appearance to humans, but did not originate from monkeys, but from cats. And so they have sharp ears and a very cute look.
  Margaret remarked with a sweet smile:
  "They say elves don't age at all!"
  Albina nodded in agreement.
  - Perhaps ... But it would be better for people to be so happy!
  Margaret sucked from the tube. She swallowed and said:
  - Yes ... There is nothing worse than old age! In this regard, it's just the scourge of God!
  Albina stroked her bare leg. She pictured a guy next to her. So tall, muscular, like an Apollo. Or maybe Hercules. Then she imagined him petting her. Yes, that would be great.
  And then move on to something more serious. To experience strong caresses, and stroking, hot kisses of the chest. Like strong male lips I caress the raspberry nipple. And how I would like to remain young and attractive forever.
  Never grow old, be forever young, slim, athletic!
  Albina suggested with timid hope:
  - Maybe people will invent something so as not to grow old?
  Margaret confidently replied:
  - Sooner or later, of course, old age will be defeated ... But the question is, will we live to see this?
  Albina tried to console her friend:
  - If the Aryan science can do everything, then time will pass, and they will be able to resurrect the dead. And then it won't matter when we die!
  Margaret said with a smile:
  Let's enjoy the world without evil,
  Even if it's hard to believe sometimes...
  Children will play and laugh
  And we will achieve immortality ... perhaps!
  The girls pulled from the tubes. Chopped meat, peas and tomatoes, a very tasty and nutritious combination. Margaret also imagined her future husband. So buff and smart, with a high forehead. She really liked Spartacus. A man born to be a ruler, or a great commander turned out to be a slave. Regarding Spartacus, Margaret read a novel by an Italian writer. Great piece of art, don't miss it.
  True, the fact that Spartacus was a noble Thracian leader is most likely an invention of the author. It is not even known whether Spartacus was a Thracian. He was only in the Thracian section. About the real history of Spartacus - information is scarce. He seemed to be freeborn. And they even say he served as a legionnaire in the Roman army. Then, when the war moved to Thrace, he even deserted and fought against the Romans. He was again caught and sold to the gladiators.
  Then Spartacus came to fame in the arena. But Spartak could well have been a German. Margaret imagined herself in bed with this hero.
  That's great - such a man! Women love jocks. Margaret thought that Spartacus was also unusually smart. He won victories over the Romans, having a rather poorly organized army of slaves and the poor. Although no, the leader of the gladiators established strict discipline.
  In vain did the consuls attack Spartacus. He dealt them one defeat after another. But in the end it was betrayal. And Spartacus was defeated.
  The slave war did not end in victory. What could be better. Having won, the slaves would have destroyed the Roman Empire, but could they offer something in return? Outright barbarism could have arisen in this part of the planets. Then Christianity would not have gained such a mass character. So it would not have been the emperor Constantine, who introduced such a religion from above. And time objectively was against Christianity. So a completely logical question arose: can you prove that the resurrection of Christ is not a fairy tale?
  All the witnesses of the resurrection and the apostles died or were executed, and then the disciples of the apostles. Of course, faith eroded over time. And the promise of immortality alone was not enough. Moreover, other peoples had their own idea of paradise. Take the same Egyptians. They have a whole science of the existence of the dead.
  And on the question of evidence, then over time it became more and more a matter of faith. And did Constantine himself believe in peace-loving Christianity, having spent almost his entire life in wars? Or maybe he was still frightened by non-existence, and he wanted at least some kind of posthumous hope? It is not known... But do not officially accept the authority of Christ, was it all this... Have Christians survived after two thousand years?
  However, this is a subjunctive story. Here the Japanese won in this world near Midway, and Hitler made a number of strong decisions, including declaring a total war much earlier and began to fight with all his might. And the result: the Germans are advancing on all fronts. And they have been successful in many areas.
  Margaret said thoughtfully:
  - Accidents are like links in the chain of history, one failure and a complete reversal!
  Albina added:
  - Everything in the world is accidental, especially luck, but you get trouble naturally to the fullest!
  Margaret took the tube with her bare fingers, twisted the stem, and squeezed. She sucked the meat a little and noticed:
  - But we just do not get into trouble, but we win! So there is no need for pessimism.
  Albina did not object:
  "It"s good to have lunch, it"s bad to be defeated, it"s even worse to lose to yourself!"
  The girls fell silent. After eating, they were drawn to sleep ... And why not sleep for a couple of hours. Then there will be no more time. The Americans have a lot of planes and they will constantly get them.
  Leaning back in their chairs, the girls quickly, as if on command, fell into a dream. They had an interesting dream... There they were in some new world. They go on their way. Bushes and jungle all around.
  And suddenly a boy runs out to meet. Such a blond, muscular, in some shorts. And behind him rushes a huge wolf, like a bull. The girl took off the machine guns from her shoulders and thrashed them in bursts. The wolf has been knocked out. He fell, choking on his own blood. I roar of the beast was so incredibly creepy. It seemed to come from behind the tombstone and resembled a mixture of the call signs of a buffalo and a spider.
  The boy stopped. He looked straight ahead with some astonishment. The boy looked to be thirteen or fourteen. A very sweet face with a manly chin, beautiful embossed muscles, press plates. Her hair is white as snow, lightly sprinkled with yellow, and her skin is tanned.
  A very pretty teenager who can be hung on a poster is a true Aryan. Is that the blue eyes are too kind. And a pearly smile. Margaret and Albina approached the boy and asked in chorus:
  - Hello! Who are you?
  The boy replied with a smile:
  - I'm King Matt! Lands of Pink Mists.
  Albina giggled and remarked:
  - King ... And why barefoot?
  The boy answered with a sigh:
  - I became a victim of the coup. Marshal Korshunov seized power in the kingdom. And they ripped off my royal dress, and half-naked were thrown by helicopter into the jungle, teeming with wild animals!
  Margaret giggled and held out her hand.
  - That's how your majesty ... Well, what, can we help you?
  King Matt shrugged his shoulders in confusion.
  - I doubt it ... There are only two of you, and there is a whole army with guns and helicopters!
  Albina, resolutely stamping her bare foot, answered:
  - We had to fight with the armies! No, we are ready to fight for a just cause!
  Margaret flicked the young king's fingers on the nose.
  - Do not be afraid, we are with you!
  - I'm not afraid! - The boy proudly straightened his not too wide, tufted shoulders. And added. - Well, well, I think we should go to my subjects, they will support the king.
  Albina looked around and asked:
  - And where to go ...
  Margaret looked around ... There were jungles around them. Something reminiscent of the Amazon. Huge ferns grew. There were many trees with flowers. The buds looked like roses, and the petunias were bright, like children's felt-tip pens. The leaves on the trees were large and complex.
  Large dragonflies, like albatrosses, flew, butterflies with meter wings fluttered.
  Albina glanced at the sky and exclaimed:
  - Yes, there are three suns!
  Margaret raised her head and cooed:
  - Wow! Is this another planet?!
  The Boy King Matt raised his eyebrows in surprise.
  - What other planet?
  Margaret shrugged her shoulders and asked:
  But it's clearly not Earth.
  The boy chuckled and replied:
  - So you're from Earth? From this harsh planet, where everything shone one!
  Margaret chuckled and asked again:
  - Do you know the Earth?
  The young king nodded.
  - Certainly! Our civilization comes from there!
  Albina looked at the boy more attentively and said:
  - Well, yes ... You are just like a person, only beautiful!
  King Matt nodded with a bright head:
  - And you are also very beautiful! Help return the crown, and I myself will make my wives!
  The girls laughed. Margaret remarked:
  - Isn't it too early for you to get married?
  The boy shook his head negatively.
  - Kings get married early! I already have four wives, six will be with you, not counting the harem!
  Margaret laughed even louder.
  - So you have a harem! Wow!
  Matt puffed out his chest and answered:
  - And what about a king without a harem? It would not be prestigious! I am the monarch of a great country, we have already launched a satellite into space!
  Albina hugged the boy by the shoulders and cooed:
  - Sweetie you are mine ... I still do not mind becoming your wife!
  The young king kissed the girl on the cheek in return, then on the lips, and cooed:
  - You smell so delicious ... You are so wonderful ...
  Oleg Rybachenko, in addition to being in this world, where the Nazis fought, distinguished himself in another universe. Where there was a truly brutal and aggressive space war. There the boy also got into a kind of trouble.
  And what after all it was necessary to work out immortality. Nothing is given as a gift. And work hard boy. And be truly without death and any extremes.
  And the second world war in different universes in different ways. And often even worse than it was in real history, since the Third Reich is very strong. And he was defeated literally by a miracle.
  So Oleg Rybachenko performs feats in a parallel world.
  The assault on Moscow and the battle for Rzhev continued. Using bombers and receiving blows from Soviet rocket artillery in response, the enemy advanced. The Germans tried to take the number of their innumerable equipment and bombing, as well as rocket salvos.
  The advance was slow, over scorched earth. The Soviet people fought like heroes... Rzhev became the second Stalingrad for the Nazis. All the inhabitants took part in the battles for him.
  A small group of pioneers held house number thirteen on Lenin Street. Boys and girls let the Nazis get closer and fired rifles right into their bared mouths. Or they threw grenades with homemade explosives at the enemy. And thus contributed to the victory.
  Here the eleven-year-old Mishka calmed down, his head was smashed by a fragment, here the girl Masha was killed by a sniper's bullet. But the rest of the guys fight with unrelenting tenacity. Pashka, for example, threw, putting all his strength into the explosion package, under the transport, forcing the car with enemy infantrymen to roll over. But the "Sturmtigers" and "Sturmmamonts" are approaching - dangerous weapons for attacks in big cities. Pashka and two other boys with him, risking their lives, are dragging a barrel with a mixture of two liquid reagents, which, when combined, form a powerful explosive. The half-naked guys are so soiled with soot that they are almost invisible against the burnt background.
  Pashka pulls with difficulty. He is very thin, like a desiccated mummy with ribs protruding from the bar. It's hard to drag a barrel, but, alas, simple grenades are powerless against the "Sturmmamont" weighing one hundred and fifty-five tons, and without a combat kit. The other two boys are even thinner. Although they are only nine years old, their bare soles are so chapped that they rustle over the rubble like sandpaper. At some point, the cannonade became a little quieter and the gnashing of callused feet tore my ear. The guys basically walked barefoot all year round, and endured a cold when their toes literally turned blue. But oddly enough, such extreme hardening in the Spartan style led to the fact that none of the boys and girls got sick.
  And given the sharp shortage of drugs and antibiotics, health is extremely important. But really, if you walk all year round in a beacon and shorts from early childhood, then you definitely won"t catch a cold and get sick with a sore throat.
  Another thing is that you can"t get used to hunger in contrast to frost. And what kind of food can there be in an almost completely besieged city. Where the only thin one is expensively shot through almost through.
  Pashka received a bullet from his shoulder, and clenched his teeth, biting his lip until it bled so as not to moan. No, he will not bring such joy to the Nazis. The Russian warrior does not groan in pain. The boy pulled the barrel and yelled at the guys:
  - Tear your claws, you still have to live!
  The boys, realizing that they are no longer needed here, quickly crawl away. Their knees and elbows are already keratinized from crawling on rubble, and they also rustle. It is good that in the deafening roar it is not audible.
  Pashka to be baptized and shouting:
  - I serve the USSR!
  Pushes the barrel under the tracks of the Sturmmamont. There is a roar that knocks out blood along with the roar and the boy is torn to pieces. But the Nazi machine cannot withstand a break, splitting into pieces. And the wide barrel of a bomb-launcher flies through a collapsed piece of wall.
  Pashka died, but his soul rushed to another universe. Chernobog himself led the boy to another universe. There is such a gigantic ring of the Parent, the souls of the dead move there. And these universes are no longer part of the Hyperveer system, but are an independent system. The personality of a person is preserved and memory is also preserved, and then he can apply his life experience in the next universe, where the rest of the dead live only once so far. In case of repeated death of the body, the soul will be transferred to the next universe, and the person will live for the third time ... If he dies again, then the transfer will occur in the fourth. For God and the God of the Gods, the Parent is great over an innumerable multitude of universes. And there will be no end to the wanderings of the soul until a person develops to such a level that he himself becomes a God-demiurge.
  Such, here is the Hyperevolution of the spirit. And people are still on the lowest rung at the very foot of the throne leading to omnipotence and the satisfaction of all desires. Sooner or later, each person will achieve his goal by going through many births and deaths and gaining experience. Alas, the hopes of those, especially monks and martyrs, that having suffered in this life, they will receive a paradise full of sweet fruits and fragrant flowers are futile. Therefore, the Infinite Supercreator in His Hyper-Omnipotence has prepared for people something better than just paradise. In any case, for active individuals. And those who are weak and not so energetic can count on the fulfillment of a more modest dream. To meet your relatives and friends who were dear on Earth, or in other worlds. And live happily with them in a good world: without wars, hunger, disease, old age and other misfortunes. Only to such a paradise, not a single life and not a single incarnation has to walk.
  And that in fact a person after a series of rebirths in his hands, such a force can be under control that he himself will be able to choose his own form of happiness. Or active and enjoyment in relative peace. And so it can be even a Mohammedan paradise with a harem, dishes and dancers can get so bored that a person will choose a much more active simpler for himself!
  For God has laid Eternity in their hearts! And man became a living soul, and the body goes to dust (to the elements of the earth!) from which it was created, and the spirit to God who gave it! The human spirit is the breath of the God of Gods the Parent. And the soul is immortal, because in it is a particle of the Supreme Creator of the universe. And we are not just clay. We are the grandchildren of the Demiurge Gods and their relatives, and not just a creation. And the Lord laid eternity in their hearts. Because the Almighty Nadbod Parent is eternity. And in every person there is a particle of the Hyper-omnipotent Deity that should be developed in oneself, including by learning to endure suffering, pain, death and perform feats.
  A pioneer boy died to be reincarnated as princes in a new universe.
  Chernobog showed the ranger girls this too... After all, this is a rare spectacle of the light that happens later in the Infinite Kingdom of the Dead.
  Pashka woke up in a new body ... The last thing that a boy of eleven years old remembered was a strong, tearing vein, muscles, bony body pain, and then came lightness and bliss. And the earth that instantly floated away from under the boy's bare feet, which turned into a small silver coin and disappeared behind the radiance of the brightest stars. And then a symphony began to play, something incredibly majestic.
  And now she is back in her body, full of strength, cheerfulness from a healthy appetite. Pashka is still a boy, but no longer thin, of a camp appearance as before, but muscular, strong, and the tan on his skin is not quite human, dark golden. The boy felt his face, no, it seems to be quite human, with smooth and clean skin, and on the head the hair is soft and silky to the touch. Only here on the wrists are some strange bracelets.
  The kid jabbed at the gem, and a hologram flashed. A three-dimensional color image of an unimaginably beautiful girl appeared. Her silvery little voice chirped out:
  - Oh, your highness! Your birth took place and therefore the cart will be celebrated in the kingdom!
  And practically immediately after her words in the throne room, where the newborn boy-dead was located, bright, colorful lights flared up, and sheaves of spotlights were hammered. Pashka was suddenly carried, as if by a wave, to a huge stadium, where a motley crowd greeted him with jubilation. The boy looked around him and blinked his eyes. In the gigantic throne room, statues were standing and spinning at the top, a very elaborate and colorful chandelier shape. And the multi-colored jets of fountains beat.
  In general, the palace itself was both futuristic and ancient at the same time.
  The vast majority of the audience were beautiful boys and girls, and there were three times as many girls. In addition to them, there were a small number of creatures of two kinds. Very large, over two meters tall, similar to gorillas, only with ears like the wings of bats, creatures of gray and brown. And a little smaller orange and yellow individuals similar to foxes, but there were few of them.
  In addition to them, mechanical little men were still spinning in the hall, carrying royal food and luxurious drinks in colorful wrappers on wheels.
  Pashka noticed that there were practically no elderly people in the hall, and so the creatures, although they look like people, are somehow too bright with golden skin, and their hair is like flower petals. Beautiful audience, but too much. Yes, and their ears, not quite human, look like a rosebud cut in half.
  Where is he? Maybe heaven? Recently, Orthodoxy and pioneers have drawn closer, and the priests promise those who died for the Fatherland a generous paradise.
  Maybe the priests don't lie? Now he is no longer barefoot, soiled with soot and all scratched in the battles for Rzhev boy. No, the prince is standing in front of them. Also still a boy, but in sparkling scarlet jeweled boots, in a very luxurious, albeit somewhat old-fashioned suit. On the belt sparkles a sword, with a hilt richly decorated with gems. It"s even strange: robots, television, and at the same time a castle entourage.
  Dressed, however, the audience is also figuratively. Young men in medieval camisoles and luxurious boots, and girls in high-heeled crystal shoes and transparent dresses that do not hide the beauties of the body.
  Two girls ran out in front of the princes, probably servants: so they were barefoot in short white dresses, and a naked cable, with a thin strip of shiny fabric barely covering their magnificent breasts. They scattered rose petals profusely, under the heels of the new fresh born prince.
  Pashka is now a royal person, but he was a hungry, thin, shamelessly soiled pioneer. And a sense of pride fills his soul. Honest pioneering - there is justice.
  A girl in royal robes and a young man of twenty years or more resembling a man appeared on the radiant throne. They greeted Pashka, who gave them a pioneer salute.
  The young man was wearing a crown and solemnly said:
  - You are the heroic hero whom the Gods have determined to be my heir and right hand!
  Pashka replied modestly:
  - I don't know your majesty. Hundreds and thousands of Soviet people fell no less heroically than I! And I think they deserve no less a reward in heaven!
  The king of this world said in an important tone:
  - Here we are all living one life and receiving another. The reward is not always fair. I, too, was not one of the best officers in the tsarist army, but received the title of king. But one of the barefoot girls is Makhno himself!
  The servant girl snapped at these words and blurted out:
  - But she knew the pleasures inaccessible to you men!
  The king replied harshly:
  - You slave Makhno did not give the word! Tie her to a goblin post so she can get her share of the whips.
  The girl was grabbed by gorillas with webbed ears in five phalanxes, and dragged to the post. The girl unsuccessfully tried to resist, but she was severely hit with a whip on her thighs. After that, she bit the goblin's paw, but received a poke in the chin with her fist and sagged, losing consciousness.
  The king would be pleased, but Pashka not at all. It is not good when I beat a woman, even if it is the bloody despot and bandit Makhno himself. Sometimes fate likes to play a trick on a person. Or more precisely, the Demiurge Gods. Scoundrels sometimes receive a posthumous reward, but not always directly. Who can incarnate into a cripple, who into a slave or a slave. But His Majesty himself is not an angel at all, but an officer-reveler Schwinder. No worse than other officers, but no better. And he was lucky, as in Vysotsky's song, to grow up to the monarch, already in his second life. True, not immediately, but when the former king was killed. Here, previously dormant abilities appeared.
  Pashka looked and was silent. He already felt unhappy. And the not too pleasant voice of the monarch announced:
  - And this you have to take part in the traditional ritual of the coronation of princes! Now there will be a punishment of a large, especially dangerous criminal of a previous life! For I believe that sins must receive retribution!
  There was a creaking sound, and the floor in front of the throne began to move apart. The sound was soft, the robots swept away the dust, and the rod rose into the sky. There was something similar to a steel horizontal bar. Only he was by the hands, chained to a thick crossbar, a boy, and a barbell was chained to his legs. The arms were turned out of the muscular shoulders and it was clear that the load was causing the boy terrible pain.
  Zoya and Victoria immediately recognized Oleg Rybachenko in this muscle-bound boy, and with a howl turned to Chernobog:
  - What are you doing darkest?
  The Overlord of the Hyperuniversal Evil gently replied:
  - Due to the fault of this boy, you cannot continue to fight in this universe and ensure the victory of the USSR! - The eye of Chernobog became stricter. - Agree this is a fairly serious crime, that for him and cook we live in oil a little!
  Zoya said in a pleading tone:
  - But this is an involuntary sin of the greatest!
  Chernobog answered in a valiant tone:
  - For inadvertently beat desperately! Believe me, this kid was treated extremely gently!
  The goblins stood at the edges of the tied Oleg. The boy was completely naked and his muscles were swollen from the weight of the rod chained to his legs. Pashka, having doubts, asked:
  - And what is his fault?
  The king arrogantly replied:
  - The fact that because of him, Soviet Russia missed its big chance for salvation!
  Pashka quietly asked Oleg Rybachenko:
  - This is true!
  The boy, torn to pieces on end, gnashed his teeth.
  - Yes! It's my fault!
  The laconic order of the monarch followed:
  - Beat!
  And the goblins slammed their chains on the boy's bare back with all their might. The skin burst, and Oleg Rybachenko's face turned scarlet. But the boy, clenching his jaw and shuddering, resisted and did not utter a cry. And the goblins continued their regiment with cold fury. They thrashed with all their might, and confidently cut through the boy's skin.
  Pashka paid tribute, despite the wild pain, Oleg Rybachenko did not scream, but only breathed heavily. Although the torture intensified. The chains on the plastic handle began to heat up and turn red. So now each new blow not only cut the skin, but burned it in place with meat.
  A strong smell of roasted meat wafted through the room. The pain was monstrous. Oleg's eyes popped out of their sockets, and his face turned blue, blood flowed from his throat, but all the same, with a titanic effort of will, he held back the roar that was ready to escape from his throat. It was felt that this boy had gone cruel. school, including in the world of star, space wars. Oleg imagined that I was whipping him with a broom in a hot bath and it became much easier.
  The white-hot chains thrashed and burned Rybachenko from the neck to the very heels, on which the goblins slammed with a goblin, but the burnt and wounded boy still did not want to lose consciousness. Pashka looked at this as if spellbound. He felt sorry for his peer, almost the same age, but on the other hand, through his fault, the USSR, which was barely holding on, was on the very brink of death. Well, can this really be forgiven? After all, Stalin himself called for ruthlessness towards enemies. Moreover, the boy is very muscular and not at all emaciated, although he does not have a drop of excess fat.
  It means that he did not know real hunger, and this also does not cause sympathy ...
  A sudden burst of eardrums from their sockets rocked the palace. The wall collapsed, and the past blast wave scattered people like empty bottles, threw the throne to the tornado ... Everything happened as if during a strong earthquake, at a hurricane pace. And a moment later, the thugs appeared. Very similar to goblins, but not naked in wool, but in uniforms.
  The horizontal bar collapsed from the concussion and the crossbar broke. Oleg Rybachenko, brutally beaten and covered with burns, fell on Pashka. All of his back and chest, collapsed on the prince of the boy-slave, was burned and broken. Nevertheless, the boy still held on to his consciousness and whispered to the pioneer:
  - This is our chance!
  And he pulled out a pistol studded with diamonds from Pashka's belt. He fired once into his handcuffs. Those burst, then followed by two shots at the fetters that bound the legs. Despite all the strength of torment, Oleg Rybachenko retained the ability to move, and his mental perception turned out to be stronger than ever. The prince had some of the most advanced wizards in the kingdom hanging from his belt.
  And the goblins who burst in did not hide their feelings and bestial instincts. They were eager to destroy as many living creatures as possible and fired anywhere.
  Oleg Rybachenko barely had time to push Pashka away, and in the place where the boy-prince had just been lying, only a funnel half a meter wide and a meter deep remained, and its edges smoked and sparkled. Rybachenko Jr. himself opened confident fire on the enemy. The first five goblin invaders were cut down by the first burst.
  The boy took a break and picked up the magic blaster dropped by the king with his feet, so he pressed the buttons with his bare fingers. In space worlds, Oleg Rybachenko already dealt with similar types of weapons and therefore acted very confidently. A dozen more goblins directed their souls to the transcendental worlds from shooting the boy from hand and foot.
  And in general, not a comic battle caught fire. Were ready to fight significant forces. When former people grappled with each other ... Only in slightly different bodies.
  Oleg, shooting and dodging the enemy's nail pullers, thought: who are these goblins? They are people, and if so, what crimes have they committed on planet Earth? Goblins are usually used in fairy tales to denote evil and something stupid.
  The boy-ranger also picked up the elves dropped by the dead, in which the ray gun, which has now become a dead man, was embodied. And now he began to shoot with both hands.
  The seasoned Pashka pulled out another magic blaster from his belt and began to fire at more and more new aggressors running in and attacking.
  Here appeared a huge flying saucer, like a battleship, and more and more goblins and foxes rarely found between them jumped out of it. However, the wing-eared (goblins) that belonged to the kingdom of the elves did not hesitate to shoot at their relatives in response. So the exchange of blows was in full swing.
  Oleg Rybachenko was on a roll right now. He fired off his magic blasters, arranging rank after rank of the gathering monsters. Some goblins were charred by the striking stings of the magoplasma, while others, having fallen under the gravitational emitter, let out green and blue fountains of blood. But that only made it hotter, and fearful winged daggers were approaching.
  They, in turn, were hit by anti-aircraft guns from the palace. All the skies were lit up in eyeballs with magnificent fireworks.
  Oleg Rybachenko spoke aggressively:
  A sinful man will get his
  It will be like a spider on fire,
  Believe me, this is a difficult case -
  The sinner worshiped Satan!
  However, the concept of Satan and Chernobog is not at all identical. Satan is a rebellious angel - creation, Chernobog, the eternally existing hypostasis of the Parent. And therein lies the huge difference between them. The fact that Chernobog is the Son and Part of the Family, and not his enemy at all! The word Satan is translated as an adversary.
  Pashka hit the goblin. All that remained of that was hairy lower limbs. In general, the elves fired much more efficiently. And who is the winged one? Gorilla is!
  Pashka narrowly escaped defeat, but managed to jump back, perhaps feeling the heat in his shoulders. The expensive cloth of the camisole was slightly charred.
  Incarnated as a girl, Old Man Makhno also fights, and fires very accurately. Nevertheless, it is not for nothing that he is considered a dashing ataman. As the song says. You and I have always crushed the infidels together, and led the crests and Russians - a single ataman. But after the chieftains were a little unlucky! But we will be united - to spite all the devils!
  Oleg Rybachenko mowed down a hundred goblins with a burst, issued:
  - In war, everything is permitted, and everything is necessary, to the one who can put anyone to death!
  Pashka agreed with this and began to shoot even more often, trying to show accuracy similar to that of this crippled, but not broken guy.
  The elves gradually consolidated, and pulled up reserves. The battle unfolded throughout the ruined and charred palace.
  And again there was a picture of the battles for Rzhev. The city turned into a heap of ruins did not give up. Natasha, a Komsomol girl, holding a machine gun in her hands, fired at the Fritz. A beautiful girl, was heavily soiled and thin: skin and bones. But the face, with its masculine chin and large blue eyes, retained its prettiness. Natalya had already been wounded more than once, but she endured "scratching" on her legs. Her cotton dress, torn and hastily sewn up more than once, looked like a beggar's rags. Added resemblance to a beggar and barefoot, all with abrasions and bruises, although the beautiful, harmoniously shaped legs of a Komsomol warrior, and a canvas bag where the girl hid grenades with an incendiary mixture.
  Natasha fired a burst, defusing another horn. This is only in the movies, there are such supermen that a dozen soldiers are cut off in one burst. In a real battle, God forbid that out of a hundred bullets there would be at least one accurate hit. The terminator boy Ole Rybachenko and the girl rangers in this case are a fabulous exception.
  But now Natalia is leaning against the collapsed wall and cautiously peeking out from behind a pile of broken bricks. There are so many blockages and barricades in the city that the Nazis cannot use their strong tanks to break through, and are forced to be drawn into an unfavorable infantry battle in small groups.
  It's hot and almost all the female warriors from the women's battalion fight barefoot, and dirty like pigs. But there is no time to wash, and the mud helps to disguise itself in the charred and flaming Rzhev, and therefore survive. Yet it wasn't until January 1, 1943 that the allies of the Third Reich were turned off. And the Germans were forced to leave this legendary ledge. How much it helped the Red Army in the battles for Moscow.
  Natasha knows this as well as anyone else. And so he sings a song to cheer up all the other warriors, many of whom are suffering from severe wounds;
  
  The world is full of struggle and suffering
  It's been that way since the dawn of time,
  When Abel fell and Cain rose,
  The villain is getting an armada of wreaths!
  
  Such is the need of man,
  To mourn bitterly for many years ...
  And so it was until the end of time,
  That the brave are only rewarded with chains and a pole!
  
  But believe in courage, the soldier will not leave,
  The Most High Rod will not give us away -
  Like sacred Russian books
  Svarog the Almighty will come to Earth!
  
  An era will come - where people are happy,
  Where there is no suffering and with the top amount!
  
  Where forever in honey will be dates, plums,
  And everyone will get a crazy reward!
  
  The people of our dear boundless Russia,
  I command, as if a wreath will bloom on a summer day ...
  And then mankind will become strong,
  Let's send a trip to the distant stars!
  
  It is impossible to stay on the Earth of the cradle,
  We are pulled by a magnet and the cosmos is calling...
  No wonder comparing the drawing, we mourned -
  And let's put a tough calculation on fortune!
  
  How beautiful is the Native teaching,
  What did the Almighty give us through His Vedas ...
  And the gold ring of our Motherland,
  The shackles of malice, break the needs!
  
  The fatherland will build the dream of communism,
  Everything will be free in it - greed will go away!
  For distant quasars, cherishing tourism,
  And a walk-flight to the blue star for the kids!
  After singing her portion of poetry, Natashka threw an incendiary mixture at the Infantry Fighting Vehicle trying to get close to her. And the German transport completely caught fire, began to expel clubs of black, ragged flame. The girl was lucky that the manhole cover was open. And the Fritz, who were also languishing from the heat, showed weakness. And a large incendiary bottle enveloped them.
  There was no detonation, since the boxes themselves had protection, but the belt of shells loaded into the cannon became wedged and began to tear aggressively. And the torn corpse of an SS Haupmann flew out of the hatch.
  But here's another BMP slammed from heavy machine guns. The Komsomol girl managed to jump back, but it hit her friend, and the five-year-old boy Kolya, who was bringing supplies. Poor child, what was he doing in this scolding? He helped adults with all his might, tried to lead the Red Army together with everyone to victory! And now a bullet-fool has cut his bright head.
  The only consolation he did not have time to experience pain.
  But Ekaterina Yarova died much more painfully. Her large-caliber bullets tore through her chest and back. And you die from deafening phases of suffering. It's like two snakes wrapped around you. One is as hot as fire, the other is colder than deadly ice. And they strangle the girl in hellish convulsions. Catherine moaned and suffered. Her bare, dusty, blood-stained legs twitched convulsively, and her bare fingers threw up rubble with charred napalm.
  Natasha crawled up to her friend and whispered to her:
  - Hold on! There will be another one soon! Much better life!
  Here the girl for a moment imagined communism. A kingdom where absolutely everything is. And all dreams come true like in a fairy tale. And she could meet her bombed-out parents there. But, alas, the fairy tale is a lie ...
  On Natasha's mane, dirty and gray with dust, rubble, beaten off by shots of a large-caliber machine gun, is pouring. Nightmarish and creepy. But the girl still whispers:
  
  - I believe! Hope! I love!
  And the warrior suddenly jumps up sharply and throws a Molotov cocktail, putting all her hatred into this impulse. The bottle flies to the BMP and breaks on it. But when the hatch is closed, the car inside will burn or not, the chances are moot. The machine-gun burst flies with a delay, and Natalya manages to slam on the ground and cling to the split concrete. And on her scratched almost bare back, various garbage is pouring.
  Suddenly, a roar is heard, and machine gun shots stop. It was the pioneer Leshka who managed to get close with the Strela installation - something like a faustpatron improved by Soviet designers. Disposable weapon, but quite effective. And armed with two air cannons and four large-caliber machine guns, the fascist transport was broken up. And the pioneer, although small in stature, is nimble, and can drag the "Arrow" -2 on himself. Now he is returning back for a new, so simple, recoilless weapon, which is quite possible to produce in a handicraft way.
  And in the world of the Second World War, cool events took place.
  Jane, Gringeta, Malanya and the newcomer Matilda took part in the landings in Cuba. The girls rode on the Goering-4 tank. This is a new machine created on the basis of the evolution of the Churchills. This tank was slightly lightened to improve driving performance. The result was a machine weighing fifty-seven tons with an 88-millimeter cannon and with 152-millimeter armor at an inclination of the forehead, and 102-millimeters of armor and stern at an inclination. In protection and armament, this tank was inferior to the E-50, but it had an engine with a boost of up to 1200 horsepower. So far, there were not enough gas turbines for all cars. Still, the tank turned out pretty good. In terms of the level of protection, it was not inferior to the Tiger-2 in the forehead, and even surpassed it on the side.
  The quality of cemented armor is excellent. Although the tank itself is imperfect. But having the weight of the Tiger, it has better protection. And at least with good speed.
  Jane whistles a song.
  Gringeta presses his bare feet on the pedals. Malania remarks:
  - The Cubans don't seem to want to fight against us at all!
  Gringeta chuckled and replied:
  - Rather, even they consider us to be their liberators. And what about Cuba America? Rather, they look at her as occupiers.
  Jane stretched out her bare, graceful feet. The tank had large slopes of the sides, which created some problems for the crew, but it increased the survivability of the vehicle. The frontal armor is angled at 45 degrees, which gives a large ricochet. Now there are two Pershings against them. They opened fire.
  Gringeta planted her bare, tanned feet on the metal and aimed the weapon.
  One of the American shells hit the forehead of the tank. This is not fatal, the gift of death went into a ricochet.
  Gringeta fired, aiming at the front of the tower. The Pershing has frontal armor the same thickness as the Goering-4, and the angle of inclination is even smaller. So a more powerful 88mm gun pierces metal.
  Gringeta says, licking her lips:
  - And to be conceited with dreams - who could compete ... What is it for a schoolboy to fight with a supporting punks!
  The Pershing caught fire. The combat kit began to tear. Then there was a roar, finally tearing off the tower.
  Gringeta transferred the gun to another tank. She was not at all embarrassed that her car was moving and she had to shoot on the go. The warrior has a lot of experience. Got into the thirty-four. And they have smaller towers than the Pershings.
  The village girl purred:
  - I am the most beautiful and strong!
  She already had experience. In addition, the Pershings are stationary, which means they are much easier to hit. The pierced tower crumbles like glass.
  Malanya sings:
  - It will shatter into fragments - you try to find them!
  Matilda said:
  - Only the sky, only the wind, only joy ahead!
  The Pershings have been destroyed and the German tank is rushing into battle again. Warriors even sing.
  Here is a battery ahead ... They turn their tank around to receive shells in the forehead and shoot.
  Gringeta says, slapping bare, graceful legs on the armor:
  - I hit only once ... So brave!
  Malania adds:
  - And skillful! Top notch guide!
  Gringeta adds:
  - Not in the eyebrow, but immediately in the eye!
  And opens fire. She is not afraid of enemy guns. Shoots amazingly well. All in all, this quartet is great. Girls from Britain now part of the Third Reich with very conditional autonomy.
  Now comes the conquest of Cuba. Gringetta's highly accurate shots silence one gun after another. The battery spits frantically, but the eruption of the cannons gradually fades.
  Jane with her bare foot caresses Gringet's fair head and says:
  - That's the way to keep it!
  And the lord's daughter giggles. Her bare soles are very ticklish, and surprisingly pleasant from such touches. It's like walking on a fibrous web. And the girl's heel is so round and seductive.
  Gringeta tickles the sole with her index finger, and gently says:
  - You are very beautiful right ... But please do not distract me from shooting.
  Jane laughs back. And playfully chirps:
  - And I like you, I like you, I like you, and for me there is no other friend in the world!
  Gringeta answered with a sigh:
  - I love guys ... Although you are certainly lovely. I wonder what your son would look like?
  Jane replied with a harpy smile:
  - I think he would be very handsome and you would love him!
  Gringeta twisted her hips, she imagined a powerful man with great dignity entering her. What a pleasure it is. How nice it is to feel the weight of Hercules, or even better to ride him yourself. Eh, wait for a pause in the battles and jump to the men. Better from the SS, so the guys are big.
  Jane also dreamed of caresses. With a man, or with a beautiful girl, it doesn't matter. Both are pleasant in their own way. This is what many do not understand. How can you love both. However, Jane is certainly not one of those ladies who are called whores. She loves caresses and touches of strong bodies to herself.
  But the battery is broken. Tanks of the Third Reich are rushing forward. The novice warrior Matilda says with surprise in her voice:
  - And the war is easier than I thought ... And I was also afraid!
  Malanya remarked with a laugh:
  - The most difficult thing is the fight, and you need to go big ... This is really a problem.
  Matilda, who had not yet had time to get used to the rude soldier's humor, barked:
  - Don't you think it's too vulgar?
  Gringetta sang in response:
  - We are building a new world and denying the past... Elevating the absurd and vulgar to the throne!
  Matilda remarked with delight:
  - This is rightly noticed ... Well, who is Hitler? The son of a drunkard and a peasant woman, and we are forced to obey him!
  Jane saw fit to be reminded:
  - Genghis Khan was also a slave in his youth, and did not know how to read and write, but how much he won ... Sometimes fortune likes to joke!
  Matilda recalled with a sigh:
  - I used to believe in God... But now I have lost all desire to believe in him. If God allows this, then what kind of God is he?
  Gringeta suggested:
  - Maybe there is a God, but I am evil? The peasant girl rubbed the tip of her nose with her bare toes. "Looking at our world, one can easily believe it. That something evil and cruel rules over us!
  Matilda nodded in agreement and reminded:
  - The most successful commanders: Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Hitler - were also the most cruel. Therein lies a certain paradox!
  Gringeta remarked:
  - The people are the mass, and the mass must be treated like a woman, and a woman willingly submits to force. Apparently something that is cruel and in fact the most effective!
  Jane, too, saw fit to be reminded:
  - The most cruel Turkish sultan, and was the most ferocious ruler and successful conqueror. The Ottoman Empire was not inferior in size to the Roman Empire, and was distinguished by its bloodthirstiness.
  Malanya thumped her armor with her bare foot and growled:
  - Cruelty, cruelty, and once again cruelty - cementing the nation!
  Gringeta giggled and cooed:
  - We will fight on the ground, in the sky even in September... Yes, it's funny!
  The Cuban units offered no resistance and surrendered. And there were few Americans along the way.
  The girls in the tank started talking a little.
  Matilda reminded me sadly:
  We defeated the Germans in World War I. And now we suffer defeat after defeat.
  Malanya corrected Matilda:
  - It's not we who endure, but the Americans.
  Gringeta chuckled and added:
  - And who are the Americans - our former colony!
  Jane laughed and remarked:
  - But a very strong colony that was able to separate from the empire. It's a pity, of course, but after the World War, having formally won the victory, the British lion did not become stronger. Germany, even before the First World War, experienced rapid industrial growth. And Hitler combined the power of capitalism with the power of a totalitarian fascist state. And it paid off!
  Gringeta philosophically remarked:
  - Democracy has lost to a totalitarian dictatorship!
  Jane elaborated:
  - Not only a totalitarian, but also a popular dictatorship. Hitler managed to achieve real support, both by deeds and propaganda. Of course, we have not reached such a level of unity and unity of the nation as the Germans. And in the end, they could not keep the colonies, especially when Stalin betrayed us.
  Malania suggested:
  - For Churchill, the best result, or rather the most rational decision, would be to make peace with the Third Reich back in July of the fortieth year. In this case, we would have saved all the colonies and hundreds of thousands of lives. And the continuation of the war was madness.
  Jane rationally clarified:
  - Madness in any case! If the USSR itself had entered the war, then the success of the Russians would have created a red empire in Europe and a mortal threat to Britain. It is clear that the Communists would not stop there. - The girl touched her chest, and rubbed her bare heel on her press, which became sharper from training and continued the educational program. - Stalin and his communism are inclined towards outright world domination. And attacked fortified us. And if Hitler had won, then the Third Reich would have had the resources to fight us. Anyway, it was stupid to fight.
  Perhaps, after peace, the Germans would generally begin to digest what they had captured earlier, and would not go anywhere. And Churchill acted like a frank idiot!
  Matilda thumped her armor hard with her bare foot, growling:
  - Churchill is really an idiot! And it's good that he didn't have time to escape to Canada. Let him suffer in prison!
  Jane's eyes flashed fiercely.
  - Yes, let him suffer! He set up the whole of Britain!
  Malanya, after a short pause, remarked:
  - Although peace with Germany could also create some problems. Having received the resources of the French and Dutch colonies and the industrial potential of Europe, the Germans had every chance to crush our economy. Although this is still a long-term perspective. However, the Third Reich developed rapidly even without a war, and its potential grew rapidly.
  Jane nodded with a sad smile.
  - Hard German mode. The embodied order... Totalitarian ruthless state. It without superfluous democracy, gives miracles! And in the economy too!
  Malania responded:
  - Our ancient democracy did not prevent the country from developing and becoming great. We had territories with the colonies, more than the empire of Genghis Khan. And at the same time, the parliament has been functioning for more than one century, issuing laws instead of the king.
  Jane giggled and remarked:
  - And the Fuhrer arrogated to himself the right to legislate! He is like an emperor!
  Malanya corrected her friend:
  - Now with us! And we are under the Fuhrer!
  The girls were depressed... Jane tried to imagine what it would have been like if Churchill had made peace with Hitler in July 1940. Germany agrees to the inviolability of the British Empire, and does not even demand the return of its former colonies. The only condition is the rental of diamond copies in Namibia. Well, it's not so humiliating for the British. But what the Germans have already captured becomes their right. The possessions of the French in Africa and Indochina, almost all of continental Europe are included in the sphere of influence of the Third Reich. And the Dutch colonies too. Hitler received just enough not to fight further, but to digest his possessions. He now has colonies almost like Britain. And the overall level of economic development is even higher. Germany is in second place, followed by the United States. And the USSR, thanks to the cruel Stalinist industrialization, came out on the third place in the world. The military potential of the Russian Empire increased. It should be noted that Stalin expanded the territory at the expense of the lands in the west, and now his population was approaching two hundred million.
  Hitler, who now had a free hand, was faced with a choice: to start a war in the forty-first year: to prevent the Russians from preparing. Postpone the attack on the USSR and better prepare yourself. Here, of course, the Fritz had a choice. Much depended on intelligence work. Stalin was informed of data that overestimated the German potential. Hitler, on the other hand, had an underestimated idea of the forces of Russia.
  But it was obvious: Stalin was re-equipping the army. Tanks of the KV and T-34 series appeared, which could become massive. Mass-produced newest aircraft are almost as good as German models. Calculation and number of infantry, due to universal military service.
  Germany also re-equipped the T-3 tanks with a more powerful gun. Increased the production of Yu-88, launched the latest modifications of the ME-109 F from a series. In the aviation of the USSR, it outnumbers, but is inferior in quality. In tanks, Russians have two thousand vehicles stronger than German ones, and the rest are light, but some will be faster. The enemy is also stronger. And Stalin can get the infantry. In reality, the USSR is not inferior to the Wehrmacht in terms of potential, and even stronger in tanks. The Germans have more infantry, only due to mobilization. If the USSR mobilizes troops, then it will have more.
  Know, Hitler, the truth, would think three times - is it worth starting? Maybe it's better for the Germans to transfer the economy to a military footing and use the potential of the occupied countries, to gain an advantage over the enemy? Especially in tanks?
  The Fuhrer, having territories, taking into account the colonies, no less than the USSR and in a warmer climate, and even more population, if you consider who he occupied ...
  There was a choice - preparing. Form divisions from foreigners. Put blacks and Europeans on the machines.
  Well, if Hitler were a wise politician with good intelligence, he would have tried to maximize the production of weapons - to prepare thoroughly.
  But the Fuhrer, most likely, would have attacked the USSR in the forty-first year. He had three or four thousand more aircraft lost in the battle with Britain. And tanks at the expense of the African division, so five hundred, six hundred more.
  Well, Rommel would have been cut in the east. The Nazis would have had a couple of extra tank divisions. Well, maybe a couple more motorized and a dozen infantry. It is unlikely that the self-confident Fuhrer would have gathered more forces.
  And Stalin? I would have as much as I had before. To him, Britain is generally up to the lantern. The question is, would the attack be sudden?
  If, as in reality, a tactical strike against troops unprepared for defense still took place, then everything could have turned out worse for Russia. Especially if the offensive had begun on May 15, 1941.
  Then they would have taken Moscow before the autumn thaw. Japan would strike from the east ... The USSR would have little chance. Most likely, in the forty-second year the war would have ended with the capture of the main regions of the USSR. Or for some time it would have been conducted by semi-partisan methods.
  A variant of a separate peace is also possible. Like Moscow is preserved, but the Germans get the Caucasus in exchange. But even this could not suit Hitler. Knowing the character of dictator number one, he would most likely wage war all the way to the Urals, if not further.
  However, the occupation of the USSR would divert significant forces of the Third Reich. But this would be partially compensated by local policemen and foreign divisions. And then what?
  Would Hitler digest the USSR too? He might have to do this for a while. Until the guerrilla movement was reduced to a safe minimum, balanced by local police forces.
  And then? Wouldn't Hitler go to Britain? You can ask a question, but does he need it?
  There is already more land than Britain, even with the colonies, but why not take it all? And then do not conquer the whole world. Britain first. Then, together with Japan, we smash the USA. And then comes the turn of the Land of the Rising Sun itself.
  The temptation to become a world dictator is very great. Although of course, perhaps Hitler would have stopped. But it's hard to stop when you win. And it is difficult to refrain from attacking Russia, which does not think about defense, but is directly preparing for an offensive war.
  Well, how can you trust Stalin, if he trains the army, they will not defend themselves, but attack and beat the enemy on his territory. Anyone would think about this.
  Indeed, why did the USSR think only about the offensive? Prepared themselves aggression?
  There was something to think about and Hitler, too. Germany's security could only be guaranteed by the atomic bomb, together with ballistic missiles as a means of delivery. The Germans could create ballistic missiles. But for nuclear weapons, it took several more years. And who will guarantee that Stalin will wait? Moreover, controlling Europe and having colonies, Germany is economically stronger than the USSR.
  And it is clear that Stalin will not gain anything from delay, so technical competition against scientists from all over Europe, welded together by iron German discipline, is not very promising.
  So the likelihood that Stalin will start first is high. Although, of course, an attack on the Third Reich is too much of a responsible decision. Moreover, Japan could open a second front in the Far East. It turned out from all points of view, it was unprofitable for Stalin to attack the Third Reich. But waiting didn't bode well either. Since the Nazis, relying on the resources of Europe and the colonies, could eliminate the main trump card of Russia - the advantage in tanks.
  And on planes too. And then develop jet aviation and get a decisive qualitative advantage in the air. So Stalin had no reason to delay too much. But to decide to fight alone with all of Europe, plus the colonies, and probably also Japan ... Almost suicidal. Since the total superiority of the enemy in human resources and potential is obvious.
  This is where personality traits come into play. But knowing Hitler's ambitions, it is most logical that he himself will climb into Russia, and even in the forty-first year, without engaging in a long wait. Yes, and the Fuhrer's self-confidence is known to everyone. Without any doubt, he will climb like a rabid bull on Russia. And it will not take into account the real balance of forces. Or maybe even the Germans do not know, have no idea what they will have to face.
  However, the probability of the victory of the Third Reich, especially in alliance with Japan, is very high. Moreover, it is much easier for the Land of the Rising Sun to decide to seize the Far East together with the Nazis than to fight with the mighty Britain, and the economically developed USA, for the Pacific colonies.
  It is clear that America and England in total are so superior to the samurai that the war against them is suicidal. And the Third Reich will not help. And what about the USSR? The Germans and their satellites will crush him. In addition, Turkey will also enter the war, and Italy, which is not connected with the war with Britain. Such forces will fall upon Stalin.
  There are already slippery chances to resist, even if Russia manages to put its troops on alert before the German attack. In addition, in real history, the Red Army seems to have managed to enter a combat state. And the suddenness of the blow was felt only by those forces that were brought close to the border. And this, of course, is a smaller part of the Red Army.
  And if you consider that in any case Russia is not ready for a defensive war...
  That prospects for Stalin were not bright. Unless you deliver a preemptive strike yourself. Counting on the fact that Germany is already not ready for defense. In this case, the calculation could be partly justified. But by anyone it is clear that Britain received a reprieve. Maybe the USSR, having attacked the Third Reich first, achieved something due to surprise. And then the war would drag on. The best option: mutual annihilation of two tyrants. Yes, and Japan, so that she got bogged down harder. It is possible to build calculations on this.
  As the Russians say: two fools fight, the smart one watches. Indeed, why would the British interfere? Let both sides wear themselves out. They will fight to the point of exhaustion.
  The girls' thoughts and silence were broken by the appearance of three Shermans in front of them. Tall, American tanks moved towards Goering-4. It is clear that the Yankees are not bad and understood that it was very important to get close to the German tank, or even go on board. And they accelerated their cars to the maximum. But in Goering-4, the gun has a barrel length of 100 EL, and can hit from a long distance.
  Gringeta braced herself with her bare foot and fired. It's good to hit the Sherman. He is so tall and prominent. The first shooting shot. But the second fell right on target ... The tower was torn off the Sherman, and the car, passing by inertia, stopped and began to burn.
  Jane said with approval:
  - Our accuracy is not inferior to the Aryan!
  Gringeta snorted contemptuously.
  - And I think even surpasses! You haven't seen it yet!
  Matilda, pressing her bare feet on the pedals, squeaked:
  You can't get much out of nothing!
  Malanya more wittily corrected:
  - No matter how strong the hero is, he will not squeeze the sea out of stone!
  The girls laughed together. And they hit one another with the sole of the sole.
  Rough calluses even gave off a little sparks. The warriors were in a very positive mood.
  Gringeta fired at the second tank, split the vehicle in two, and said:
  - With a hammer on a walnut!
  Matilda chuckled and said:
  - We have a hammer shell, and Russian Molotovs ...
  Malanya ran her hand over the sole of Gringeta. I felt its firmness and elasticity, noticing:
  - Did you run on coals?
  The village warrior happily replied:
  - Yes, sure!
  Malanya narrowed her eyes and asked:
  - And how is that?
  Gringeta replied honestly:
  - Very nice!
  The girls on the tank burst out laughing. Yes, when your heels are fried, it's very exotic.
  Jane said:
  - God forbid us from Churchill's stubbornness!
  Gringeta knocked out the third tank, and slammed her fist on the breech of the gun, said:
  - Dead Truman is enough!
  Indeed, after the death of Roosevelt, the vice president received power under the constitution. But that hasn't stopped the war yet. Although the Americans so far could not oppose anything to the combat training of the Fritz, and the quality of their equipment.
  For example, the Shermans did not even fire, realizing that it was hopeless and would not penetrate the armor.
  Malanya sang merrily as she accelerated her tank:
  - You are going, going, going to distant lands! Good neighbors, funny friends!
  Matilda picked up, the mood of the girls was really cheerful:
  - Tra, ta-ta-ta! Tra, ta-ta-ta! We are bringing our cat with us! Chizhik, dog, Petka-buffoon, monkey, parrot, such a company!
  Jane covered her bare, graceful foot, Matilda's mouth. And she squealed with laughter.
  Yes, laughter definitely prolongs life. The Americans created the Sherman tank, comparable in frontal armor and armament to thirty-fours, and even better in visibility and optics, as well as more comfortable for the crew. But at the same time, the tank really turned into an excellent target because of its height. And the British took advantage of it. Yes, and the driving performance of the Goering turned out to be better.
  Jane again imagined how the guy was stroking her ... And she purred ...
  Jet German attack aircraft were flying through the air .... The day was already drawing to a close. The sun was slowly dying in a pink sunset. Tomorrow is May 9th. The day when Nazi Germany capitulated in real history. But now the Nazis are on the rise!
  Surrender on their way not only Cubans, but also Americans. A whole brigade of blacks and mulattoes threw out the white flag almost without a fight.
  The girls got out of the car. The more you need to refuel.
  Jane, following the example of the German women, suggested:
  - Let these colored kiss our feet!
  Matilda frowned and remarked:
  "Don't you think it's ugly to humiliate people like that?"
  The lord's daughter boldly remarked:
  - But we will be pleased!
  Matilda snorted contemptuously.
  - From salivating mouths? Save me God!
  Gringeta, on the other hand, nodded approvingly.
  - Let it! I will like!
  And the village girl yelled:
  - Get on your knees and lick my heels!
  The black officer fell on his face and kissed Gringeta's bare foot. Other warriors fell behind him, obediently smacking the heels and soles of the girls. Jane giggled merrily. She clearly enjoyed this adventure. And even more so when they kiss the girls' feet with enthusiasm.
  Only Matilda stood aside and looked angrily with her blue eyes. She was really angry. The Germans not only deprived Britain of its independence, but also imposed barbarian customs. More precisely, the British themselves enthusiastically adopt them.
  It seems to them that now they have become so cool and strong. And in fact - this is baseness!
  Although, of course, Matilda understood that there was a special relish in this. When the Second World War was just beginning, there was a mood in Britain: we will throw hats on the Germans. The idea was inspired that Germany was not at all such a dangerous rival as in the First World War, and that Hitler was just a yap.
  The defeat of France and the English expeditionary force was a real shock. And the overconfidence was replaced by fear. Perhaps, accept Churchill's decision for peace, without territorial concessions - the people of Britain breathed a sigh of relief. The war began, and from the very beginning it was unequal.
  The Führer's sudden decision to throw the hordes to the east raised new hopes. Then the majority of the British were rooting for Russia, and everyone trembled when the Nazis came close to Moscow. The end of autumn and the beginning of winter gave rise to new hopes in Britain. They defeated Rommel's corps, the Germans were beaten and driven back from Moscow. The US finally entered the war.
  But already in winter, the Japanese won a number of victories, and in the spring it got even worse. The Russians also began to lose in a new way. Rommel launched a counteroffensive. The fall of Tolbuk was a real national tragedy for everyone . Where since the spring of forty-two, the Germans grabbed the bird of luck by the tail.
  Britain quickly lost its colonies, and when there was a landing on the metropolis itself, it offered almost no resistance. So the English star went down and the German star rose. Matilda joined the army. She had no choice but to realize herself. And I didn"t want to stand at the work bench!
  Jane was tired of feeling the kissing of the feet, and she began to beat the prisoners of war. The stronger Gringeta moved her fist so hard that she broke the nose of one of the officers. Redhead Malanya jabbed a gun into the black man's stomach, causing him to double over. After that, the girls barked in unison, at the top of their lungs:
  We are super warriors! And let's beat the prisoners again, with their feet and rifle butts.
  On May 9, 1945, the garrison of the capital of Mexico capitulated. The Americans could not stand the hard pressure and bombing. Yes, and ammunition was spent quickly, and attempts to establish supply by air failed.
  The Wehrmacht recorded another capital in its asset. Their number, captured the main cities, was growing ...
  The brave four girls on the E-50 moved north to the US borders.
  The mood of the beauties was major. They rushed into battle and to the heights of transcendental worlds.
  While the tank was driving through the territory already occupied by the Germans, the four got out of the car and ran. And they put a teenager Hans at the helm.
  Let it ride. And they warrior girls will keep in shape.
  Gerda, jumping over bumps and lianas, felt pleasure, clinging with her hardened soles to the unevenness of the earth.
  The blonde girl remarked with a smile:
  - How good it is to be a savage ... This is a corporate style - running barefoot and in a bikini!
  Charlotte agreed with this:
  - Yes, a minimum of clothing gives the body a feeling of complete freedom. It's actually good to be a girl. Such strength and ease of movement. You become more and more resilient!
  Magda commented:
  - The main thing is not to lose shape! Here we run very useful!
  Christina giggled and said:
  - And I'm running along the path with puddles. I can't eat, I can't sleep a crumb!
  Charlotte giggled and replied:
  - It's not bad you compose ... Eh, Magda doesn't want to talk to us about religion again?
  The golden haired girl shook her head.
  - No! Don't throw pearls before...
  Here Magda hesitated, since the continuation of a friend can quite naturally be considered an insult.
  Charlotte, however, giggled again and barked:
  - And I thought that you corrected yourself and recognized Aryan monotheism!
  Magda shrugged her shoulders and asked again:
  - Is it like Aryan?
  Charlotte spread her hands.
  - And so ... Without the Trinity, with One God!
  Gerda confirmed this:
  - That's it ... God is One! Jesus is not God, but just one of the Aryan prophets. Moreover, the gospel is generally a Jewish invention. The Bible is also just a Jewish deception. And there is no Trinity. There is One Almighty Creator God. Hitler is his viceroy on Earth and Son, lover and messenger. The most important and above all the prophets. God also has various kinds of servants and angels, who are called, as it were, small gods. Like Thor, Ovdia, and others. They are like archangels in submission to the Almighty. - The girl jumped up, did a somersault and continued. - Everything is generally simple. Aryan monotheism is not convoluted. The Germans are God's chosen people, and they must seize and rule first the world, and then the universe.
  Charlotte confirmed:
  - You see Magda. How simple and clear!
  Christina remarked:
  - Do I need to clarify something?
  Charlotte smirked.
  - What exactly?
  Christina blurted out:
  What about salvation from sin?
  Gerda then took the floor and explained:
  - And in the Aryan religion there is no concept of salvation. We are all Germans if we remain faithful to the Fuhrer and the Third Reich will be saved in the next world by the gentlemen. And other nations are our slaves. If a German betrays the Fuhrer, then after death he will become a slave of other Aryans. Non-German peoples can receive German citizenship for special merit. And they will also have slaves. Everything is simple and logical!
  Christina added:
  - And it's not a sin for an Aryan to have sex. And Aryan too. The Fuhrer said - it is better to get pregnant from a hero-soldier than from a husband if he is not a hero!
  Magda blurted out:
  - If Japan had attacked the USSR in the forty-first, then we would have taken Moscow before the fall!
  Gerda shook her finger at Magda as she ran:
  - Do not evade ... Isn't our religion of the Aryans better than the fairy tales of Christians?
  Christina added:
  - And in the Christian paradise there will be no sex! Think about it!
  Gerda added:
  - And there will be no sin at all ... And it's so boring! Howl like a wolf!
  Magda smiled and remarked:
  - It depends on what is considered a sin. There were ten commandments in the Bible. But do not kill, constantly violated. And by the command of God. In general, killing children is a great evil ... But Elisha did it, and with God's approval. So... Gets a paradox - sin and evil are not the same thing. And sin is disobedience to God!
  Christina shrugged her muscular shoulders and replied:
  - So, it turns out that evil will exist in the Christian paradise? Why not just disobey God? So we can participate in gladiatorial games and sexual orgies? Only confessing love to the Lord in words?
  Magda shook her head.
  - I don't think so... Although, of course, Yelisei is embarrassed by the fact that he killed the children who teased him for his baldness. Obviously this is with the principle: love your enemy, it does not fit!
  Christina logically remarked:
  - And who, in his right mind, follows the principle of love your enemy? In general, Christianity is a mixture of pacifism and Judaism. We are not on the road with such a religion!
  Gerda, slamming her bare foot into the bushes, added:
  - And in no case will we be together with the Jews! And the Jewish Bible is not needed!
  Charlotte logically added:
  - It makes no sense for us to believe in the Bible. Neither of which - neither the heart nor the mind! Because we are Aryans, not Abraham's seed according to the promise. Of course, we are strangers to Abraham, and to everything that the Bible gave birth to. Our monotheism is Aryan, and denies Abrahamism! The only common thing is the belief in the Eternal, Omnipresent, Almighty God. But that's where it all ends!
  Magda said ironically:
  - Amen...
  Gerda added with a smile:
  - It is necessary to introduce Aryan monotheism everywhere. And do something like the rite of baptism, when adopting a new religion. So that if you are already baptized, you will become a true Nazi!
  Charlotte suggested:
  "Maybe it should become some kind of symbol. When will you put a swastika on your forehead?
  Christina took it and sang:
  - Shadow, shadow, shadow Lucifer's shadow, flickers brightly in the darkness ... Hitler's swastika on his stomach, Hitler's swastika on his stomach!
  Gerda angrily poked her partner in the thigh with her foot:
  - Do not laugh at our symbols. Moreover, the swastika is a runic sign!
  Christina, in response, grabbed Gerda by the bare foot, and tickled the heel, saying:
  - Oh, how serious we are! You better laugh!
  The girl deftly twisted her graceful, tanned leg, and grabbed the red shrew by the nose with her bare fingers. She gasped and bared her teeth. She began to tickle Gerda, her round heel.
  The blonde terminator barked:
  Don't stick your fingers...
  Christina tore off her partner's leg and croaked:
  - You're going to break my nose!
  Gerda giggled and chirped:
  - If you want a plum? Or a horse in the mane!
  And the warriors, who stopped for a moment, rushed off again, flashing, slightly dusty, grass-colored heels. Needless to say, without any doubt, the cheerful four gathered.
  Christina on the run suggested:
  - How about playing cities?
  Gerda shook her head.
  - Not too interesting! That would be to invent real, electronic games!
  Charlotte spread her arms as she ran, and said:
  - And what ... That would be great! To create something so electronic and playing to the fullest.
  Magda winked at her friends and said with a smile:
  - Man received the gift of creation from the Creator. And we people have learned to invent a lot. There, maybe we should be at least a little grateful to the Creator!
  Charlotte snorted contemptuously, and remarked:
  - And we are so grateful! We are Aryan monotheists, and we recognize God as the Father of the German people!
  Jumping up like a cat, Gerda considered it necessary to add:
  - But the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, we do not recognize in any case! So do not impose on us something alien and non-Aryan!
  Magda desperately shouted:
  - I'm for God, not for the Jews!
  Gerda confidently confirmed:
  - And I, too, for God! But not according to the Bible, but according to "My Struggle". And not for the Jews, but for the Aryans! And an Aryan is not just someone who is German in origin. Aryan is a confession of the spirit!
  Magda sang:
  - Boldly comrades in step,
  Strengthen our spirit in the fight...
  To distant happiness the road -
  Let's breastfeed ourselves!
  Charlotte mockingly said:
  - Suck on such a breast, forget about the cow!
  And the girls burst out laughing. They really wanted to make love. And so that the lips of the guys showered the scarlet nipples with kisses. And the chest will swell, it will become painful and pleasant to whine. And this is so amazing.
  Gerda wisely stated:
  - Sex moves mountains and breaks ships...
  Christina, in response, will take it and sing:
  - Ships go to the bottom with anchors with sails... And then your golden chests will be yours. Golden chests! The ships are broken! Chests stand open... Emeralds and rubies spread like rain....
  And the warriors sang in chorus:
  - If you want to be rich, if you want to be happy... Stay Fuhrer with us! You will be our king! You will be our king!
  And the girls, accelerating with all their might, pounded into a thick liana growing in their path. The wood cracked and split with a creak. The warriors shouted:
  - One mistake in the brain jump, and a blow is inevitable!
  After that, the girls twirled in a somersault cascade. They are so fast. Like lightning. And they sparkle with emerald eyes. And their eyes really, like stars are burning. And of course, absolutely no one can resist such servants of the Fuhrer. And these girls are shrews. And they killed not only Americans, but also Russians, or rather Soviet ones.
  Gerda recalled her adventure in the USSR ... More precisely, how they frolic with their friends.
  Four German girls in bikinis fought on the Tiger. All four girls are very beautiful: three blondes and a redhead. Usually women didn't fight in panzvale tank crews, but this is a crazy story.
  Here you either pan or disappeared ...
  Any outside observer could see how deftly the girls manage the "Tiger" and how seductive their bare feet are, pressing the levers.
  One of such not trivial episodes of the Second World War.
  The German "Tiger" -2, quietly purring the engine, was approaching the Soviet positions. The guns of the Red Army were silent for the time being, letting the car come closer. But the Germans are not so simple either. They opened fire first on the move. Fortunately, the staggered arrangement of the rollers allows the Germans, using the smoothness of the course, to shoot while moving.
  And the 88-mm cannon hits the Soviet gun. Red-haired Charlotte's eyesight is very sharp, plus the Tiger's excellent optics and flair.
  
  German tanks shoot at the Soviet positions and try to provoke return fire.
  Here they have their own mercantile and insidious calculations.
  But, and the Red Army does not swallow unrequited presents. And the Soviet guns return fire. There is a real duel, and shedding shells. The Germans shoot quite accurately, but the Soviet guns get them too. The shells are knocking on the armor of the "Tiger" ... The girls, when hit, lay their ears. Fortunately, in their modification, the steel sheets already have a slope and send projectiles to ricochet.
  Although of course not to compare with the E-50. Technique is improving.
  And its own cannon shoots accurately at flashes. And most importantly, attack aircraft rise into the sky: German, English, and American ones purchased at half price. They cover the Soviet positions. From the Soviet side, the main aircraft is the Yak-9. The machine is not bad, but it lacks armament, and in addition, a significant number of these fighters have a mass heavier than the reference. And that means worse flight characteristics.
  And the Germans already have jet engines.
  Several Soviet tanks are buried in the ground, but their shooting power is not enough to penetrate the German armor.
  Such dangerous Fritz were already then.
  The redhead grins, and the blonde commander roars:
  - Give the Russians some heat!
  Tank "Tiger"-2 is made in modification F - with an inclined arrangement of armor plates. This allows him to hold shells from 76 and 85 mm Soviet guns, without serious damage to himself. High quality armor - cemented.
  The Fritz already had dangerous cars at that time.
  And the girls inside the tank are even higher in their characters. Especially the red-haired gunner.
  However, Magda is a super fighter.
  And there is a battle going on in the sky. On the side of the Germans and corrupt allies, there is a large numerical and, perhaps, qualitative superiority. On the side of the Russians - more despair and rage. Lots of air rams. And it speaks of exceptional courage. And even arrogance bordering on insanity.
  But alas, one insane courage is not enough.
  The Germans are advancing. Their tanks are different. There are Shermans with heavily modified screens, Churchills with 152 mm armor and Challengers with a classic layout. And the American M-16 is a heavy machine. This cavalcade is climbing into Soviet positions.
  Any riffraff gathered after the conquest of Britain by the Nazis.
  But Russia also has a lot of guns, and the resistance is stubborn.
  Both gunners and gunners are trained and full of heroism.
  The losses of the Germans grow as they approach the trenches. And the Fritz wash themselves with blood.
  Every step they take is worth serious losses.
  And the girls even slap one bare foot against the other and sing while shooting:
  - The Third Reich says don't drift!
  - We are eagles-devils and we are very good ...
  Lifting the shipyard!
  - We fly like birds and enemies in a bag!
  The songs are not very intelligible, but quite funny. And cheer up the blood-washing fascists.
  The Germans overcome the first line of defense, but stumble upon mines. And they take significant damage. Basically, the undercarriage suffers from mines. Less loss of weapon series.
  Tanks, to be sure, the Nazi menagerie have fundamental protection.
  The blonde girl who is